MTL - Lie Huo Jiao Chou-Chapter 14

Sheng Lingyuan was "awakened" by the sound of drums and gongs this time.

The last time he opened his eyes, he found that he was lying in a broken coffin in the barren mountains and mountains without any trace. His brain was cleaner than his body. He didn't know where he was or who he was. Buy strong offerings.

He didn't want to remember this time, but the bitter Ling Chi and the eighty-one Tianlei were so unforgettable. The feeling was still lingering until then. Even though his sexuality had disappeared, every trace of consciousness was still in pain. Trembling.

By the way, it stands to reason that he should not have a "corpse" to cheat ... but what is going on?

These juniors are not over! Can't I change the devil's worship?

The sound of gongs and drums was getting more and more lively, and there was a man inside who tried hard to roar again. Sheng Lingyuan listened with patience for a while, and his headache became more and more cracking. He thought, "Where is the evil spirit in this crying grave?"

At this moment, footsteps approached and someone helped him up. Ji Wen Ling Chi's pain was still there, so his senses were very chaotic at this time, and after a while, he realized that the man was holding a piece of cloth that he didn't know about, and was rubbing on him without a rule. .

Who ... is so bold?

Sheng Lingyuan opened his "eyes" sternly. In front of him was a face that was very close. The tip of the other's nose was almost on his body, and even his eyelashes were clear. He outlined a pair of beautiful lines of eyes. As soon as Sheng Lingyuan saw it, he sighed at him, and then swiped "scratched", and muttered with dissatisfaction: "What **** is not clean?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

Too presumptuous!

He recognized that it was the little demon who had a lot of tricks. The little devil whispered and pulled back a little. Sheng Lingyuan realized that his perspective was strange ... He seemed to be lying in his arms.

This little demon changed a weird dress, like what kind of wool was knitted into fine threads, and it was incredibly fine by hand, but without any technique, milky white, extremely clean. Sheng Lingyuan judged that he should be very pampered, otherwise he would not wear such delicate and useless clothes.

Although I do n’t know why he was dressed like a sheep, the soft wool was very comfortable on his body, and the little demon ’s body temperature passed through it softly. Sheng Lingyuan ’s pain seemed to be relieved by a thousand swords. Followed a little clearer. He tried to feel his body, his limbs were gone, as if separated from his surroundings, he could "see" and "hear", but these feelings did not come from the facial features.

Sheng Lingyuan was helpless, thinking, "Is this attached to any equipment?"

"This hasn't happened before," said the demon, Xuan Yuan, picking up the small box that can "transmit a thousand miles" from the side, and Sheng Lingyuan heard him say to the box, "How to clean up the sword on the Internet?" Bloodstains'. "

The little box uttered a flat female voice and replied, "Here is a webpage about 'how to clean up the blood on the sword.'"

"The bathhouse can be cleaned ... what a ghost! Wiping it with a silk scarf ... isn't that nonsense," Xuan Yuan frowned, pondered for a while, and also, probably no one else had ever encountered a sword wiped with blood and not cleaned, Then he said to his mobile phone, "Search the Internet ... uh, 'how do the girls' aunts get their pants washed?'"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

Although I didn't understand it, the intuition was definitely not a good word.

The pain eased for a while, and Sheng Lingyuan began to feel that the posture was a bit awkward-mainly that the kid was too owed, one hand whispered with a "small box", and the other hand was idle, and kept responding. Knocked on him with a drum beat.

Suddenly, "Dang" sounded something, and something hit him, making him jump lightly.

His heart had probably not been skipped for too long, and he was occasionally shocked and looked extraordinarily solemn.

"Yes," Sheng Lingyuan remembered for a moment, "he has a ring in his hand."

The ring face seemed to be broken, and the ring hit him all at once. The temperature seemed higher than that of the little demon's palm, reminiscent of the small flame in the severe winter wind, and it was temptingly warm.

"What's that?" Sheng Lingyuan looked at Xuan Yuan's somewhat steep jaw, thinking.

Until now, he only had some intermittent pictures in his mind, which were not systemic. Most of those pictures were **** and screaming loudly. Then look at the gloomy sacrifices that awakened him, presumably he was not a good thing before.

"Nanming keeps the fire", Sheng Lingyuan didn't remember the name, he was familiar, but somehow he was unwilling to think about it, and wondered a little, the pain that even he could not bear was meant to make a comeback. .

"What the **** are you?"

I saw the little demon sing along with the sound of gongs and drums as he clicked on and off the "small box". It turned out to be a male roar, which turned into two people facing each other ... not yet in a tune.

"Well," Sheng Lingyuan stopped thinking, and concluded, "Donkey."

At this time, something "ding dong" outside, "Yang Xing" leading to high singing was interrupted. I saw him agree with a loud voice, briefly spared Sheng Lingyuan's ears, got up and left.

Sheng Lingyuan was put aside by him, and felt like a bed-like thing under him, narrow, long, and extremely soft. As soon as he fell into it, he immediately fell into it. I don't know what kind of gentleness he was.

While wondering in his heart, he looked around the house while taking the opportunity, and he was very frightened-mainly the roof was low, but it was barely enough, and ordinary people would not hit his head-the light in the room was very good, because the entire wall facing south It's all windows, which only half covered a tulle curtain, and a large area of ​​sunlight broke in unobstructed, covering half the room. Like the previous place called "Hospital" on the window, there are also luxurious "jewels", but it looks much cleaner and translucent than the hospital. There is a "disk" in the middle of the roof. Sheng Lingyuan guesses that this is for lighting. Yes, I have seen it in the "hospital" before, although the shape is not the same, the hanging position is similar. The furniture around is very weird. At first glance, the materials are a bit shabby, but if you take a closer look, it seems that everyone has mystery. It is not easy to draw conclusions.

I didn't dare to say that the room was spotless, but it was never messy and cleaned up very well ... except for being a bit noisy-there was a square box in the corner low cabinet, which was a man in that stuff screaming.

Xuan Yuan led a man whom Sheng Lingyuan hadn't seen. "He changed his shoes. Sit anywhere. What should I drink?"

The man was wearing a Tibetan robe, and the fabric was poking hard, and there seemed to be a depression between his eyebrows. Sheng Lingyuan carefully looked at him for a moment and thought, "Mortal, but there is a little razor beast."

But isn't it? In a word, if the Qingping Division has disappeared for nearly a thousand years, those half-demon and half-demon mixed people who have left offspring will still have a little blood.

The visitor was Xiao Zheng. Director Xiao was exhausted and exhausted. As soon as he entered the door, he was almost stroked by the heavy metal of death: "Close and close, quickly, what about quality? My neighbor will call the police! Give me a bottle of water."

"During the day, I went to work and school. Who is there?" Xuan Yuan scooped a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator and threw it to him. He moved Sheng Lingyuan off the sofa and poked at the corner.

Sheng Lingyuan felt that the artifact he possessed was half a person tall and heavy, and made a muffled sound when he collided with the ground.

He immediately had a vague guess in his mind. As soon as Xuan Yuan walked away, a clear mirror at the corner of the back room came over ...

really.

He sighed, "It's the sword."

The sword body is more than three feet long, and less than two palms wide, the complex veins carved near the blood groove ... familiar, I must have seen it before. Sheng Lingyuan stared at the pattern for a moment, without any clue. He remembered that the sword was pulled out of the backbone by the little demon, and it was quite a bit of a destiny magic weapon. It belonged to fire, and it was born against the cold things ...

He himself is the most overwhelming.

But instead of repelling him, the sword seemed to be carefully nurturing his soul.

strange.

"Are you back in the yellow game?" Xuan Yuan sat down with Erlang's legs on his feet, and turned out a plate of nuts from the bottom of the coffee table. "What?"

"The General Administration decided to formally investigate and investigate the case in which field personnel used Jinghua Shuiyuedie to conceal the number of casualties. The Yellow Bureau asked me to come to you," Xiao Zheng opened his eyes and said, "There is an emergency meeting over 'Penglai'. There was a fight for a week. It's really impossible to carry it ... Do you know what 'Penglai' means? "

Xuan Yuan grabbed a handful of melon seeds, ate one and ate one: "Not quite sure, but I can probably guess, you say."

"There are relatively few special talents. Minorities like to gather together, you know. Except when recruited by the General Administration as civil servants, most of the special talents are in several larger organizations," Xiao Zheng paused. "These organizations are relatively similar to us. They are similar to private organizations and public organizations. If they were ancient, I guess they could be called" sects. "These private organizations are certainly impossible to eliminate. It is unrealistic to forcibly ban them. Coexistence and help each other. But for the sake of public safety, it is impossible for the General Administration to let them go. Therefore, a "Penglai Security Federation" was established, which is an "industry self-regulatory organization." For many years, our relationship with these civil organizations It's very subtle. It's always been cooperating and suppressing. "

Xuan Yuan was like listening to a storytelling. After eating the seeds, he began to peel pistachios: "As a result, a big scandal broke out in your general bureau."

Xiao Zheng: "This matter needs to be checked by yourself.

"Yu--" Xuan Yuan said, "I won't come, I can't come, I won't suffer Lao Tzu."

"There is too much involved here. Look for anyone who has worked in the field to check, including me, to check for yourself, not clear," Xiao Zheng said with patience. "Only you are new and now you are It happened to be in the aftermath, Huang Ju mentioned it at the Penglai meeting ... "

Xuan Yuan interrupted him: "Speaking of that ghost butterfly, I have a question for a long time, the larva of the thing, or the butterfly egg ... What is love?-Just put them out like this, I never thought what to do if it spread in the crowd? "

"That's not true. The stolen butterfly eggs have been specially treated," Xiao Zheng said. "It just parasites on people and can't reproduce anymore. The human's death is dead, and the butterflies die.

Xuan Yuan: "That's all right, what else to check?"

Xiao Zheng foresaw that the dog's mouth could not vomit ivory, and the forehead blue tendon started to jump ahead of time.

"People who are parasitized by the butterfly live and work well, and their relatives and friends do n’t know. If you do n’t know, you do n’t know. It ’s okay to live a sloppy life. If you let me say, I ’ll go to the old director to tell Bi Chunsheng That partner, "Xuan said slowly, his tongue might have a special function, talking while gnawing nuts, without affecting each other." Leaving a handle on what they have done, repudiation is useless, for overall consideration It ’s better to recognize them. The two of them cooperate to make the big picture, and the organization will not let them have nowhere, even if they can not fight for generosity, they can live in a single room in the iron window in the future. "

"you……"

"As for Gong's success, I heard about the goods. It's a good destiny to have this end. Let them find someone to recognize them, and say that they have used an unsolved loss of magic-you can't solve it anyway. There are too many magic tricks, just make up any one. I can do it for you if you can't make it up. "

"Do you speak human?" Xiao Zheng started the shooting and grabbed his nut plate. "What the hell! Parrot you!"

"Our aftermath is rubbing our buttocks," Xuan Yuan threw the last pine nut into his mouth, clapped his hands, and educated Xiao Zheng carefully. "No matter how dirty his **** is, he must use gentle toilet paper. Abrasive paper wipes out human life ... Well, I said, Xiao Xiao, who are we new to, and you are the oldest, so why do n’t you understand? "

Director Xiao was out of high blood by his "ass rubbing" rumors.

"Your Lao Huang must mean the same thing," Xuan Yuan said, "don't believe that you go back and ask ... Hey, don't you drop my door, lock it for thousands more."

Xiao Zheng looks like a firecracker. Usually no one recruits him. He has a fire hazard. When he meets Xuanyuan, he has to explode several times a day. Xuan Yuan released Director Xiao as a diamond monkey, without psychological pressure. Taking advantage of the "injury and vacation", he slowly made three dishes and one soup for himself. The natal sword that "run away from home" refused to return for a nap.

It may be that he ate too much, or that the curtains were not pulled properly. He didn't sleep well, and he had been half asleep and awake. He had a lot of inconsistent dreams, and he was still confused. There was always an illusion. There was another person's breathing ...

the other person?

When awakened by the mobile phone, he froze for a few seconds, feeling a bit weird, suspecting that he had been single for a long time, almost dreaming of a child inappropriate.

Xuan Yuan rubbed her face and got up: "Hey, Director Xiao, what new instructions ..."

"The parasitic boy is wrong," Xiao Zheng interrupted him. "It may be infected! Come here quickly, you beak, majoring in cursing?" 2k novel reading network