[Jian San Hologram] No. 007

Because he was very happy before going to bed, Ming Yuzhe would sleep with a smile on his face at night.

Probably because of being taught a lesson by Lou Ya, Ling Qi didn't touch Ming Yuzhe's bedroom to climb the bed tonight, so Ming Yuzhe slept soundly.

But soon he was not very stable. He was woken up by the slight knocking sound. He got up and looked at the source of the sound. There was a black shadow lying on the balcony dancing with hands and feet, and his figure was a little serious.

Ming Yuzhe squinted sleepily, sat on the bed for a while, then got up, went to pull the curtain, looked at the people outside, and sighed: "Ling Qi is not with me."

Ling Mobei, who was lying on the balcony door, shook his head and pointed at him.

Mingyu was taken aback for a moment, and opened the balcony door suspiciously.

Ling Mobei grabbed him instantly, and said in a low voice, "Jianghu emergency! My sister has an accident!"

"what?"

Before he had time to say more, Ling Mobei directly dragged him and jumped off the balcony on the second floor, and landed firmly on a miniature aircraft that almost melted into the night, and Ling Qi was also inside the aircraft.

Ling Mobei's house and Ling Qi's house are not far away, they are in the same community, Ming Yuzhe has just jumped on the aircraft and has not yet stabilized, and he has arrived.

Ling Qi flew the mini-aircraft from his own balcony to the balcony of Ling Luo's bedroom in the next house. The three men stared at the figure reflected by the balcony curtains without making a sound.

Ming Yu was confused, Ling Mobei and Ling Qi looked at each other, and nodded after confirming.

"My sister hasn't been quite right for the past two days." Ling Mobei lowered his voice, and his usual carefree expression became serious, "At first I thought she was just a young girl who came back, but recently she looks nothing like the original in many ways. Tastes change, aesthetics change, habits change, everything changes, but... she is indeed Ling Luo. Yuzhe, do you know what's going on in this situation?"

Ming Yuzhe thought for a while, then hesitated, "Is she pregnant?"

"..."

"..."

Ling Mobei and Ling Qi were silent for a moment, then shook their heads.

"Impossible. She is not married, has no boyfriend, and has no sex with friends. It turns out that she likes girls." Ling Mobei said, "It's just that she recently... tsk, the look in my eyes is so strange. Isn't it Xiaoqi?"

Ling Qi nodded solemnly.

Ming Yuzhe thought about it, and then asked: "Did the uncle and the young uncle find out?"

"I found it, but I just think it's her periodic convulsion."

"Is that so..." Mingyu frowned, closed her eyes, lightly brushed her eyelids with her fingers, and pressed lightly between her brows. When she opened her eyes again, the picture in her eyes changed slightly.

The figure in Ling Luo's room was no longer short-haired, but a slender woman with long hair. Even if only a shadow could be seen, it was full of graceful and enchanting demeanor, and a clear bloody light was outlined on the edge of the figure.

"Oh." Ming Yuzhe narrowed his eyes, "Familiar taste, familiar formula."

"Can it be rescued?" Ling Mobei turned to look at him, "Do you need any equipment or weapons?"

Mingyu laughed, stood up and let Ling Qi get closer to the balcony, "No, I am the weapon myself."

He dexterously jumped from the aircraft to the balcony, accurately avoided the flowers and plants on one machine, and squatted into the flowers and plants with a squat.

Immediately afterwards, before Ling Mobei and Ling Qi could react, Ming Yuzhe went straight through the balcony door like a ghost.

"!!!" Ling Mobei took a deep breath, turned around and asked, "Is he really human?"

Ling Qi hesitated for a while, but did not answer.

Ming Yuzhe used his unique escape skills to sneak into Ling Luo's room, and "Ling Luo", who was wearing a pink nightgown and sitting in front of the vanity mirror combing his hair, suddenly felt something and turned his head quickly.

The way she turned her head was also quite terrifying, her head turned 180 degrees directly, her eyes seemed to have been washed with ink, and even the sclera was black.

However, after she turned her head, she didn't find anyone there. She was stunned for a moment, wondering when a gust of wind suddenly slapped her across the face, and with a crisp slap, her head was blown to the ground. The fan returned to its original position, and it made her eyes stare. Before she even had time to jump up, a hot flame turned into a long snake, wrapping her whole body tightly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh let me go!!!"

"Ling Luo", who was tied to the chair by the fire snake and couldn't move, screamed and struggled frantically, the shadow on the ground stretched its teeth and claws, so black that it almost oozes ink.

Ming Yuzhe's ears hurt from her yelling, and he tapped his finger on her throat, and the screaming stopped instantly. He turned his wrist, and the finger on her throat moved upwards, making a movement of slicing her throat open.

There were faint purple sparks splashing from his fingertips, and "Ling Luo" was forced to tilt his head back, opened his mouth and screamed silently, and strands of black smoke escaped from his mouth, floating straight to the ceiling.

Ming Yuzhe looked up at the black human figure condensed on the ceiling, raised his hand, and a ball of fire hit the ceiling straight, and shattered into countless small sparks with a bang, covering the entire black shadow and being trapped in the fire .

The lights in the room were slammed out, the light dimmed, and the purple flames filled the whole bedroom, a little drowsy, and it seemed like the depths of hell at a glance.

The underworld fire spread, and everything in the room was covered in flames, except for the vanity mirror. A thin dark red line connected the mirror surface and the figure on the ceiling. .

Ming Yu folded the thin thread and frowned, looked at the black shadow rampaging in the fire cage on the ceiling, and looked at the empty vanity mirror where no shadow was reflected, held her breath, and a slender long flame appeared in her hand. knife.

The flames were blazing, and the bedroom was so quiet that the world seemed to be at rest. I don't know how long it lasted. When the black shadow in the fire cage could no longer move, there was a sound of water dripping suddenly from the direction of the vanity mirror, and the smooth surface of the mirror floated. Make a circle of ripples.

The tip of Ming Yuzhe's ear suddenly moved slightly, and the saber swung in front of him. Almost instantly, the tongue of flames rolled up on the saber, and suddenly sank, a long, pitch-black blade pressed against his fiery saber. Wisps of black air entangled and fought with the purple fire, the thick black and transparent purple were clearly separated, splashing fine lightning.

"Sure enough, it's the underworld fire," a deep laugh came from the other side of the flame. A man wearing a black cloak appeared in the mirror, half of his body was outside the mirror, and half of his body was in the mirror. He couldn't see his face clearly, but he could only tell from his hands and voice that he was not old.

Ming Yuzhe didn't speak, the dark fire around him surged again, and countless matchsticks wrapped around the vanity mirror.

The man in the cloak quickly retracted the knife and thrust it down. The black knife stabbed into the dressing table with a bang, and the thick black air spread under the knife, blocking the engulfing flames.

He was also a little afraid of Minghuo, but the thick black energy blocked Minghuo out, so his fear was very little.He floated out of the mirror, sat on the dressing table in a leisurely manner, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, the black shadow in the fire cage on the ceiling suddenly expanded, and after a short scream, the black shadow disappeared.

Ming Yuzhe stood in the underworld fire, staring at him expressionlessly.

"The fire is the heart, and the fire is the body." The cloaked man raised his hand, and a pale and thin hand protruded from under the sleeve. There was a hint of sarcasm, "It's just a container for Yueyan to raise the underworld fire. I thought it could have multiple statuses, huh."

Ming Yuzhe frowned slightly, but still did not speak.

The man in the cloak, who failed to find out anything, clicked his tongue, stood up, and pulled the black knife from the dressing table with his backhand, and his figure disappeared suddenly.

In the next second, Mingyu's figure flickered and disappeared into the sea of ​​flames.

In the bedroom, flames and black air each occupied half of the country, and Ling Luo, who was unconscious, happened to be at the junction of the two sides, and was dizzy and restless from the shock of the fierce momentum of the two sides.

Two fuzzy figures, one dark and one shallow, chased and flew in the flames and black air, and the black mist of flames was shaken by the wind blown by the two of them passing by.

In the black mist, a black knife stabbed straight at Ling Luo's Tianling Gai, and another purple knife quickly blocked it, and the black knife was thrown away. The dark fire rolled up from the blade and burned it up.

The figures of the cloaked man and Ming Yuzhe reappeared in the bedroom, each with a few remnants of the other's breath wrapped around their bodies, and they were expelled after a short while.

Maybe it was enough probing, the cloaked man gave a vague smile, turned around and was about to enter the mirror to leave, but Ming Yuzhe, who deliberately stopped by the mirror, moved faster, and smashed the vanity mirror with a backhand knife!

Bang——The mirror was torn apart and shattered all over the ground, and the underworld fire rolled up the fragments, wrapping all the fragments in the fire without revealing anything.

The man in the cloak paused, turned around and rushed towards the balcony, slammed open the curtain of the balcony, and met Ling Qi and Ling Mobei outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Ling Qi was startled slightly, and Ling Mobei jumped back with a bang.

"Number [-]..." The man in the cloak was thoughtful, raised his hand, passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and grabbed Ling Qi's chest.

Ling Qi wanted to retreat, but his body was engulfed in black air, unable to move.

Seeing that the cloaked man's hand was about to dig into his chest, he turned around suddenly in the next second, and raised his hand to grab a dark fire short arrow that was shot by the lightning!

The short arrow rolled around the cloaked man's arm, he shook his hand, black air covered his arm, extinguished the flame, and stepped back before Ming Yuzhe rushed up, his body melted into the French window, turning into a half-blaze reflected in the French window The transparent figure disappeared.

The black air and flames disappeared at the same time, Ming Yuzhe stepped out of the bedroom in big strides, opened the floor-to-ceiling windows roughly, walked up to Ling Qi and stretched out his hands to feel on his chest.

Ling Mobei quickly slipped into the bedroom and hugged Ling Luo who was still slumped on the chair to the bed, and waved anxiously to the two of them to come over.

Ling Qi consciously unbuttoned his clothes, Ming Yuzhe checked to make sure there was nothing wrong, then he stretched his brows, pulled him into the room, and looked at Ling Luo.

"She's fine." Ming Yu folded one hand and pressed Ling Luo's forehead, closing her eyes to perceive carefully, "Her soul strength is very high, and it is difficult for foreign things to completely invade. Hmm... But it will still affect it a little bit, a cold A few days is not a big problem."

Ling Mobei breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

Ming Yuzhe didn't say anything, Ling Qi took him home, hugged him back to his bedroom, and stuffed him into his bed.

Ming Yu folded his face full of thoughts, climbed into Ling Qi's bed and lay down, motionless, his brows were slightly furrowed.

"What are you thinking?" Ling Qi lay beside him, reaching out to hold him in his arms.

Ming Yuzhe was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "He said, I am the container that Yueyan used to raise the fire of darkness. But, who is he? Who is Yueyan?"

Ling Qi was thinking about what to say, when Ming Yuzhe whispered to himself again: "My master is Ming Anzhi, and Ming Yuzhe's Ming is not Yueyan...huh."

After speaking, he squirmed and shrank under the quilt, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Ling Qi stared at his furry head for a while, then fell asleep together.