Urban Hidden Dragon

The old pavilion master's breath rose and fell.

The windows opened and swung with a loud crash.

The curtains in the room shook, and the books on the table were opened with a clatter.

The whole attic was filled with a burst of anger.

The old pavilion master lowered his body slightly.

The cloudy eyes glowed with a cold light.

"How do you know about Forbidden Island!"

Wen Qing'er swallowed.

At that moment, it seemed that he felt death approaching.

"I used to overhear my parents talking, from them talking."

The old pavilion master bent his back and looked down at Wen Qing'er with his hands behind his back.

"Then what else did you hear?"

Wen Qing'er's body couldn't stop trembling.

It was clear that the old pavilion master's eyes were gradually filled with bloodshot eyes, the black eyeballs were shrinking little by little, and blue veins popped out on his forehead.

Under the dim light.

The old pavilion master looked like a zombie.

"I...that's what I heard!"

"Qing'er! Grandpa doesn't like children who lie!"

The old pavilion master's big, wrinkled hands covered with age spots fell on Wen Qing'er's body.

Wen Qing'er's weak body fell down, almost lying on the ground. Looking at the old pavilion master who looked completely different from the other two, his body was like chaff.

"I...I also heard that they said that the Forbidden Island has the trump card of our Penglai Pavilion! As long as you enter the Forbidden Island, you can improve your skills in the shortest time!"

The old Pavilion Master burst into laughter from his throat. The laughter sounded uncomfortable, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"Are you really willing to go to the Forbidden Island?"

Wen Qing'er tilted her body almost lying on the ground and looked at the old pavilion master nervously.

After hesitating for a long time, "I suddenly don't want to go!"

The old pavilion master suddenly grabbed Wen Qing'er's neck and lifted him up. Wen Qing'er's face turned purple from being pinched, her eyes popped out, and her legs couldn't stop kicking the air.

The tongue also came out bit by bit.

"I'm going! I'm going!"

A sharp sound came from Wen Qing'er's throat, shrouded in fear.

The old pavilion master let go.

Wen Qing'er fell to the ground weakly.

He held his neck and gasped violently.

The old pavilion master slowly sat down.

Looking down at Wen Qing'er.

A strange and eerie smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Your parents have been on the Forbidden Island for eighty days, and they are only one day away from becoming earth demons. Unfortunately, they always have that disgusting humanity. I hope you won't let them. I'm disappointed!

Cheng Bao, send her to the Forbidden Island! "

The guard who was guarding the door just now stepped in from outside the door.

Lifting it up, Wen Qing'er headed out the door.

Wen Qing'er struggled quickly, "Let me go, don't touch me with your stinky hands! I can leave by myself!"

Cheng Bao had no expression on his face and quickly walked out of the door with Wen Qing'er in hand.

There is a little-known ferry in the innermost part of Penglai Pavilion. Cheng Bao threw Wen Qing'er onto the boat.

He jumped onto the boat, kicked off the shore, and under the moonlight, the boat rushed out into the distance.

Cheng Bao stood at the bow of the ship, and Wen Qing'er's face twisted as she looked at the Penglai Pavilion that was gradually going away.

Recalling what the old Pavilion Master said just now, his parents actually died on the Forbidden Island.

I'm afraid I'll have a narrow escape if I go.

Wen Qing'er secretly glanced at Cheng Bao, turned over and was about to jump off the boat to escape into the water.

Cheng Bao stepped on it and the boat tilted. Wen Qing'er couldn't stand still and sat back in the boat.

Before he could speak, Cheng Bao pinched Wen Qing'er's face and said, "Be honest!"

Wen Qing'er angrily scratched Cheng Bao's face with her nails, and then bit Cheng Bao's mouth fiercely, "Watch dog, let me go! Don't touch me! It's so dirty! Give me... .”

Cheng Bao pressed Wen Qing'er's neck with his big hand and pinned Wen Qing'er to the bow of the boat.

The other hand reached towards Wen Qing'er's collar.

Clothes ripped.

Long drive straight into.

The boat swayed, bumped, and jumped into the distance.

The bow of the boat turned with gongs and drums, and the waves rolled and roared.

A bit of spring light brings autumn water, and several hurried oars rush the boat across.

The old pavilion master sat in a wheelchair in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, the old pavilion master came to his senses, picked up the blanket from the ground, shook it, and spread it on his legs again. He looked down and saw a small part of one of his legs exposed from his trousers.

Under the dim light, you can see that the old pavilion master's legs are covered with scales.

He reached out his hand and pulled.

A rapid knock on the door came from downstairs.

"Old Pavilion Master, I'm Wan'er! Is it convenient to come in?"

The old pavilion master arranged his clothes and said, "Come in, kid!"

Wen Wan'er looked anxious and ran up from downstairs holding her skirt.

"Old Pavilion Master, has Qing'er been here before?"

"I haven't been here before, what's wrong?"

Wen Wan'er said angrily and worriedly, "She made some bad friends, and now her mind has been severely poisoned, and her outlook on life is very unhealthy. I asked her to stay at home, but she ran out again. I asked people who said she was heading towards Here it comes.”

"This girl, you are so old, yet you still let me, a sister like you, worry so much. I will send someone to help you look for her."

"Thank you, old Pavilion Master, for disturbing you at such a late hour."

The old pavilion master smiled and said, "It's okay, you girl, why are you so polite to the old man? Even though your parents are not my biological children, I regard them as my own children. You and Qing'er are both my relatives." Granddaughter, why are you being so polite to me!"

Wen Wan'er bent down to thank her and hurriedly left the attic.

...

The sky is light.

Wang Han stretched his waist.

Under the combination of internal and external skills.

I meditated all night without feeling sleepy at all.

He opened his eyes and glanced in one direction.

Yesterday, I could clearly feel the heartbeat through the human skin in that direction.

Wen Qing'er went there when she left Wang Han's residence.

Later, when Wen Wan'er was looking for someone.

Wang Han asked casually, and Wen Wan'er said that place was the old pavilion master's place of cultivation.

Repair a hammer.

If I hadn't been able to feel it, you would have believed it.

After washing.

There was a message from Huang Wan.

Penglai Pavilion’s subsequent billion is in place.

Wang Han went out.

I happened to see Wen Wan'er coming this way.

"Mr. Wang." Wen Wan'er looked a little haggard.

"Ms. Wen, did you not sleep all night?"

Wen Wan'er smiled bitterly, "We still haven't found anyone."

Wang Han threw a cigarette into his mouth and pointed at the old pavilion master's place of cultivation, "Didn't you find it there?"

"No, the old Pavilion Master said no one has been there."

Wang Han played with the lighter and felt that Penglai Pavilion was becoming more and more interesting.

Looking at Wen Wan'er's haggard appearance, "I say Miss Wen, your younger sister has already taken over the elder brother, and you are too tired to be a sister!"

Wen Wan'er smiled helplessly, "I don't know how to describe it to Mr. Wang, it's just...how should I put it, it's a bit metaphysical, maybe it's a blood relationship, I always feel uneasy in my heart, it feels like something happened to her Likewise, although she has very crooked views, she is my only blood relative in this world."

Wang Han nodded, "Then you have to look for it. If you find it, take good care of it."

Wen Wan'er nodded, hesitated, and raised her head to look at Wang Han.

Wang Han was stunned for a moment, "Ms. Wen is probably not passing by here, but suspects that your sister's disappearance has something to do with me?"

Wen Wan'er pursed her lips, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wang!"

"understand."

Wen Wan'er leaned forward and turned to leave, but her legs went weak and she almost fell over.

One hand was holding on to the fence, and his body was trembling slightly.

Wang Han thought for a while, then raised his hand and grabbed it in the direction of the hot spring.

At this moment, the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth merges, which is very strong.

The Qi body entered Wen Wan'er's body.

Wen Wan'er's dejection disappeared overnight, she turned around and smiled at Wang Han, "Thank you, Mr. Wang!"

The morning light fell on Xiang Feng's bronze skin.

A flower of qi body is looming above the head.

The energy from the surrounding heaven and earth gathered together.

Suddenly it surged in one direction.

Xiang Feng opened his eyes and stared into the distance with clear and stupid eyes.

“Which dog is better than a basket? This is it?

Your uncle's!

It’s not over, is it? "