Yan Zhen and Xiao 7 came to the city wall of the Spring Market, he was about to turn into fine sand and carry Xiao 7 over the wall, but Xiao 7 waved his hand at him, his body rotated, and in the blink of an eye, a flannel chinchilla spread his legs, pinched his waist with both hands, and gently fell to the ground to stand up. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"This is the body's memory function, hey~ It's a pity that I can only record this kind of image." My Neighbor Totoro Little 7 swaggered back and forth twice, sighing regretfully.

"It's okay,...... Small. Yan Zhen turned into fine sand, and My Neighbor Totoro 7 sat on the sand pile and climbed the city wall with the flowing sand.

The fine sand is like flowing water, going upstream, carrying a flannel chinchilla, climbing to the top of the city wall.

At night, the spring market, looking from the top of the city wall, there are many light sources, and the new pattern of the city adopts the form of a circle within a circle.

The outermost ring area is the lower area, and the middle ring area is the intermediate level, so the innermost disc area should be the advanced area.

There is no obvious building separating the districts, but even on the city wall at the highest point of the city, looking down from the heights, it is still difficult to see the specific appearance of the interior of the middle and high-end districts.

Yan Zhen can distinguish the three areas because there are light sources on the adjacent positions between the two areas, which is like three rows of candles separating the three areas in the dark, and the distance between them is far away, except for the light of the candles, the things in those dark areas are not clear to the human eye.

During the day, he had almost all the lower districts around, and he didn't find anything in the way, but at night, he was able to tell the extent of each area.

"These lights don't look like lights, what are they?" Little 7 asked, sitting on the wall.

"Bio-light, like fireflies." Yan Zhen said.

"It's so powerful, I can't even feel the energy activity on the other side." Little 7 said.

"It's supposed to be a barrier, I found a lot of places when I walked during the day, and when I walked there, I felt like I wanted to change my route, and if I insisted on going there, it wasn't impossible, I was afraid of attracting attention, so I bypassed."

"Amazing, according to what you've heard, it's likely that intermediate and senior writers can force through these barriers and casually enter the lower areas, but the writers in the lower areas can't pass through these two barriers, so they don't need to be separated by any buildings, they can't go in at all."

"It may have something to do with these lights, they don't emit light during the day, you can't find them."

The two sat on the wall and talked for a while, and then slowly climbed down, the street lamps were all gone, and the street was shrouded in darkness, with the occasional candlelight shining through the houses facing the street.

Winter nights are lonely, and most people are nested in warm rooms, but there is always a group of people who are nocturnal creatures, and they can't stay in the house in spring, summer, autumn or winter.

Against the dark background of the lower districts, there is a small area that stands out, where there is not only light, but also multicolored.

Yan Zhen and Xiao 7 quietly approached the area, it was a small open-air square, surrounded by a circle of famous cars, although the cars are now scrapped, it looks good as a luxury product.

There was a group of people in strange costumes gathered in the field, either with less sleeves or less pants and legs, and on a cold day, the girls came out in their underwear; The head shape is even more innovative, not the most beautiful, only the strangest; There were men and women drinking and laughing together, and all kinds of strange things ran all over the place.

The so-called strange things are all mutated small animals, monkeys with pig heads, rats with lizard heads......

Yan Zhen and Xiao 7 hid under the wheel of a BMW, listened to the people in the square drinking and chatting, and eliminated some dirty, unnutritious, and bragging garbage information, and the chat content of several people attracted Yan Zhen's attention.

It is not uncommon for a region to divide territory according to strength, and the 'cute master' that these people talk about is a leader in the lower district.

The point is that Meng Ye caught a beauty today, I like it very much, the beauty is not a writer yet, don't think about it, Yan Zhen is sure that this beauty is Jiang Mengxin.

Jiang Mengxin was captured by the black boss, and An Quan, who was responsible for protecting her, was probably already more than lucky, and those people mentioned Mengye's sphere of influence in their conversation.

Yan Zhen went from building to building according to this range, and finally saw someone guarding the door in an underground song hall.

He asked Xiao 7 to wait outside the door, he turned into fine sand and burrowed into the song hall, and the two people guarding the door were chatting with each other smoking cigarettes, not noticing that a shadow was flowing under their feet, and they got into the gap under the door.

Candles were lit in the song hall, and a few young people sat on the sofa in the lobby, smoking and chatting, saying that 'the boss just came back from a meeting and went in impatiently'.

Under the cover of the darkness illuminated by the candlelight, Yan Zhen hurriedly crawled to the private room and heard Jiang Mengxin's shout.

The shout came from the high-end private room where there were two guards at the door, and Yan Zhen neatly killed the two guards at the door, returned to his human form and pushed the door.

There was a loud bang, and something slammed into the door, slamming the door that he had just pushed open a little bit and slamming it shut again.

"Get out~ Little slut, I can't look down on you!" This angry shout is just soft in the middle, obviously a man with a rough voice, but the tone of his voice is particularly 'soft'.

Yan Zhen clearly remembered that Jiang Mengxin was shouting just now: Don't come here, come over again, I, I will be killed by a headlong crash!

Why was someone kicking away in the blink of an eye? She can't knock her whole body away when she hits herself!

Yan Zhen pushed the door again, but Jiang Mengxin's body blocked the door, and she fainted again.

At this moment, two more voices came from the room, one was a loud 'Mo', and the other was a familiar male voice who roared angrily 'Get out'.

Yan Zhen heard that it was An Quan's voice, and he didn't care about Jiang Mengxin, so he pushed the door hard, pushed Jiang Mengxin's body lying on the ground more than two meters away, and hit his head on the table leg.

The person in the private room was indeed An Quan, he was wrapped in a black paste like a figurine, only his head was exposed, and his body was all wrapped in black paste, and he couldn't move.

In front of him stood a stout man, attracted by the sound of the door being pushed, and turned his head to look at the door, with a look of displeasure at being disturbed.

The cat's ears on the top of his head, the green stubble on his face, and the blue eyeshadow and flaming red lips scared Yan Zhen a lot.

In particular, the chest hair on the big man's chest was like a piece of felt, but he wore a deep V-neck pink-colored dress, and a pair of blood-red high heels on his feet.

This person is half a head taller than Yan Zhen without shoes, and he wears a pair of ten centimeters tall to hate the sky, as if he is a giant ape-man.

Yan Zhen's brain short-circuited for a second, and he quickly judged in his mind whether it was a human or a monster made by some writer.

An Quan obviously wanted to wipe off the lipstick mark on his face that was comparable to blush, and tilted his neck to try, but he couldn't rub his shoulder.

The cat-eared man pointed at Yan Zhen with his thick fingers coated with scarlet nail polish, hooked it, smiled charmingly, and said, "Handsome guy, come in~"

"I'm going wrong, you guys play." Yan Zhen's scalp was numb, and he turned around and left.

"Yan Zhen!" An Quan gritted his teeth and shouted.

"I want to go, hum~" The big man stretched out his arm and untied a long whip from his waist, this whip was like a living thing, and the whip head was a snake head, which was thrown out by the big man, and it was bitten by Yan Zhen's throat.

Yan Zhen dodged away, and at this time, several young people in the lobby heard the movement and ran over, and when they saw a stranger mixed in, they took out their own 'magic weapons'.

Since it is a writer's alliance, even if it is a younger brother, he must also be a writer.

However, if you want to say that you are strong, you must not be strong, if you really have strength, how can you just be a small thug.

One of them pulled out a short sword glowing with green light and stabbed at Yan Zhen first, the green and faint color, as if he was afraid that others would not know that it was poisonous.

Yan Zhen dodged the man's slash at him with agility, and the rest of the people showed ordinary weapons, kitchen knives, crowbars, and pistols.

He secretly said that it is no wonder that these people can only be a minion, except for the identity of a writer, the combat value is no different from ordinary people.

Dodge, kick, and hand knife combined for a few rounds, and seeing that Yan Zhen was about to achieve the final victory, suddenly a strong wind with a 'hissing' sound hit the back of his neck.

Yan Zhen hurriedly bowed forward, but was shocked to find that his feet had just stepped on a puddle of black paste, and it was too late for him to pull out his legs to dodge, this black paste was like super glue, even if he turned into fine sand now, he would be firmly stuck by it.

A few of the little brothers who were beaten down got up from the ground with a sigh, and the one who was carrying the crowbar wanted to give Yan Zhen a few sticks to vent his anger.

The cat-eared man was stunned, so frightened that the man quickly stopped his movements, stood by him honestly, and waited for the boss to fall.

The black paste spread upwards from the soles of Yan Zhen's feet, and in a blink of an eye, he became An Quan's second, during which he struggled to no avail, so he could only watch his body be wrapped in black paste, leaving his head exposed.

The black paste squirmed, carried the wrapped Yan Zhen into the private room, and placed it side by side with An Quan.