At that time, the middle-aged scribe was in a state of agitation, jumped out of the window and walked directly against the wall to the window of Ni Ping'er's room, not noticing behind him at all. Drifting without a trace, he took advantage of this opportunity and flew out of the window. The reason why it is not said to be "jumping" out is because Drifting Without a Trace used the magic of "flying" against the wind at that time. As soon as they reached the outside, they drifted around behind the middle-aged scribe and floated in the air in parallel with him. In the case of drifting without a trace and deliberately concealing his aura and figure, if the middle-aged scribe did not look back, he would never find out that he was being followed.

The moment the middle-aged scribe pried open the bolt of the window, he knew that he couldn't follow like this anymore, otherwise after he got in, it would be difficult for him to enter Ni Ping'er's room without being discovered. So, the moment the middle-aged scribe opened the window and was about to leap in, he released a small lightning magic. At that time, the floating was floating high above the head of the middle-aged scribe. The moment the middle-aged scribe turned around to check, he began to rush in without a trace, flashed in, and then immediately hid in a dark corner.

The middle-aged scribe's mind at that time was completely attracted by the inexplicable lightning behind him, so he didn't pay attention to the not very obvious wind coming from above. In the end, the middle-aged scribe, who had found nothing, entered Ni Ping'er's room through the window with a little doubt. In the dark night, the room was already dark, and it was deliberately shrunk in the corner without a trace, so it was not discovered by the middle-aged scribe.

As soon as he saw Ni Ping'er sleeping on the bed, the soul of the middle-aged scribe suddenly went out of his body, and under the fascination, it was even more impossible to find the hidden place floating without a trace.

When the middle-aged scribe was foul-mouthed, he did not move without a trace. But when he noticed that the middle-aged scribe began to move, he couldn't move without a trace. So, a light binding magic passed, and the middle-aged scribe was immediately tied up in a strong knot.

Such a change immediately made the middle-aged scribe panic. But after drifting away without a trace of reprimand, the panic on the middle-aged scribe's face turned into hideous: "What's wrong with being lustful? Is there a man in this world who is not lustful?" Of course, the middle-aged scribe tried his best to keep his voice down.

Seeing that this person was not ashamed but proud, he frowned when he disappeared. "You think everyone is like you? shameless!"

Listening to the scolding that drifted without a trace, the middle-aged scribe immediately replied disdainfully: "Hehe, I am shameless. But anyway, I'm a normal man. But what about you? You don't even know how to enjoy such a coquettish beauty? Alas, I sometimes really wonder: Are you a man or not?"

"You ......" the so-called "invincible if you are cheap", in the face of such a guy who "doesn't know his face", he really felt speechless when he drifted away, so he had to change the topic and said, "Tell me quickly, how can I make her wake up!"

"Hehe, don't say anything about death!" replied the middle-aged scribe unexpectedly proudly.

Drifting Away shook his head with a wry smile, then turned around. and walked to Ni Ping'er's side. At first, he gently pushed a few times, and at the same time shouted in his mouth: "Natasha, wake up." Ni Ping'er was still unconscious, and when she was gone, she increased the intensity of her pushing.

The effect doesn't seem to be obvious, so Drifting Away reminds me of the scene in the film and television drama where the method of pinching people awakens the unconscious. However, just when he was about to take action without a trace, he suddenly felt a numbness somewhere behind him. Then, the whole body was unable to move at all.

After being moved to the chair, he finally saw the man's face, which was the middle-aged scribe who had just been bound by his own magic.

"You, how did you get out of trouble?" asked Piano in disbelief.

"Haha, do you think Western magic is so great?" the middle-aged scribe asked playfully.

"So you already knew we were from the West! and you knew who I was a magician!" said Piaowu, a little annoyed.

"That's!" said the middle-aged scribe with a smug expression, "I have always emphasized that you are from outside the city, just to confuse you. To make you think that I don't know who you really are. ”

"But, even if you knew I was a magician, it wouldn't be possible to break my light binding spell so quickly, would it?" asked Piao, puzzled.

"Hehe, then you can only be considered unlucky. To tell you the truth, I once saw an introduction to the West in the ancestral texts. Know that you Westerners major in magic and vindictiveness. At the same time, I have also studied the various methods proposed by my ancestors on how to break through the magic that binds the West. Among them, there is the light binding magic you cast this time. The middle-aged scribe replied triumphantly.

"How did you do that?" asked Piano curiously.

"Oriental martial arts pay attention to self-cultivation, so when the exercises are cultivated to a certain extent, you can change the bones of the whole body at will......"

"Bone shrinking skills?" exclaimed Drift Without a Trace.

"Not bad!" the middle-aged scribe said proudly, "I didn't expect that there are many supernatural powers in our Eastern martial arts, even in the West, which are so famous!

I only heard the middle-aged scribe shout "shrink bones", and then his whole body trembled magically, and in a few breaths, he changed from a tall adult to a child less than ten years old. In other words, his whole person has shrunk by at least two-thirds. I just don't know if this is his limit. It is no wonder that this middle-aged scribe was able to extricate himself from the sturdy, dense cord of light.

"How's it going, do you know how powerful Dongfang martial arts are?" After the demonstration, the middle-aged scribe asked triumphantly.

"Awesome, awesome!" After exclaiming with envy, he asked with great interest, "I don't know, is there anything more powerful?"

Who would have thought that after hearing this, the middle-aged scribe's face changed suddenly, and then he scolded angrily: "Good you sinister foreigner." I almost fell for you! Hmph, in front of your grandfather and me, you still want to delay time?"

"No, no. I really want to see the wonders of Oriental martial arts!Brother Mo, for the sake of you and I who used to call me brothers, you can fulfill your little brother, right?"

"Act. Just keep acting!" said the middle-aged scribe coldly, stretching out his finger and poking it a few more times.

Suddenly, I felt paralyzed all over my body even more when I was gone. Immediately after that, it was impossible to move a finger without a trace.