The lightning fell to the ground, humming into Su Bai's arms, his tail wagging fast, and sticking out his tongue was very cute.

Su Bai touched its head and coughed: "Lightning is so good, come, give you beef ......"

Su Bai casually bought a few catties of cooked beef and threw them to Lightning.

Lightning snorted and ate it, very happy.

Su Bai said silently in his heart: "The battle armor detects the life fluctuations and obviously disappears...... was able to come back to life again, and the flesh and blood of his arm fell off and turned into a bone sword...... and the last Lord of Hell......"

He sighed, nine out of ten was really another world.

It seems that the Hell Plane, or the Hell World, does exist, and it has also affected the world in which it is located in some way, and maybe it will be the Hell Lord himself in the future......

The remote control is all third-level martial artists, and the lord himself is at least level four, which is already the top level of this low-level martial world, and if it is a higher level five......

Su Bai felt that he had the obligation and ability to solve this matter and build a beautiful home for cats and dogs to live in peace, all of which was naturally inseparable from his efforts that accounted for ninety percent and the credit of one percent of the card drawing.

Su Bai subconsciously looked at the official account of the Chrono Card, and felt a lot more at ease.

The siren sounded in the distance, Su Bai glanced at the original location of Chu Mo, which was empty at the moment, sighed, touched the head of the lightning, and walked to the side of the Yan sandbox, finally having time to observe.

There is an unusually simple pattern on the sand box, which can be vaguely seen to be a painting, it seems to be a big building, outside the house, there is something like a green light illuminating, and there is a human figure condensed to half, very freehand, the strokes are smooth and concise, so you can't see anything.

There are also a few text-like things on it.

Su Bai was curious: "Black hole, is there a translation for these words?"

Black hole: "Searching for information...... If it is not searched, the computing power required for big data analysis is too high...... Collect the city's hash bombs...... The most suitable translation result output: Guardian field,"

A very fast Internet café once again received countless bad reviews from customers.

"Guardian Realm?"

Su Bai coughed again, but he felt that his throat suddenly became sweet.

Burst!

The puddle of bruises formed by his internal injuries was finally squirted out by him at this moment, but it was all sprayed on the Yan sandbox.

This squirt, Su Bai was dumbfounded, he couldn't stop! It was as if there was a suction force that was continuously sucking blood.

Su Bai sprayed for a minute, the amount of bleeding was extremely large, and seeing that he was about to spray himself to death, he hurriedly filled himself with a blood bottle, spraying and replenishing at the same time.

I felt like I was back at school doing math problems and adding water while releasing water to the pool......

Since the Yan sandbox was unearthed, it has been recognized as a large-scale device, and it has been dismantled and reconstructed every time, but no one has ever thought that this is a thing that can be dripping blood to recognize the owner.

In fact, it can really recognize the Lord, but it is not a drop of blood to recognize the Lord, but a blood spray to recognize the Lord, one or two basins are not enough, at least one bucket is about the same.

After a minute, the bleeding finally subsided.

Su Bai breathed a sigh of relief, in this short minute, he spent four vials of blood, and there were only eight vials left.

Yan sandbox, no, it should be a guard-type field.

At the moment, it clicked and became smaller, until it became the size of a thumb, the shape of a small square toy.

Su Bai picked it up from the ground, feeling something in his heart.

This thing has been fused with his power, and as soon as his mind moves, it can be unfolded and arranged in an area, forming a guard-type field, but it has a long cooldown time to put away and fix, so it is usually fixed in one area, such as a home.

At this time, the siren sounded closer, and the people at the law enforcement gate were about to arrive.

From a distance, Su Bai also saw that Wujin's twin sister Wumeng was also in the car, but he smiled bitterly.

What's the matter now, the task is to catch Mo Wu and retrieve the Yan light box, but the catch is caught, but the Yan sandbox has also been recognized by himself, which can't be withdrawn, and he can't return it.

Su Bai pondered for a while, decisively picked up the lightning and ran!

However, before leaving, he left a bottle behind.

Su Bai also bought a post-it note and wrote something.

Like a bolt of lightning, Su Bai and Lightning left the scene, but his back was a little embarrassed......

On the third floor, inside a dark room.

The room is very high-end, and it looks like a rich family.

There was a long-haired girl lying on a big bed, frowning, as if she was having a nightmare, tossing and turning and wanting to hug something, but she didn't hug it, and it became more and more uncomfortable.

Seeing that she was about to wake up, a figure came in from the window, and the armor on the figure quickly dissipated, and gently climbed onto the bed and hugged her.

Nameless lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek.

Only then did she fall asleep peacefully, with a happy smile on her face, and the time at this moment had just arrived.

Seven o'clock.

......

Star City, 287 Downey Street.

Fog Dream watched the King of Coke run away like this.

Even if he was running, his back was still so chic, and he seemed to be holding some animal in his arms, and he couldn't see clearly.

"You cordon off the surroundings, investigate the situation at the scene, and take those two people to the hospital, remember to keep a strict watch. ”

Fog Meng walked into the room, his eyes complicated.

At her feet, at this moment, Uncle Mo and Mo Wu were lying on the ground.

He was as charred as a roasted suckling pig.

The flesh of his right hand faded and turned into a white bone sword, with sinew and flesh sticking to it, and his body also seemed to be a little torn, as if it could not withstand the strength and began to collapse from the bottom.

Wumeng looked at that familiar face, but she couldn't bear it.

She still remembered when she was a child, when she first saw Uncle Mo Wu, and in his hearty laughter, she also touched his green hair curiously.

At the moment, everything is meaningless.

"All of this is the pot ...... of the Green Helmets"

Fog Meng sighed, covering Mo Wu's body, and lowered her body.

Next to Mo Wu's body, there is also a red bottle, and a post-it note is pressed underneath, on which are written a few lines of words in a rather unique font.

"I'm sorry, for some special reason, I took the Yan sandbox with me...... You believe me, it's not a robbery, it's an exchange...... This vial of blood can be healed instantly after drinking, and it cannot be fully effective for third-level martial artists. ”

Wumeng couldn't cry or laugh, what kind of thing is this, originally the seniors were to help arrest the wanted criminals, but the people were caught, but the things were also taken away by the seniors, maybe tonight's wanted warrant for the king of cola was issued......

Fog dreamed about it and contacted another senior.