The old man was also inexplicable, with a head full of question marks. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 When he set up the formation, he really thought that the thief in front of him was fighting to the death with his son. But now that I think about it, I feel that something is wrong! Obviously, Guan Dekuan called before, saying that there was such a person who wanted to visit, and his son was ...... at that time Time is definitely not right!

"Humph!"

The old man couldn't find anything to say, and snorted coldly.

Zhuo Hui didn't care, knowing that the old man wanted to drive him away, but he didn't go, and he staggered Erlang's legs with a hippie smile.

After a while, a few more woke up one after another, like old men, exclaiming, getting up, and retreating, looking at Zhuo Hui with hatred and fear, as if they were looking at demons.

The old man was worried and anxious, but there was nothing he could do. I couldn't help it, so I went to my granddaughter to check.

His brows furrowed, and he finally sighed and commanded, "Get my needle!" ”

A young man next to him went out in response, and when he bypassed Zhuo Gui, this person obviously trembled twice.

Zhuo Ji is secretly funny, afraid of being like this, out of luck!

When the guy got the needle, everyone lying in the warehouse woke up, except for two: Duanmu Qing and the motorcycle girl.

The people who woke up all glared at Zhuo Gui, blocking in front of the old man and the motorcycle girl, afraid that Zhuo Gui would suddenly attack. But Zhuo Hui locked his soul and probed to observe with great interest how the old man was treated.

As soon as he locked his soul, the first thing he found was the bead he put in his pocket. It was a feeling similar to the soul nourishing wood, and the beads seemed to contain endless power, which had the meaning of pulling his soul into it.

I'm afraid this bead is a great treasure! But well...... It's mine now!

Half an hour passed, and the old man sweated and let out a long breath. Zhuo Hui nodded secretly, a little famous, the pulse breath of the motorcycle girl has stabilized, and she may wake up at any time.

The old man saw that Zhuo Hui didn't make any moves, so he was relieved, and walked to Duanmuqing's side to bury his head and think hard. Those people were like crabs in line, moving in front of the head of the house and continuing to block Zhuo Gui.

But in front of his son, the old man couldn't do anything, as if he didn't dare to rush to the rescue, and his ruddy face was now blue and dejected.

"Get out of the way!"

Zhuo Hui suddenly got up, roared, and walked towards Duanmuqing.

The human wall shook, and he subconsciously retreated to both sides, making room for Zhuo Ji very ridiculously.

Zhuo Ji smiled, probed with one hand, and grabbed Duanmuqing's left-hand vein.

"What for!"

"Let it go!"

The human wall is tense. The old man's heart moved, and with a wave of his hand, he stopped the human wall from acting irrationally, staring at Zhuo Hui with a complicated expression.

Duanmu Qing's injuries in his body were too serious, his internal organs were not complete, and there was even a cloud of ghost qi on a rampage! The old man didn't dare to administer the needle, for fear that it was not because of the serious injury, but because of this ghostly spirit.

But Zhuo Ji happened to be an enemy with the ghost, and smiled at the old man, and his spiritual power suddenly condensed into a force, and began to pull the ghost qi.

The moment a trace of ghost qi penetrated through his fingertips, Zhuo Ji suddenly felt the long-lost cold needle prick! His heart sank, and he almost collapsed the exercises, his brows were furrowed, his expression became solemn, and he continued to pull!

The warehouse is getting colder and colder! Those who had not recovered from their injuries shivered unconsciously, and felt an urge to flee.

The old man looked at Zhuo Hui for a while, and then at his son, unable to hide the anxiety and worry on his face.

At this time, Zhuo Ji had already unfolded his mana without any remaining power, and was fighting against this vicious ghostly aura. As soon as the ghost qi turned into a hundred limbs, it became entangled with Zhuo Qi's mana, fighting to the death. Zhuo Qi's breath was very uncomfortable, so he had to forcibly suppress it, and he didn't dare to immediately run the exercises to refine. It was because he was getting more and more painful, and his brows were getting deeper and deeper, which was equivalent to transferring Duanmuqing's injuries directly to himself.

Ten minutes! A stream of blood squeezed out from the corner of Zhuo Gui's mouth, relieving the pressure a little, and finally collecting all these ghost qi.

He turned around and left, waving his hand weakly, "Lao Tzu...... I'll come back when I'm better! Tell your son to wait for questioning! ”

As soon as "Lao Tzu" came out, Zhuo Hui felt that it was very inappropriate, everyone was white-bearded and hung down, who can you be Lao Tzu? Then he changed his tune.

Stepping on weak steps, Zhuo Hui left the workshop, took a car, and drove back to the non-staple food store on the back street of Wenshu Monjuwon, Gyeongju in a daze. After parking the car and passing by the Duanmu rune paper shop, Zhuo Hui limped and walked in.

"Hello Boss Zhuo, why does your complexion look so bad?" Guan Kuan greeted him, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to support Zhuo Hui.

Zhuo Ji put his hand on Guan Dekuan's shoulder, smiled uglyly and said, "Hey, don't mention it, I just had a fight with Duanmuqing!" That old boy hasn't woken up yet, and I'm not feeling good! ”

"Ah...... Ah......h

"Haha!" Zhuo Ji lifted his feet and walked out of the store.

When they returned to the store, the two girls were very frightened when they saw him like this, and hurriedly came over to help him. He waved his hand, "Shut the door!" "Fainted.

Master Zhuo has a fever! Not only burning, but also dreaming! Not only dreams, but also dreams!

In the distance, a man in furious ancient costume stood. Around him, there was a thick black gas. The black qi tugged wantonly, transforming into a thousand strange beasts, roaring at the man.

The man went berserk and burst out with a burst of energy!

The picture came to an abrupt end.

In a trance, Zhuo Hui returned to Duanmu's workshop,

The motorcycle girl jumped up, grimacing for a while, singing for a while, and at the end, she suddenly glared at Zhuo Gui, "Give me back my baby!" ”

Zhuo Ji smiled and said cheekily: "Silly girl! It's easy to want me back to you, kiss one first! ”

The motorcycle girl seemed to look shy, blushing and snickering. Suddenly, a hundred-zhang giant sword appeared in the air above his head, aiming at Zhuo Ji and slashing down.

"Damn!"

Zhuo Qi sat up.

The two goddesses in front of her were not good, and Zhang Yan said angrily: "Say! Who's the stupid girl! Why did you go! ”

When I woke up at home, there was a faint fragrance in the room, which was Zhang Yan Ni Kexin's bedroom. Zhuo Ji was excited, rubbed his eyes and said innocently: "Ah, that, I dreamed that I robbed you of something, and you let me return ......"

Zhang Yan snorted and pouted. Ni Kexin covered her mouth and sneered: "I really know how to make it up." ”

The exercises are silent, and the ghost qi in the body has been completely refined. Zhuo Qi exhaled and said, "How long have I been in a coma?" ”

"Two days, it's the next night." Ni Kexin said softly, looking a little worried again, "It's okay, right?" ”

"It's okay." Zhuo Ji got out of bed and stretched, "Then, where do you sleep?" ”

"Sister Yan sleeps on the sofa, and I sleep in the store."

Zhang Yan suddenly remembered something, went out, and in less than a minute, brought in a bowl of soup, "Drink it quickly, I've been boiling it, I learned from Sister Kexin for the first time I boiled soup." ”

"Pretty girl! What about growing old? Zhuo Hui took the soup and didn't sense Cheng Shouzheng.

Ni Kexin smiled: "Sister Yan slept on the sofa and drove him to the hotel." ”

"Huh! Can the old man agree? ”

"If you don't agree, I leave the stereo on." Zhang Yan was very proud.

It's not too hot, Zhuo Ji finished the soup in one gulp, handed the empty bowl to Zhang Yan, stretched his waist and shouted, "Ah...... It's not too early, let's go to sleep, that ...... The big sleep ......"

"Phew!"

The two girls pushed him out of the room.

Zhuo Hui laughed twice, went to the old man's room, sat cross-legged, felt the beads, looked at them and put them in, took out the thread-bound book, and immersed himself in enlightenment.