Entering the door, a dazzling purple light made people unable to open their eyes, but it was only a few seconds, and it was pitch black again, and the two slowly opened their eyes, and what greeted them was a room with many bookshelves, which was no longer familiar to Leng Zimo, because they were now in the study of the Leng family. Leng Zimo looked at Xiwen next to him in disbelief, this is the spatial teleportation technique, right! What is the origin of this person?

As if sensing Leng Zimo's doubts, Xiwen also turned his head to look at the person next to him:

"You heal your injuries first, and I'll talk to you about this later. ”

"Well, I'm sure you have a lot of questions for me. ”

"Hmm. ”

The two smiled, and then Xiwen slowly helped Leng Zimo out of the study.

"Where are you going now, do you need help with your family?" asked Shivin.

Leng Zimo looked at the watch whose surface was already full of cracks, and said:

"No, go back to my room first, when you rest at night, everyone will set up a quiet and disturbing barrier in their room to avoid the outside world disturbing the cultivation, unless there is an emergency, no one can find it. ”

At this time, Xiwen suddenly remembered the purpose of his trip, and he took out the communicator in his pocket, which was already pitch black, and the tracking signal had disappeared at some point. And the battle just now didn't stop for a moment, it was completely a life-and-death struggle, so Xiwen didn't have time to care about it at all. However, he believed that the partner who fought with him from the pile of dead people would not be so easy to hang up, and he would always find him. Thinking of this, Xiwen put away his thoughts and followed Leng Zimo's guidance to his room.

There was silence everywhere, only the footsteps of the two of them echoed in the hallway, and the moonlight outside the window was limited, so the two of them also groped their way carefully in the dark. But before they had walked a few steps, they only heard two unanimous "oops", and the two tiptoeing over a cold boulder tripped and fell into the mud. Xiwen touched his elbow, Leng Zimo touched his face, and they sat up. What kind of immoral thing did you put a stone in the hallway in the middle of the night? They both looked at the culprit on the ground at the same time, and their eyes widened at the same time.

Lying on the ground was not a big rock, but a child lying on the ground in pajamas, exposing half of his belly, with a hala on his mouth, in a large font, and what was even more strange was that the child had a yellow rune paper on his head, and the skin on his body was so white that it was shiny, and kicking him made people feel like they were kicking a stone, and Xiwen had not yet felt the breath of life from him.

Leng Zimo gasped, hurriedly put his hand to his mouth to signal Xiwen not to make a sound, and then tried to sneak away from the stairs quietly, but he hadn't slipped down a few steps, and the child lying on the ground rolled over while wiping his mouth, and rolled down the stairs directly, and by the way, Leng Zimo, who was full of horror and disbelief, also took it away. After a loud noise, the child who was pressed on Leng Zimo, who was foaming at the mouth, finally woke up, he rubbed his eyes and sniffed with his nose, and then looked left and right excitedly, then locked his eyes on the person under him, and finally hugged the unconscious disabled person under him.

Leng Zimo, who finally regained consciousness, was almost strangled by this enthusiastic throat and fainted, he stretched out his hand and shook it in the direction of Xiwen, asking for help, Xiwen also quickly got up from the ground, and then walked downstairs. And at this time, Leng Zimo, who was strangled by his neck, felt that his body was loose, and his breathing was much smoother, because the little kid in front of him was looking at Xiwen who was going down the stairs, and his eyes were full of hostility, as if he was about to rush up and do it at any time. Sure enough, as he expected, before he could react, the kid suddenly became bruised, his fangs protruded, and he flicked towards Xiwen with a hideous face!

Just as the moment of the moment, a "Ding" full of majesty and power suddenly sounded, echoing throughout the space. Before the words fell, the blue-faced and fanged child seemed to have his soul drained, and made a free fall movement in mid-air, and fell to the floor with a "bang". Then the majestic voice sounded again:

"Zimo, bring your friends and little ancestor to my room!"

"Yes!

After passing through a few corridors, the two carried a "little friend" to Leng Zimo's grandfather's room, and as soon as they put the little ancestor down, the door opened automatically before the outstretched hand could knock on the door.

"Come in!" was a woman's voice.

So the two dragged the little ancestor's hands and feet into the room together.

In addition to an old man with crane hair and a childish face, kind eyebrows, and goat's beard, there was also a woman with an elegant demeanor and very delicate facial features, and her appearance was eight points similar to Leng Zimo, who was drinking tea.

"Mom, when are you coming back?" Seeing the woman in the house, Leng Zimo was extremely excited.

"Not long after I arrived, I wanted to look for you, but I passed through the backyard and found your grandfather sitting alone on the stone bench, so I reported the situation to your grandfather and forgot about you. Oh! Oh, by the way, aren't you supposed to be sleeping, what's the matter with this ghostly face, this tattered clothes? Eh, who's the handsome guy next to you......

is completely different from that elegant appearance, from the moment she opened her mouth, Leng Zimo's mother didn't plan to stop, Xiwen can be sure that Leng Zimo must be biological!

"Ahem!"

It wasn't until the old man in the house coughed lightly that Leng Zimo's mother stopped.

"You talk endlessly like this, what do you let others say?" Grandpa Leng Zimo finished speaking, and then set his eyes on Xiwen.

Since entering this house, that familiar and frightening feeling has come to my heart again, and after arriving at Leng Zimo's grandfather's room, this feeling is even stronger. Xiwen silently took a breath, tried his best to calm his mood, and said:

"Hello grandpa! Hello aunt! I am Zimo's classmate, and I just transferred to the school today. ”

"Oh, hehe, it's Zimo's classmate!Where are you going to play with Zimo tonight?How did you do this?" Grandpa Leng Zimo asked kindly.

Xiwen just wanted to answer, but Leng Zimo, who was standing next to him, couldn't help it, his mouth was open, as if he was hiding the surging water of the Yangtze River, and he kept saying:

"Grandpa, I said that my classmate is amazing...... Today we passed by that ...... I'm glad I'm clever ......."

Leng Zimo, who spoke without panting, kept talking loudly, and Xiwen stared at the little ancestor lying on the ground in a daze, neither of them noticed that the two elders who had been staring at them with good eyes and eyebrows had become extremely solemn and grim at this time. Without any warning, the old man quickly pinched his mouth, and two golden rays of light quickly shot into the bodies of Leng Zimo and Xiwen, and the two of them snorted, and then fell heavily backwards to the ground.

The golden light entered their bodies, and the black mist suddenly swirled behind them, and two black mist sprang out of their bodies and twisted into a ball in the air, becoming a skeleton with a machete, and wanted to attack the old man in the house with a fierce momentum.

What the hell is going on? Xiwen and Leng Zimo, who were sitting on the ground, were confused, and couldn't figure out what they were doing.

Seeing that the machete was about to reach his eyebrows, the old man put down the teacup unhurriedly, stretched out his right hand, and caught the skeleton's machete with his index finger and middle finger, and the two golden lights that had just shot into Xiwen and Leng Zimo's bodies flew out of their chests again. It's just that before the golden bell jar was covered, the skeleton turned back into two black gases and wanted to escape, but one of them was held by the old man's fingers, and he could only watch himself being covered by the golden bell, and the other group flew away like a wild horse.

At this time, Leng Zimo's mother, who had been drinking tea calmly, spit out a piece of tea in her mouth in the direction of the black gas flying away, and quickly pinched a formula, the tea actually flew up by itself, and rushed forward, at this moment, Leng Zimo's mother was completely like a changed person, her eyes were sharp and firm, she gestured to the old man's eyes, and then walked out quickly, leaving only this sentence in the air:

"Xiaomo wants to greet my good classmates for me! little handsome guy will get to know you well when I come back!"

After Leng Zimo's mother left, the two children in the room looked at each other, and the old man stared at the wisp of black smoke in his hand that was pinched by himself, and said:

"It's ridiculous that it's still such a shoddy method!" he pulled out a bottle from his wide cuff, put the black smoke in it, and continued, "Tonight you two can be regarded as the Tao, and your mother also told me that some lawless elements lurking in the shadows have recently resurfaced and are about to move, and we must have lurked many such sects here as an economic center in the south. ”

"Criminals, resurgence?" Leng Zimo asked.

The specific reason is nothing more than money, power, and perverted and distorted beliefs, but it is rumored that they have recently welcomed the arrival of a 'holy child,' and it is estimated that it has nothing to do with this, and the major sects are already being investigated. The old man was talking seriously, and suddenly realized that there were only two high school students in front of him, so the conversation changed:

"Zimo, you were able to escape death tonight, thanks to your classmate, who is so skilled, may I ask which sect Xiaoyou comes from?"

Xiwen, who had been digesting the information in the old man's words, didn't expect that he would be mentioned suddenly, and was a little panicked for a while, and replied with a stammer:

"I didn't ...... No, it's just that I was ...... with my father when I was a kid My father has only learned swordsmanship, and tonight is thanks to Zimo, otherwise we would not have died. ”

"Hehe..." the old man's eyes became cold for a moment, staring at Xiwen and continuing with a smile: "You two are amazing, you have fought fierce corpses and ghost kings at a young age, and you have won the battle, do you know that the Chilian Ghost King is the big devil who was feared by everyone in this place many years ago! But it is estimated that you have also suffered a lot, come here, let me see your injuries." ”