Kong Duan cautiously raised his head: "Lord, is this Yan Fenghuan the person you are looking for?" ”

Yan Wanqiu ignored him, his whole body shrank into the shadows, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and his eyes were out of focus.

He began to talk to himself intermittently, sometimes excitedly and sometimes disdainfully.

"Sure enough."

"I'm starting to get so weak."

"Don't you even dare to kill someone? The meat has been fed to the mouth, what are you still carrying? ”

"I've been hiding for so many years, and that's it."

"It's better to be swallowed by me just back then......"

"Wait, wait, wait and I'll be able to come out."

"How long can you carry it?"

“……”

Kong Duan didn't dare to get up, seeing Yan Wanqiu's increasingly crazy appearance, he wished that he was an invisible person.

Why did this Yan Fenghuan have such a big impact on him?

"Tick, tick."

Suddenly, a black mist rolled on Yan Wanqiu's hands.

Kong Duan was a little flustered: "Lord! ”

There was no sound response.

Soon, the fog was so thick that it dropped to the ground like water droplets.

The marble floor was charred black.

The dripping "droplets" turned into a black mist and rose up, and began to "wriggle" and spread in all directions.

Kong Jian trembled as he watched as the mist approached him, and his instinct to survive quickly covered his body with a layer of spiritual power.

The moment before the mist swallowed him, his whole body retreated sharply, but the black mist climbed up his calves and clothes at an extremely fast speed.

Even his body, which was covered with spiritual power, felt the scorching pain, and his eyes showed fear: "Lord! Lord, let me go! ”

The black mist quickly ate away at his protective spiritual power, and he let out a roar of pain.

At this moment, his frightened voice seemed to wake up Yan Wanqiu.

I saw that the black mist paused for a moment, and slowly shrank back into Yan Wanqiu's body.

He was in a trance for a moment, then looked down at his hands, and a chuckle overflowed from his throat: "Heh, the strength is not enough." ”

After that, Yan Wanqiu casually glanced at the hole that was shaking like chaff, and snorted between his noses.

Then he folded his hands, sat up straight, and adjusted his posture a little awkwardly.

His elegant appearance made him look like a scholar from a scholarly family at first glance: "Kong Du." ”

The hole that is trying to reduce his sense of existence can only bite the bullet: "Lord, what do you command?" ”

"From now on, you are not allowed to block all of Yan Fenghuan's transactions with Huaguo, and if necessary, you have to help her."

Kong Duan looked at Yan Wanqiu in disbelief: "Lord? Isn't this just strengthening her strength? ”

If the Yan family has further contact with Huaguo, then what should their Kong family do?

"Grow?" Yan Wanqiu snorted disdainfully, looking at Kong Duan's eyes without any emotion, as if looking at ants, "What do you talk about growing when people are the weakest and most troublesome things?" ”

I didn't dare to come out of the hole.

"But it's perfect for a fool like her to strike a fatal blow." Yan Wanqiu said again in a low voice.

The look on his face was strange and wonderful.

How ridiculous, this group of gods seems to be high, but in fact, they are already relying on people to survive.

Look, even if you talk about it, you now have to rely on currying favor with just a few people to survive.

Obviously, in order to please mankind, he even sent everything out, and he still had to carry that poor self-esteem, pretending to have no desire and no desire, how ridiculous.

Yan Wanqiu pulled an expectant smile on her face.

After waiting for so many years, no matter how hard Yan Fenghuan's bones are, isn't he going to gnaw them down?

So, what's the use of struggling?

Looking at the trembling holes at his feet, Yan Wanqiu said coolly: "What I said, did you hear clearly?" ”

Kong Duan's face on the side was distorted for a while, but he didn't dare to say more, and responded with difficulty.

"Kong Duan, if you dare to disobey the yang and the yin-" Yan Wanqiu smiled, but her tone was gloomy.

"Lord, be of good cheer! I, the Kong family, are definitely your most faithful servants. Kong Duan hurriedly bowed to the ground and loudly expressed his loyalty.

"Huh."

I don't know if I believe it or not, but with a chuckle, Yan Wanqiu's figure quickly dissipated.

The place where he had sat suddenly turned into a black "char" object and shattered to the ground.

The whole box became a mess, and the charred place was no longer visible.

Such a Lord......

Is it really worth it?

Kong Duan's eyes changed for a long time, but in the end, he could only sigh unwillingly.

This quagmire has long been trapped in the Kong family, and no one can escape.

……

After Kong Duan left, this box was restored by the guest restaurant within a few hours.

They move very quickly and quietly, and they are obviously familiar with this work all year round.

All traces were erased, and secrets were hidden, as before.

But the waiter who opened the door for Li Yuhui was wearing a neat military uniform at the moment, reporting the situation at an information center base with the highest level of secrecy in S Province.

This information center has just been established, and at present, there is only one in S Province and one in Beijing, and it is working in tandem.

There are hundreds of elites in it, and there are a lot of topics.

But the object of research only revolves around one person-

The patron saint of the Yan family: Yan Fenghuan.

The soldier disguised as a waiter brought back a very informative amount of information.

The factions that were originally very controversial about Yan Fenghuan have become even more antagonistic.

The research team insisted on their own words, and they were about to quarrel.

Yu Changfeng was also called, and when he saw the black mist flowing like a liquid in the video, he swallowed his saliva.

"Old Yu, how's it going?"

"That's it."

"Are you sure?"

"Naturally, can you find anything more disgusting than this?"

"Yes."

They conducted various tests and tests on the recovered debris, but found that the energy left on the furniture was unknown.

It's not "radiation" or "digestive juices" or anything like that.

Nor is it a known form of energy.

And "coke" is not "burned" as it seems to the naked eye.

If you have to find a figurative statement, it is more like "assimilation eating".

It's chilling.

As the mysteries grew, so did the research team.

For Yan Fenghuan, Yan Wanqiu, and the Kong family, the risk assessment index soared.

In particular, Yan Fenghuan's evaluation index reached the peak after twists and turns.

However, two days later, news came from Beijing: Ji Pinglong decided to rush to S Province and meet in person.

Naturally, this news was opposed by many people.

Ji Pinglongli overrode public opinion, and secretly arrived in Province S on the evening of the third day.

Yu Changfeng applied for companionship.

A group of researchers who tend to talk about it also rushed to sign up.

So the "next visit" they agreed with Yan Fenghuan was put on the agenda in advance.

With Ji Pinglong's identity, the escort regiment is naturally batch after batch.

But in the end, only Ji Pinglong, Yu Changfeng and the three researchers entered the Lingwu Realm.

Originally, many members of other groups wanted to come, but in view of the situation, in the end, representatives of the three research directions were selected first.

One is Ning Huan, a researcher in behavioral psychology, one is Liu Chuanxi, an electronic engineer in Huaguo, and the other is Chen Ni, a historian who focuses on the study of the spiritual martial arts.

There are five people in a group, except for Yu Changfeng, who is a soldier and has a bit of self-protection ability, none of the others can fight.

In front of a group of cultivators, it is a compliment to say that they are powerless.

With the agreed "gift", they came to Yan's house again.

Like last time, he was smiling at the door to greet them.

It's still the council room of the Yan family.

Yan Fenghuan was wearing a water-blue bamboo lichen skirt, and was sitting on the main seat waiting for them quietly.

After several people introduced themselves and sat down, before they could speak politely, they heard Yan Fenghuan ask: "What are you scared of?" ”

The spiritual platform is unstable and worried.

It's like seeing the hell.

This question, even Ji Pinglong was stunned for a moment.

Then he smiled kindly at Yan Fenghuan: "Miss Yan's eyes, you have indeed encountered some things. ”

After adjusting his breathing almost invisibly, he said, "Today, we are going to the appointment, and we also want to ask you to verify these things. ”

Yan Fenghuan nodded, then raised his hand and tapped it in the air.

In front of the five people, there was an extra pale cyan jade cup, which was quietly floating in front of them.

"Miss Yan, what is this?"

"Soothing."

Without hesitation, several people raised their hands to take it.

However, when he looked down, Rao Yiji Pinglong's cultivation couldn't help but twitch.

Although the pale cyan jade cup was very elegant, it contained dark green juice and even bubbles.

Occasionally, purple-black stumps of suspected plants can be seen between the bubbles.

Is this kind of ghost thing calming the nerves or suppressing ghosts?

Several people hesitated for a moment.

I really don't blame them, it's a personal hesitation.

Yan Jing glanced at it from a distance and immediately recognized what it was.

"Ahem." Yan Fenghuan seemed to expect everyone's reaction, and said seriously, "You can drink it, the effect is quite good, right, Yan Jing?" ”

Yan Jing, who was gloating on the side, was suddenly named: "Huh? Right! ”

He picked up the ordinary tea on the table and poured two sips.

Cai Yu said with a smile to Ji Pinglong: "This tea does have no other shortcomings except for the appearance and taste." ”

There is no need for Yan Fenghuan to harm them in such a matter.

On the contrary, she is willing to give this tea, which just shows that she has a good impression of these people.

Since Yan Jing said so, several people struggled a few times in their hearts, but they were still bored.

It was as if a pile of fluffy moss had slipped through his throat, gurgling and squirming into his stomach.

Although the speed of drinking is already fast, it is still unavoidable, and the spicy and sour taste wells up on the tip of the tongue.

Several people looked ugly and almost disgusted.

"Poof." Yan Jing was really a little unable to hold back when he saw this.

Yan Fenghuan glanced at him lightly, and he quickly collected his expression.

However, as Yan Jing said, there are no other drawbacks to that tea other than its appearance and taste.

How to say that it is also the Danfang of the post-spirit era, as well as the spiritual plants that have been cultivated by divine power.

In addition, it is handmade by Yan Fenghuan - at least it can guarantee 100% restoration.