As his body burst away, Xiao Yan heard the wind whirring in his ears.

Following the sound, his complexion changed.

I saw that a coffin lid was spinning as quickly as possible, like a whirling blade. Rounds of sharp light swept towards him.

At this moment, Xiao Yan did not panic, adjusted his mentality in time, and locked his eyes on the coffin lid that was flying around.

At the same time, Xiao Yan's figure retreated, and the whirling coffin lid always maintained a relatively constant speed difference.

But the coffin not only approached him quickly, but also kept spinning at high speed, which made Xiao Yan unable to start for a while.

Fortunately, the coffin lid that was spinning at high speed quickly slowed down under air resistance.

Xiao Yan wasted no time in stretching out his hands, and while avoiding the coffin lid passing by on his back, he grabbed the coffin lid in the whirlwind.

In the blink of an eye, the coffin lid became something in Xiao Yan's hands, being played with between the palms of his fingers, hispering, whirring, very domineering.

With the sound of the wind breaking, the coffin lid was like a wide and cumbersome knife, sometimes whirling around Xiao Yan's neck, sometimes whirring against his back.

In addition to waving the coffin lid in his hand, Xiao Yan's figure retreated urgently at the same time.

When he was about to evacuate to the edge of the huge well courtyard of the old man's mansion (super large courtyard), the huge coffin lid in Xiao Yan's hand accidentally touched something.

At this moment, he accidentally stepped on the air, lost his balance, and fell from the continuous canopy of the roof.

The site of the fall is already very close to the well yard.

Through a planted forest, you can faintly see two figures, looking anxious, waiting for him to appear.

These two figures are none other than the thunderbolt puppets Xiao Yan and Wen Zhuangyuan.

At this moment, Xiao Yan, the thunderbolt puppet, is actually gathering the central god and trying his best to control Xiao Yan, who is retreating urgently.

And Xiao Yan, who fell from the canopy, was still in a layer of light cocoon at the moment, and his body was less than a foot, very small.

Moreover, he did not stabilize when he fell to the ground, so at this moment, he was not only embarrassed but also a little embarrassed.

"Fortunately, there is a layer of trees, otherwise this scene just now would have made people laugh and lose their big teeth. At this moment, Xiao Yan grinned and laughed at himself at the end of the rolling ground.

He didn't know if his embarrassing scene was seen by others, but he felt the need to show his mighty and domineering aura at the last moment.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yan, who was in the light cocoon, walked in the direction of the two figures outside the dense forest.

At this moment, Wen Zhuangyuan was nervously observing the surrounding situation, while Xiao Yan, the thunderbolt puppet, closed his eyes slightly, and wholeheartedly controlled his second soul, that is, Xiao Yan, who had taken away his soulless body.

I saw that Xiao Yan, who was small, rushed out of the artificial jungle, and as soon as he landed, he rebounded and jumped onto the palm of the thunderbolt puppet Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan's figure swirled and fell, on top of the palm of others, at this moment, he did not forget to show his mighty and domineering image, the coffin lid between the crooks of his arms, waving violently, whistling, whirring.

After playing like this for a while, he suddenly put away the coffin lid and put on a pose that matched his current handsome image.

"Hehehe~"

Seeing this interesting scene, Wen Zhuangyuan at this moment covered his small mouth and laughed, and his sparkling eyes almost turned into tears rolling down.