It turned out that Mo Wen and He Zeng were talking about the work arrangement of the creative workshop docking, and it seemed that he really took this matter seriously, and he didn't say it casually, as an exchange for Zheng Xiangdong's help.

After the work was explained, He Zeng asked, "When does Mr. Mo plan to return to Hong Kong?"

"After the fifteenth of August, you can go first, and then I will go back myself. ”

"During the Mid-Autumn Festival, you and your family are separated, isn't that right?"

"They are used to Western festivals, and it doesn't matter to them. ”

"You are not alone, why don't you let your grandson stay with you?"

"No, the security conditions here are very good, and I'm not a hairy guy who messes around in Fengyue, there's nothing to worry about, I still have some personal private matters to deal with here, and they are in the way, and it's inconvenient to ......."

It's normal to listen to their conversation, there is really no place to connect with the demons, the only suspected one is probably August 15, the night of the full moon, which is the date of the Demon King's death.

"Tianxing, when will you contact them?"

"Xiao He, remember that this matter is only known to you, and I will discuss it when I return to Hong Kong after ......the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Mo Wen said in a low voice, and he was almost inaudible in the back.

Yang Zijiang, the "celestial star" they said, had never heard of it, and thought it was also a certain company.

Due to paying too much attention to the conversation, Yang Zijiang approached the door, and unconsciously touched the switch on the door, making a clicking sound, and the bathroom that was originally lit suddenly turned black, secretly screaming badly.

This movement attracted the attention of the two, and the conversation immediately stopped, and then there was a movement to get up, and Yang Zijiang's brain was blank when he walked in the direction of the bathroom.

Yang Zijiang, who was very nervous, reacted instinctively, put away the charger, and locked the door casually, which made the people outside speed up their pace, rushed to the door and shook the handle, while shouting, "Who is inside?"

The noise continued for a while, and Yang Zijiang, who was extremely frightened, secretly screamed miserably, they would not stop, the door would be broken sooner or later, and after they were caught, it was useless to explain.

If you take advantage of the opportunity to break in while they open the door, you may want to give it a try.

But then they recognized themselves, and suddenly remembered that there was a bath towel next to them, and grabbed it, it was the kind that was very large and long, and the head was draped around the waist, and only two eyes were exposed.

Outside the door, He Zeng was already shouting loudly the names of Song Lu and the others next door, and his footsteps sounded quickly, if the four of them guarded themselves, they would not be able to break out anyway, Yang Zijiang was heartbroken, and drew the portal.

At this time, he couldn't care if the power was enough to return, so he hurriedly broke in.

A second before the passage disappeared, the door of the bathroom was kicked open, and Song Lu and the others rushed in, only to see a white circle of light flickering and emitting blazing light, and disappeared in an instant, extremely surprised.

Of course, Yang Zijiang didn't see it, he was shocked and fled out of the hotel suite in the Demon Domain, and found that no one followed, so he was finally relieved, but he didn't dare to stay.

Thinking that he might run into them when he went out from here, he went down the stairs all the way, the 28-story building was empty, and in the narrow space of the stairwell, the dust was everywhere, and the feeling of suffocation made Yang Zijiang breathless.

When I finally went downstairs, I was startled by a sudden explosion.

"Where is the lonely soul and wild ghost, leave me a step!" With the direction of the voice, a figure quickly moved closer, Yang Zijiang didn't have time to think about it, the wonderful pen freehand wind wheel technique came out, and the mental power was fully urged, and the flying dust and smoke went straight to the person.

Seeing the menacing situation, the figure retreated sharply, avoiding the storm, and after standing still, he seemed to be afraid to step forward, and sneered and shouted: "Pretending to be a ghost, who are you?"

At this time, Yang Zijiang had already seen clearly that the other party was Mo Wen, and it was estimated that he found something abnormal, so he went down to the first floor directly and waited for him in the Demon Domain, but why didn't he recognize himself?

I saw that I was still wearing a bath towel on my body, I was panicked just now and forgot to take it off, my head could only see my eyes, my upper body was white, if I ignored my pants, it was like a ghost floating, no wonder I just met him and called himself [Lonely Soul].

"Who are you?" Yang Zijiang deliberately lowered his voice, so as not to be heard by him.

"How can you be a young man who is qualified to know my name. Mo Wen frowned slightly, and said coldly: "You are using electronic equipment, not from my clan, you were watching in the hotel just now, and you can avoid your death if you are instructed by anyone!"

Of course, Yang Zijiang couldn't tell him, so he talked nonsense: "I... I'm here for a tour!"

"Ridiculous, you can freely enter and exit the Demon Domain, it is absolutely not human, today the Three Realms are changing, and it must not be accidental that you suddenly appeared, why not take off the bath towel, you and I will take a look at each other, whether it is an enemy or a friend is not yet known. ”

"Why don't you tell me first, what do you want to do?"

Mo Wen was stunned when he heard this, and said, "What are you referring to?"

"What benefits do you get from investing a lot and developing a game?"

"So you're talking about the Perfect Era, what should I be? Mo Wen was noncommittal and said with a smile: "The domestic game industry has always been sluggish, and what I have done is really a good thing, but what reason do you ask?"

"It's funny, you're a demon, what does the human race have to do with you, I only know that the demons are buying humans and using them to do their misdeeds, the demon king is coming, and the chaos is ...... apocalypse."

"Where did you hear about the Demon King's arrival?"

"You don't have to worry about this, tell me what your purpose is, such as the ...... of the stars."

Yang Zijiang actually didn't know what Tianxing was, but he remembered that Mo Wen was very cautious when he eavesdropped just now, and it should be a secret, so he deliberately bluffed, but Mo Wen looked surprised.

"You know ?......" But Mo Wen's expression was also fleeting, and he smiled: "It turns out that you just secretly heard some fur, so you asked this question, it's just a small skill of carving insects." ”

"Okay, it's okay, I'm leaving!" Yang Zijiang thought that he couldn't spend any longer, and turned around to leave.

"Ignorant child!"

Mo Wen laughed angrily when he heard this, at this time, he and the gentle and elegant person he saw in the hotel were completely like two people, and said murderously: "Since you already know so many secrets, can you go?"

"There was no grudge in the past, there is no grudge in the past, there is no hatred in the near future, is it necessary to fight and kill?" Yang Zijiang wanted to resolve it with a hippie smile, but he knew that it was impossible, so as soon as he finished speaking, he immediately pulled out his legs and ran.

"Haha, the kid is dead!" Mo Wen floated in the air with wild laughter, and his body flew sideways, and he didn't know when there was an extra weapon in his hand, like a thick mallet?

When the giant mallet is wielded, the faint whistling is extraordinary, which is extremely incommensurate with Mo Wen's image of suits and leather shoes.

The Celestial Master shouted, "Be careful......"

Without his warning, Yang Zijiang had already rushed to the bottom of the porch, where there were two thick pillars, which escaped the fierce blow of the flying by covering the danger, only to hear the loud bang deafening, and the debris of the pillars burst out.

Yang Zijiang didn't dare to slack off, and took advantage of Mo Wen's fall to counterattack, with a clever handwriting, and the ground stabbing technique, and at the same time, he retreated again and again, and he had no advantage in getting close, so he hid as far as he could.

The ground thorns broke through the earth, Mo Wen reacted very quickly and floated vertically, the soles of his feet and the thorns grazed, and immediately turned his body, parallel to the ground, and flew again, and in front of him, he raised a giant mallet and smashed it on his head.

Yang Zijiang didn't want to die like this, so he hurriedly fell to the ground and rolled on the lazy donkey, avoiding a fatal injury to the head, but was hit by a rubbing waist, flew out of the ground, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the bath towel.

Mo Wen's momentum was too fast, and he was also bounced diagonally by the countershock force of the giant hammer, and after tumbling to the ground, he turned around and had to impact again.

Yang Zijiang's freehand wind wheel temporarily stopped Mo Wen from advancing, and there were 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping past in his heart.

It's so unfair, you can fly, and you're so fast, and you're armed with heavy melee weapons, and you have to shake forward to warm up.

The opponent's attack is too fast, and once he is close to him, he has no power to resist at all, let alone fight back.

In a hurry, I heard the color celestial master hurry: "Switch Vientiane, draw a weapon you want, and transform your mind!"

At this time, I remembered that because the mystic energy points were too low before, I had never tried the state of magic brushwork, and I could turn the figure into a real thing, so I immediately drew it without hesitation.

The first weapon that came to mind in his mind was the knife, which quickly outlined the outline, poured his mental power, and a thick-backed mountain opener at the closure of the path suddenly solidified and formed, and there was a choking sound when it landed.

It's heavy and solid to start, but this knife doesn't have the gorgeous appearance as expected, as if it is a 3D modeling without textures, and it is very rough, but Yang Zijiang is already overjoyed, and it is quite good to be able to use it.

At this time, Mo Wen had already taken advantage of the subsidence of the storm to hit his face, floating in the air with both hands holding up the giant mallet and smashing his head, Yang Zijiang didn't have time to think about it, a tumbling back touched the ground, and took advantage of the momentum to slash a knife diagonally upward.

Because he held the pestle with both hands, Mo Wen's chest door was wide open, and when he saw that there was suddenly an extra knife head under his body and pointed directly at the vital point, he hurriedly pulled out the flying momentum, his chest was close to the knife edge, and the two buttons of his clothes were untied and fell to the ground.

The sudden change made Mo Wen shocked, but fortunately the skin and flesh were not hurt, and when he was rejoicing, the second wind wheel rose again, busy with a giant mallet and pestle, covering his eyes for defense, and the ground under his feet clicked and exploded, and Yang Zijiang's thorns came out again......

At this time, Yang Zijiang didn't want to give Mo Wen any chance to fight back, with the weapon in hand, his confidence skyrocketed, and he didn't care about his back injury and body pain, so he attacked again and again just to fight quickly, and as soon as the ground stab came out, he immediately dragged his knife and rushed forward.

Seeing the danger of the stab, Mo Wen hurriedly repeated his old technique in the air, but he was slightly distracted by resisting the wind wheel current, and he didn't expect Yang Zijiang to shoot so coherently, so he reacted a little late, and was pierced through the calf by a spike.

And Yang Zijiang came menacingly, Mo Wen was frightened, and he couldn't bear to break free from his right leg that was hung by thorns and flew back, but it was too late, Yang Zijiang *** had already cut off, and the skin of his left thigh was open, and he exhaled in pain.

After all, Yang Zijiang didn't have much strength, and the blade of the hastily transformed blade was not sharp enough, otherwise the knife would have directly broken his leg, Mo Wen was injured twice in a row, and after flying back a few meters, the pain was unbearable and fell to the ground.

But Yang Zijiang didn't give Mo Wen any time at all, seeing that the routine worked, the magic pen stabbed again freehand, his purpose was to use combos to preemptively move and make a fatal move, otherwise it would be himself who would die when the other party fought back.

At this moment, Mo Wen felt that he was no longer powerless to float in the air, and after struggling and leaping and stabbing on the ground, Yang Zijiang raised his knife again, and he couldn't wave the mallet to block in his prone position, and he tried his last bit of vitality to escape in despair.

Seeing Mo Wen escape from the Demon Domain, the will that supported Yang Zijiang's strength collapsed in an instant, and the thick back *** also disappeared leisurely at this time, Yang Zijiang seemed to have escaped death, sweating profusely and panting.

Worried that Mo Wen would come back again, Yang Zijiang dragged his tired body and fled to a dense building area, and found a hidden place where he thought he was safer and could see the six roads before he relaxed.

The color master said: "In the first fierce battle, Xiaobai performed well!"

Even if he was mocking Yang Zijiang for the time being, he didn't have the leisure to answer him, he didn't feel it during the battle just now, but now when he stopped, his back hurt and his heart hurt, and he turned his head to see that it was swollen, and he didn't know if the bones were broken, and he really wanted to die.

Yang Zijiang tried to draw the portal, but as he expected, he only drew a line and there was no response, the original magic pen was not enough to charge, and the war used up most of the remaining power.

It's completely over, trapped in the Demon Domain, and seriously injured.

At this time, he was in unbearable pain, and he was weak enough to ask, "Setianshi, what should I do?" I can't stand it......

The Celestial Master replied, "Rest first to recover your strength, and I'll keep an eye on your surroundings." ”

"Thank you...... The Celestial Master ......"

"I'm still a little unaccustomed to being so polite......"

"Well, a man is about to die, and his words are good ......"

"Aren't you dead yet!"

"It's a little hot... It's a little cold... I ......"

"Xiaobai, why don't you speak?"

“......”

"Yang Zijiang, don't fall asleep, you really seem to be dying, wake me up!"

“......”

"Your vital signs are abnormal, wake up immediately, no joke!"

“......”