Hurriedly walked to the backyard and turned around a chaotic rockery, Wang Heng's figure suddenly disappeared.

It was dark in front of me, and then I saw a huge stone door.

Wang Siyin sat cross-legged and glared at him with an unhappy expression.

Wang Heng suddenly felt a void in his heart, feeling like he was stared at by his wife when he came home after going out to mess with flowers and grass.

He sneered, "Good morning." ”

Wang Siyin pursed his lips: "Do you think there is a morning in this ghost place?" ”

Wang Heng was dumbfounded.

After being silent for a while, Wang Heng asked a question that had always existed with some confusion: "Then why are you staying here?" ”

Wang Siyin pursed his lips: "In order to guard against some guys who are not dead." ”

She raised her eyes to look at Wang Heng and grinded her teeth: "I'm not like you, just play casually, and you can have another wife if you can stay for a few days." ”

Wang Heng ignored her angry words, and asked directly, "Guy who is not dead?" ”

Wang Siyin waved his hand lazily: "It's useless to tell you now, if you really want me to go out and have fun, then quickly find your way." ”

"But you didn't tell me what the path was." Wang Heng smiled bitterly.

Wang Siyin rolled his eyes: "Because I don't know what path he is talking about." ”

“……”

Wang Heng felt a breath in his chest: "Then he is really a big fool." ”

Wang Siyin looked at him and laughed jokingly: "Yes, big-stupid-forced——。 ”

The corners of Wang Heng's eyes twitched: "Miss Siyin, let me confirm first, you are scolding that person, right?" ”

"Of course." Wang Siyin smiled, but continued to look at him.

Wang Heng thought for a while, stopped entanglement, and turned his head to look at the realm gate that radiated light: "Are you going to enter the next world?" ”

"Yes." Wang Siyin nodded.

"Can you tell me where the next world is?" Wang Heng looked at the boundary gate, and the endless and complicated lines in the center of the boundary gate were entangled to form the appearance of a tree, but he wanted to look at those lines carefully, but he couldn't see them clearly.

"I don't know." Wang Siyin shook his head: "But it is a world that is helpful for you to find your way. ”

Wang Heng's heart moved: "He chose them?" ”

Wang Siyin nodded: "That's all, there is no order, there is no regularity, and there are even few commonalities." ”

Wang Heng opened his mouth to ask something, but Wang Siyin directly blocked his words: "I don't know which worlds are screened by the Jiemen themselves." ”

Wang Heng nodded silently.

After a few moments, several streaks of light lit up along the tree-like lines, forming the shape of a leaf.

Wang Siyin said, "Press your hand." ”

"Oh, yes." Wang Siyin patted his head at the moment when Wang Heng put his hand up, revealing a wicked smile: "You are now in a state of soul materialization, but in order to prevent you from being rejected by the world, a new identity may be arranged for you." ”

"What do you mean?" Wang Heng subconsciously felt bad.

"It means ......" Wang Siyin's lips were still closed, but Wang Heng's eyes were dark, and he couldn't hear or see it.

“…… It's that you can become a little kid. At the end of the empty heavens, although Wang Heng could no longer hear it, Wang Siyin still finished saying this sentence with a smile in his words.

……

Wang Heng's eyes darkened, and then he felt that there was a pair of hands supporting him, so he struggled to open his eyes.

A huge face covered with a mask appeared in front of him.

Wang Heng subconsciously wanted to break free, but found that he was weak.

"Why don't you cry?" The mask giant frowned, then gently lifted the baby upside down in his hand and patted his buttocks.

Wang Heng's eyes rolled, he roughly understood his situation, sighed in his heart, and began to cry loudly.

"Wow-"

You don't need to teach, just tear your throat and cry, with a loud voice and full of energy.

Fluid flows out of the throat, the mouth and nose begin to work, and air enters.

The man in the mask smiled: "Congratulations, madam, the little master is very healthy." ”

……

Misaki is a semi-modern city.

The rudiments of a bustling city can already be seen in the town, but at the edge of the city it is like a road cut open, and a large forest remains.

For the old people, it may be the last place of nostalgia.

Walking along the road lined with houses, the house architecture style began to become ancient.

Compared to the modern city center, the houses here are like old aristocrats, stubbornly sticking to the old traditions.

It takes about fifteen minutes to cover this section, and then the road leads to the edge, even half of which is in the forest.

Since it is an upward path to the mountain, you can see the bustling city from the other half of the road, which is not blocked by mountains and trees.

After walking along the road to the forest for more than ten minutes, Wang Heng saw a wide bungalow in front of him.

It is a classic Western-style building, red and white, with a wall extending outward, and only an iron fence gate is opened at the main entrance.

Wang Heng stepped forward to take a look, but did not lock the door.

From a normal person's point of view, this luxurious mansion, which is almost nestled between hills and woods, is a haunted house in its wake.

Since going up the mountain, in fact, there has always been a faint feeling of being watched, Wang Heng raised his head and smiled at a starling that was looking at him fixedly: "Please tell Miss Youzhu that Wang Heng has come to the appointment." ”

In this world, there is magic, to be more precise, magic and magic.

The starling flew towards Wang Heng, circled twice above his head, and then suddenly turned into a black piece and fell down.

Wang Heng was stunned, and subconsciously reached out to catch it.

A piece of chocolate lay in the palm of his hand.

Wang Heng threw the chocolate with a strange look on his face and pushed the door in.

The tall front entrance of an orthodox Western-style bungalow can put a lot of pressure on those who are not used to it.

But compared to the girl standing at the door, this pressure is not worth mentioning.

It was a girl with slender hands and feet, and white skin who didn't know what the sun was.

The eyes are cold black, and the short hair that hangs down to the shoulders is also black hair that is not mixed with any impurities.

The upper body is black with long sleeves, black leggings on the lower body, and a brown plaid skirt.

The whole body is a combination of black and white, reflecting the girl's exposed skin into the color of white jade.

I have to say that black is very compatible with girls.

Girl - Although it may not be appropriate to describe a twelve-year-old girl as a girl, Wang Heng still insists on seeing it that way.

The girl looked straight at Wang Heng, but it didn't make people think that she was glaring at him.

The expression is not sad, but it is not joyful, if I have to describe it, it is calm, not indifferent.

Wang Heng smiled: "Yo, Youzhu, don't remember me?" ”

In order to avoid associations with people with special hobbies, I would like to add that Wang Heng is also twelve years old.

Jiuyuan Temple Youzhu nodded faintly.

Wang Heng blinked, as if he was a little distressed: "This is not good, you are my thing, how can you forget the master?" ”

The pearl-black eyes began to condense the light, but there was still no expression on the face: "You are my thing." ”

"Really?" Wang Heng smiled brightly: "Then do you want to try?" ”

The girl's hand moved imperceptibly behind her, and then she counted it in her mind.

Then Youzhu whispered a moment before the cat-shaped pendant hit the ground, "Dilddle Diddle." ”

Feast of the Night, Activate!

The narrow porch suddenly became dark, and the heavy night was confined to the porch, or the Kuenji Mansion, spread out in the early morning sun.

Maybe a simple conversation will make the two people very intimate, and it can be described as a couple or even a couple flirting, it must be an inaccurate description of the relationship between the two.

Again, in this world, there is magic, and even magic.

Magic is not a trick to blind the human senses, nor is magic an energy weapon that shouts a spell and shoots a ray of light.

To put it simply, magic is a method of achieving a "miracle" with the help of various means, and magic is the "miracle" itself.

Naturally, magicians are not actors who make people laugh, but seekers of truth.

At least initially, magic was created to serve this purpose.

In order to reach the root vortex that gave birth to this world, magic was born from this.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the magicians who still hold this idea are mad scientists, and they don't care about blood sacrifices, human experiments, or even the slaughter of cities in order to achieve the purpose of experiments.

The world in which magicians live is a distorted world that goes against the common sense, ethics, and logic of ordinary human beings.

Therefore, when two magicians meet, fighting is the most common relationship.

Just like Wang Heng and Jiuyuan Temple Youzhu, who met again.

Looking at the Jiuyuan Temple Mansion shrouded in heavy night, Wang Heng showed a wicked smile, as if the prank that he had been preparing for a long time was finally about to be achieved, and he was ready to watch a good show.

He threw his right shoulder forward, flung the backpack behind him to his chest, then hooked his chin on the handle of the backpack, unzipped it, and pulled out a ...... Flashlight.

In fact, this is not a simple flashlight, but an extra-large, material-reinforced, high-powered, high-light flashlight.

The smile on Wang Heng's face widened, and then he pushed the switch of the flashlight on and off against the dark porch.

A strong light pierced the night like a sharp sword.

The sword shone on the pearl-white face, and she didn't close her eyes, but stared at the light source in a daze.

The bright light didn't stab Youzhu's eyes, but it broke through the realm of the Night's Feast.

After seeing clearly what Wang Heng was holding in his hand, Youzhu's little face still had no change in expression, but his eyes were staring at Wang Heng with a protest similar to that.

Wang Heng smiled and turned off the flashlight, leaving only a faint morning light on the porch.

But the realm of the feast of the night, which took a cat bell—a cat-shaped pendant—to form, has been broken and cannot be recovered.

The corners of Youzhu's mouth seemed to move for a moment, and then he blinked.

Wang Heng felt like he was going to die.

Of course not to be killed by cuteness.

Youzhu's right eye became like a red jade, radiating a breathtaking light.