Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Fu Minghui turned his head.

Looking at the majestic stone tablet towering into the clouds, I really want to ask all the heroes to bless Luo Zhao with good luck.

I walked to the white marble foundation and wanted to kneel down and pray, but suddenly I remembered that I could do that to gods and Buddhas, but not to heroes...

Just as I was struggling, I heard a familiar knock on the door.

There was no door in her hiding cave, but when Luo Zhao and other teammates contacted her through mutually known coordinates, they heard the same sound, like a WeChat notification tone.

She followed the sound and pressed a button on an empty space, and it was as if a door opened.

Inside and outside the door, there are two worlds.

Inside the gate, there was solemnity and dignity. Although it was clearly a burial place, it was full of righteousness and not at all gloomy.

Outside the door, it was dark; it was the turbid boundary of time and space.

Luo Zhao stood there, extending his hand to her with a gentle attitude.

But she did not hesitate and used the demon-subduing pestle directly.

"You..." In an instant, blood slid down Luo Zhao's forehead.

It's black, or rather a foul-smelling liquid.

Originally, there was a big height difference between the two of them, but Fu Minghui's hiding hole was very special. Every time she opened the door, she always stood on a two-story high step, so this time, the height was suitable, the force was convenient, and the movement trajectory was really smooth.

With a puff, a ray of light came out from the fake Luo Zhao's chest.

Before this disgusting thing could even turn around, it fell to the ground with a look of confusion and surprise on its face and turned into black ash.

Afterwards, Luo Zhaozheng slowly retracted his lightsaber.

He arrived in time and appeared before Fu Minghui could hit the evil spirit a second time and close the hiding hole.

"How do you know this is fake?" he asked, hiding his lingering fear with a cold expression.

Just a second ago, when he saw "himself" standing in a certain space, and then a door opened and Fu Minghui appeared at the door, he knew that the coordinates of her hiding place had been cracked.

He neglected this matter, it's his fault!

Since there is an insider, he must have studied Fu Minghui thoroughly. Although the coordinate parameters of the escape hole are internal information, the insider is powerful enough to get it.

The man's claws were longer than he thought.

Maybe the entire bureau’s network is temporarily unusable and needs to be opened up separately.

Fortunately, this non-staff member was smart enough not to believe it easily. Most importantly, he took the initiative.

If not, there would be no chance to hide!

The other party was absolutely determined to get Fu Minghui. They knew it immediately after they broke the trap set by the second female character in the water, and they also knew it from the fact that they sent a team of evil spirits to attack.

Surprisingly! He even assigned one person to keep an eye on Fu Minghui.

This is a chain of tricks!

Fortunately, Fu Minghui is an anomaly and often does things that are unpredictable.

Fortunately, all the opponents underestimated Fu Minghui's ability. They didn't know that she was always strangely sharp and brave at critical moments, and did not just rely on her supernatural powers. This caused the chain of plans to fail.

"How do you know it's fake? Because it's not injured." Fu Minghui glanced at Luo Zhao's arm that was scratched by the evil spirit.

Luo Zhao was distracted because he was thinking about her.

"What if the other party can even imitate this small detail?" Luo Zhao thought this was too dangerous. "How can you be sure that I am still me now?"

"It's easy." Fu Minghui suddenly smiled brightly.

Her clever look made Luo Zhao's heart skip a beat.

Then his vision went dark, and he saw Fu Minghui jump in front of him and put his arms around his waist.

"Yes, that's the feeling of hugging." Fu Minghui's voice came out muffled on Luo Zhao's chest, "I've hugged you many times, the feeling won't lie."

There is also the sound of his heartbeat and his unique clean scent.

How can evil spirits exist?

No one will have it!

But in fact... cough cough...

Only when we face the disguised evil spirits do we realize that they have no whites of their eyes. Their eyes are like small black balls, and they do not have the normal flash of human eyes.

Humph, you thought you were pretending well, but in fact, all you need is a sign on your forehead: I am a ghost.

There is another criterion: when she opened the door, she felt a hot breath on her back. That was because the heroes found something bad and were reminding her and protecting her!

If she hadn't had this hint, how could she have secretly put the Demon-Subduing Pestle in her hand in advance?

Luo Zhao froze for a moment, then he gently pulled her away after regaining his senses. "Don't mess around, this is a mission."

Then just execute it.

Besides, she is not always like this. She is just being bold and reckless intermittently, and it just happened to happen that she exploded at this moment.

Reluctantly letting go, Fu Minghui shrugged and then showed concern for Luo Zhao's injured arm, "How is it? Does it hurt? It seems the bleeding hasn't stopped yet."

"It's okay, let's go out first." Luo Zhao pulled Fu Minghui.

"Toothless..."

She hadn't finished her sentence when she suddenly opened her eyes.

She felt a little breathless, and when she looked carefully, she saw Wu Ya squatting on her belly, licking his little paws and washing his face.

Fu Minghui breathed a sigh of relief.

Luo Zhao made a wrong judgment. Wuya would not follow her out of the border. It could do it on its own, and it could run faster than anyone else!

This little heartless person!

But seeing its calm posture, considering where it was sitting and the fact that it showed no aggressive behavior, Fu Minghui felt more at ease.

This proved that the Yin energy in her uterus was really gone and she would not conceive a ghost fetus.

Turning his head, he saw that Luo Zhao had sat up straight.

She stretched out her index finger and poked Wuzhi's butt, "Get out of the way, get out of the way."

She wanted to help Luo Zhao treat his wound.

Toothless jumped off her nonchalantly, and as he left he made sure to pass by her neck, stepping hard on her chest.

Ahhh, it hurts, you little bastard!

Fu Minghui almost jumped up and chased Luo Zhao to the bathroom.

"Let me help you." She poked her head out from behind him.

"No need, it's a small problem." Luo Zhao said as he washed the wound skillfully.

Fu Minghui couldn't help, so he cleverly found the small first aid box, opened it and placed it next to him.

Luo Zhao turned his head to look, and just as skillfully took out the medicine liquid and powder, processed them simply and quickly, and was actually able to bandage it with one hand, which was better than Fu Minghui's two-handed work.

Fu Minghui did not feel envious about this, but rather felt a little distressed.

How many injuries must he have suffered, how many times must he have been isolated and helpless, and how many times must he have gritted his teeth to deal with it himself to be able to do this?

"Don't think too much." Luo Zhao knew what she was thinking from her expression and tapped her forehead gently. "This is a basic skill for training, and we test it every year. After all, there are many times when you are alone, and you are the only one who has not experienced training."

Well, the romance and sadness disappeared in a second.

"But I see that your wound is black. Could it be that the evil spirit's claws are poisonous? In this case... doesn't it require detoxification?" She thought of Luo Zhao's wound.

It wasn't too deep, but it was very long, running from the upper arm almost to the wrist.

I hurriedly sent gifts to my elders at home, only to find that I had misread the date. Mid-Autumn Festival was on the 17th, but I sent the gifts ten days in advance...

These days, I am so confused. Haha.