The one who came was just not thoughtful.

In the evening, the Wen family broke into a young man, holding a sword in his right hand and a talisman in his left hand, and he did not report to his house after entering the house, without waiting for Muzi's parents to ask, nor waiting for the husband and wife to greet each other, he put the talisman in his hand between his two fingers and burned it, and a puff of gray smoke drifted into the room.

Bu Zhou said to Wen's mother, who was confused and panicked: "Go to your daughter's room and have a look." Eyes crossed over to the two of them and stared at a closed door—the door of Muzi's room.

Mu Dad is a middle-aged man with a little fortune, although he is from a Xiuzhen family, he has very little talent, and his years of comfortable life have worn away a lot of his childlike skills, so the young man in front of him really can't figure it out.

Waiting for Mu Ma to go to Mu Zi's room, the man with a round figure locked his eyebrows and hugged his fists and said, "Dare to ask Your Excellency which one?" In Dingchang, my father, Wen Fu, is already on the way to come, what advice do you have? ”

It turned out that Mu Dad felt quite uneasy tonight, but his practice was limited, and he couldn't see the revelation brought by the cold air oozing from his skull, so he called Wen Lao and asked for support.

"The front of the mountain is not in vain." Accidentally blew up his name.

Wen Dingchang seemed to be clicked, and he couldn't spit out the complete words for a while: "No...... No, Mr. Zhou? The words were full of doubts and questions, and it was indeed "not thoughtful:" This name is like thunder for people who cultivate truth.

Before Father Wen could continue to ask, a mother's exclamation came from Mu Zi's room, which was especially harsh in the dark night. Bu Zhou gently pushed Mu Dad away, and his figure swept into Mu Zi's room in a flash.

At this time, Mu Ma was trying her best to call Mu Zi who was lying on the boat, but Mu Zi was so angry that he couldn't recall his senses, and there were still many bruises on his body, like a fighter who participated in a tragic massacre, and the wounds on his body were still increasing, and the mattress under his body was soaked with blood.

Bu Zhou said to Mu Zi's father, who then entered the door and saw Mu Zi's miserable appearance on the bed, and his face was pale: "This is a snow beast that has not yet taken shape and has eaten her in the six senses, I have to save her, otherwise it will be too late." ”

Mu Zi's father Rao had many questions, but he could only nod at this time. I saw this young man sitting cross-legged, pinching out a few talismans and incinerating them at his fingertips, and immediately his body entered the sculpture form, and he lost his divine sense.

Bu Zhou entered the space of the six senses, used the spell to enter the six senses enchantment where the white tiger and Mu Zi were, and broke in.

At this time, Mu Zi was hanging by a thread under the claws of the giant tiger, so he sacrificed a locust wood sword, commanded the sword to fly out of the sky, and stabbed the nose of one of the tiger heads, and the painful white tiger screamed a few steps back, taking advantage of this opportunity, he quickly stepped forward to scoop up Mu Zi and put it in the safety behind him.

"Don't be obsessed," Bu Zhou looked at the white tiger who was about to enter a state of uncontrollability, and his face was pitiful, "It is human greed that makes you suffer so much, poor little ones, before you feel the warmth, you want to kill each other." ”

With that, Bu Zhou shot it like an arrow, and at the same time took out five wooden sticks decorated with feathers from the placket of his clothes, and the sticks were engraved with pictures.

After a few pauses at the beast's side, it swept by like the wind, so that the clumsy giant didn't have time to react, and then he stuck five sticks into the five directions around the beast, and immediately said something.

Suddenly, the white tiger roared wildly in place as if it was bound by something, struggling hard but its movements became smaller and smaller, and finally it was all stuck to the ground and only gasping heavily.

Seeing this, he bit his middle finger, volleyed a heel fight, dripped blood on one of the sticks, and shouted: "Now." Drops of blood flew out of his hand, and a huge net with a dark red light appeared, and this net was covering the beast.

Gradually, the giant beast stopped moving, its wheezing became regular, and the blood in its eyes began to fade, and after about a stick of incense, the twin monsters were still lying on the ground like cats.

After shouting "take", the huge net covering the monster was gone, and the big white thing did not attack again, but just writhed on the ground, making a "whine" sound in its throat. Bu Zhou stepped forward, and as soon as he raised his hand, the monster leaned over both heads and wanted to touch him coquettishly.

After touching both of his left and right heads, he buried his head in the thick layer of hair in the neck socket between the two ends of the giant beast, sniffed and then said in a choked voice, "Children, I didn't protect you well." I will avenge you. ”

It's strange to say, after Bu Zhou said this, the two tigers broke away from Bu Zhou's embrace, took a few steps back, as if kowtowing, knelt down with their forelimbs, touched the ground with their heads, and refused to get up for a long time. Bu Zhou took out a small silver knife, pulled up his left sleeve at the white tiger to expose his wrist, and then made a cut with the small silver knife, and in an instant, blood drilled out of the wound, and then fell and seeped into the hard ground.

Bu Zhou said: "I swear in the name of Bu Zhou that I will avenge you." ”

The two white tigers raised their eyes, with some indescribable emotions in their eyes, and slowly, the surrounding scenery began to distort, began to be transparent, and began to disappear...... Bu Zhou walked to Mu Zi's side, grabbed one of the girl's arms, and said to the white tiger, "Rest in peace, Bu Zhou will do what he says." ”

In an instant, the giant tiger was annihilated in the white bright light, and the surrounding scenery quickly faded, but Zhou closed his eyes, twisted a trick, and when he opened his eyes again, he had returned to his body, and Mu Zi on the bed also moved, and another guest came to the bed.

The old man standing on crutches and looking at the two bodies nodded his head: "Hello, Elder Wen." ”

The old man who was called an old man was Mu Zi's grandfather, and at this time he was looking at his unconscious granddaughter on the bed with a blushing face, and when he saw that he was not sure to greet him, he hurriedly made a gesture: "Mr. Buzhou, there is no way to teach him, I really don't know that this child will make such a fuss, I beg you to read it for her young sake and help her tide over the difficulties." ”

After speaking, Wen Lao wiped the tears on his face, and those who cultivate the truth know that once they go mad from the Dharma, if there is no noble person to help them, not to mention that all their cultivation will be in vain, and their lives will be worried.

Although the Wen family finally produced a good seedling of cultivation, but with such an evil method to cultivate, Wen Lao was afraid that the demigod in the mouth of the cultivator in front of him would not make a move, and then Mu Zi could only die of incense.

Zhou looked at the girl in the bloody dress on the bed, and frowned and did not answer. When Wen Lao saw this, he was anxious, threw away the crutches in his hand, and wanted to kneel down for Buzhou, and did not forget to ask his son to kneel down and beg for Buzhou.

Bu Zhou closed his eyes and raised his chin slightly, and the index finger of his right hand only went up in the void, and the father and son of the Wen family seemed to be supported by something, and they couldn't kneel down, but they didn't want to stand up. was stiff, and Mu Zi on the bed woke up.

"Ah," Mu Zi screamed and suddenly opened his eyes, trying to bounce off the bed, but his body seemed to be shattered into thousands of knots and couldn't move. She froze and looked at it with her eyes.

I don't think of the last time I saw her eyes roll like this, she was hugging three little tigers to leave Daxinganling, and she didn't know how dangerous the situation would be, and now she was lying on the bed and still had such aura, and she didn't know what to say.

"No, didn't you say that if you overdo it, the tigress will be fine?" Although the girl lying on the bed had just been fished back from the ghost gate, there was still a complaint in her tone.

Wen Lao was so angry that he wanted to use a cane to impress Mu Zi, who couldn't move: "You guy, what is not good to learn, you have to go to this crooked way!" Don't ask Mr. Buzhou to help you through the catastrophe. After speaking, after seeing the inconsiderate reaction, seeing that there was no reaction in the inconsiderate manner, Wen Lao was really ready to hit the crutches in his hand and sing a bitter trick to Mu Zi.

"Okay, I'll help." After waiting for Wen Lao's crutch to hit Mu Zi firmly, he slowly spit out this sentence, and then added: "It depends on whether she is willing to say all the things." ”

Mu Zi was beaten by her grandfather's stick, and she felt that her body that was broken into tens of thousands of pieces was about to become slag, and she grinned in pain, but after tonight's experience, she didn't dare to hide anything: "I said, I said, I said it all." ”

So Mu Zi told everyone everything she knew about the company, but about how she entered the company, she avoided a few words, and then prevaricated all the details that were asked by her family.

At first, when my grandfather heard the name of the company, he was shocked at first glance, such a large-scale company still has to take this crooked and evil way to develop and grow, but then I thought about it, if the company was not so evil and did not set up a feng shui department, how could it have sprung up in that year and had been smooth sailing for so many years.

After listening to Mu Zi's narration, he took out a small pill from his pocket and gave it to Mu Zi's mother, asked her to drink it after the water melted, saying that it was pain-relieving, and then let Mu Zi rest for a night, save his strength and save himself tomorrow.

Although Old Man Wen has a fairy style, after all, he has selfish intentions, and he is not willing to be injured by Mu Zi who is holding him in the palm of his hand, so he glared at her, and then softened his tone: "Mu Zi, drink the medicine quickly, rest well, and listen to Mr. Bu Zhou's words tomorrow." ”