When I hurriedly ran back to Lao Niu's small villa, which had been occupied by me for many days, I was furious to find that Ling Lingyan and -ing were not in the house. Incidentally, the chattering parrot Ply and the white projectile that Xiao Xia turned into are also missing.

Where did these guys go?!

I'm not worried that Ling Lingyan abducted -ing or something, after all, although this girl is weird everywhere, after so many contacts, I have a little idea of her character.

She's just a heartless non-mainstream.

I suddenly remembered what Ling Lingyan said in the morning to take -ing to find some spiritual veins and teach him to use the demon power of Laoshzi, so difficult that these two guys ran out to do what spiritual veins again?

Saying...... What is this spiritual vein? Somehow, I had in my mind a ridiculous picture of Ling Lingyan wearing the costume of a Shanxi coal miner, sweating in a corner and digging for mineral deposits.

Just as I was standing in a daze, someone kicked the door open.

Turning his head to look, which one is not Ling Lingxuan?

This girl is gray-faced, her clothes are full of messy dead grass blades, and what is even more outrageous is that her face is full of black mud marks.

As soon as Ling Lingyan came in, he let out a long breath, shook his hand and untied the bag behind his back, and threw it directly on my face, I subconsciously reached out to catch it. The bag was soft to the touch, and as soon as I held it, I didn't know that it was shaking violently!

I was really startled, and I was about to subconsciously throw the bag that would move on its own, when I saw Ply, the miscellaneous bird, squeeze a head out of the locked bag.

It turned out to be this guy who almost scared me to death!

I let out a long sigh, and was about to throw the flat-haired parrot out, when Ling Lingyan suddenly said: "Poor Ply, I've suffered you today, good girl, go to bed by yourself, and there will be a spirit to eat when you wake up tomorrow morning~"

The parrot fluttered weakly, trying to get out of the backpack, but it looked sick and couldn't get out, and finally I couldn't stand it anymore, so I unbuttoned the backpack and let it out.

When the parrot came out, it flapped its wings as hard as if it had been pardoned, and flew to the chandelier on the ceiling with all its strength, and then buried its head in its feathers and did not move.

I was stunned for a moment to see the parrot's abnormal behavior, and suddenly remembered the purpose of running back, and immediately rushed to Ling Lingyan in a rage, grabbed her little shoulder, and yelled, "Hey! Something is wrong......"

Suddenly, a pair of translucent hands viciously pulled me away from behind, and then I heard -ing's eager voice behind me: "Don't interrupt! Let her hurry up and make a spirit gathering array! ”

I glared back at the resentful spirit that floated out of nowhere, and said angrily: "What a broken formation, I sue you, it's troublesome, my ......"

Then I was -ing and the second half of the sentence was blocked.

What makes me very depressed is that now-ing is becoming more and more violent. And the point is that I don't understand if it's because his body is now composed of the demonic power instilled in him by Asura Xiaoxia, I went to grab his arm and body, and all of them were empty, as if he didn't exist at all, but he could twist my arm fiercely without hindrance, and honestly and unceremoniously gag my mouth.

I struggled desperately for a while and found that it didn't work at all. The feeling of being really caught by someone and breaking the other party's hand with all his strength, only to find that he could only get an empty feeling is completely an inexplicable feeling that he can't use all his strength.

This completely contradictory feeling makes people so depressed!

Ling Lingyan over there glanced at me who was struggling in vain with interest, then gently rubbed his earlobe, took off one of the earrings, and then began to draw lines in the center of the living room with a smile.

However, he saw that Ling Lingyan was holding a large oil-based marker in his hand, and kicked all the computer desks that were originally piled up in the center of the living room into the corner with one kick, and then leaned down and began to draw ink lines horizontally and vertically in the huge space that had been vacated.

The ink lines were extremely long, and Ling Lingyan's hands and feet were fast, and in just three or five minutes, an oval pattern with a radius of several meters had been drawn on the ground. The graphics are mottled and complicated, and the lines are full of quaint and inexplicable strange characters.

Ling Lingyan withdrew his hand and stood up.

At some point, she stood silently with a fiery red feather in her hand that had come out of nowhere, her lips moving, not knowing what she was muttering.

The feathers were brightly colored and red like fire. What's even more amazing is that the bright red color of the feathers flows like a flame rising, as if the bright red is about to drip from the feathers!

Ling Lingyan finally finished his silent recitation, separated his hands, each holding the head and tail of the feather, and leaned over and slapped straight towards the mysterious and inexplicable pattern on the ground.

"Six Broken Star Descent Spirit Array!" Ling Lingyan snapped, and the feather he was holding was patting on the dot in the center of the pattern.

Suddenly, an inexplicable throbbing surged in my heart, as if I could see that the air flow in this room had changed somewhat, and the direction of the air flow was actually surging towards the center of the pattern that Ling Lingyan was holding.

I suddenly felt a shiver all over my body, as if all the strength of my body had been drained, and my feet involuntarily went limp, and I couldn't stand steadily.

The -ing behind him also seemed to notice that something was wrong with me, and hurriedly released his arms that were clasping me tightly and helped me to a chair next to me.

"Tut-tut...... It's really troublesome, you summoned beast is really a waste of wood......" Ling Lingyan shook his head disdainfully and said.

Probably...... This is what the middle-aged man of the Ling family said, because the two sides of the natal contract jointly output spiritual power to complete high-level spells, so the spiritual power in my body, which was almost infinitely close to 0, was instantly emptied, so the whole body was weak and weak.

I thought indignantly, and tried to stand up as best I could, but my hands and feet seemed to be stepping on a pile of cotton, and I couldn't do anything.

In the middle of the sound, the ruddy on Ling Lingyan's face became heavier and heavier, as if it was about to drip blood, and just when I was secretly frightened, Ling Lingyan finally pressed his hands and jumped up.

"That's it! The formation is complete, hehe! Asura huh? You don't want to be resurrected, do you? Don't want to come out, do you? Sister, I must wake you up!! Ling Ling roared with great might.