The ink shadow who witnessed all this didn't even roll his eyelids, the young master has never been a person who drags mud and water, I remember when I first arrived at the young master's side, the young master said, don't rub when you can kill the opponent, how many people die on their own words.

However, his eyes fell on the soft tongue of fire in the young master's hand: "Young master, this, this thing is a snake?" ”

An Yan was frowning and looking at the thing in his hand: "Well, it's a snake, a very rare, extremely special method of raising a snake, which can be integrated with the human body, usually kept in the body, and moreover, you can use this snake to control a fire-like insect, go, go in and have a look." ”

Mo Ying suddenly realized, it seems that the flame that Mr. Nawu made before was not a flame at all, but an insect controlled by this evil art! He still thought that Mr. Wu had mastered some immortal arts, but it turned out to be nothing more than that.

The two walked past Mr. Wu's corpse and walked in, the room was not big, there were a lot of miscellaneous things, An Yan's eyes suddenly flickered, and he said in one direction: "Who?" Come out! ”

The man in black was immediately on alert, could it be that there is another person here besides Mr. Wu? Neither he nor the young master had found out before, and this person's strength was probably very high.

There was a thud from under the bed, and a small child came out from under the bed, draped in a sheet, with his arms and calves skinny and bone, and if it weren't for those timid eyes, the man in black would have thought it was a corpse of starvation.

"Who are you?" Seeing that the young master didn't speak, Mo Ying asked.

The child shrank for a moment, and the whole person curled up: "I, I don't know ......"

"You don't know? So how did you end up here? What does it have to do with this person? Ink Shadow spoke more sternly, pointing to the corpse in the doorway.

As a result, the kid cried, but the voice was not loud, but it was just a twitch that made Mo Ying very irritable, he was very good at interrogating prisoners, and he tortured hard, and if he couldn't be tortured, he would be able to open his mouth anyway, but in front of him, it is estimated that he can smash the bones of his whole body with a slap.

"Stop crying, we're not bad people. You're the medicine man he caught, aren't you? An Yan suddenly squatted down, with a smile on his face, matched with his handsome face, which made people hate and fear.

Sure enough, the child stopped crying and nodded at An Yan in a daze.

"Medicine man? Young master, you mean, this kid is the test subject of that pervert? "Ink Shadow understands this time.

An Yan got up, his face tightened: "This kind of evil crooked way, if no one experiments, do you think they dare to use it on themselves?" ”

He boasted that he was not a good-hearted person, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe him as murderous, but he also disdained to use such an evil and crooked method, let alone play with the lives of innocent people.

"So, what about this kid?" Mo Ying, who was still menacing just now, knew that this child was also a victim, and his attitude suddenly improved a lot, after all, looking at this child was really miserable.

An Yan glanced at the child curled up in a ball, and said, "Take it back first, let Xue Ya check his body, if he remembers where his home is, he will send it back later." ”

The ink shadow was ordered, and squatted in front of the child and stretched out his hands; "Don't worry, we're good people, okay to take you out of here?"

The child looked straight at him a few times, then suddenly threw himself into his arms and hugged him tightly. He was stunned, the smell of this child was really bad, but when he felt the bones on his body, he felt pitiful, so he just hugged the child all the way back.

Xue Ya wanted to check on the child, but he couldn't get down on Mo Ying's body, Xue Ya had no choice but to let Mo Ying take him a bath and change into clean clothes first.

It's just that he didn't wash for long, he heard a scream from the room, and Mo Ying escaped as if he was being chased by a beast, he was wet, and pointed to the room in disbelief, out of breath: "He, he ......"

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