The protagonist's halo is unstoppable [Transmigration Book]

Bai Zixin also realized that her words were inappropriate, so she didn't speak again.

It's just that they didn't know that not far away, there was a magician who listened to their conversation just now.

That Moxiu was wearing a black robe and a pure black mask, with a seemingly ordinary appearance and a pair of dazzling amber eyes.When staring at the target, the ink-colored pupils slender into a needle, extremely penetrating.

Bai Zixin seemed to sense the penetrating gaze, and couldn't help but shudder.

"What's wrong?" Feng Zhi, as the child's father, shouldered the responsibility of protecting the child in this crowded place.Whenever Bai Zixin moved, he noticed it instantly.

"It seems like a snake is looking at me." Bai Zixin didn't understand why his hairs stood on end all of a sudden, and he denied himself: "Maybe I'm overthinking."

Bai Zixin, who firmly believed in science but not intuition, didn't take this feeling seriously.Feng Zhi didn't think so, he turned his head quickly, and quickly looked behind, not letting go of any suspicious targets.

Moxiu calmly hid behind a tall half-moxiu, cleverly avoiding Fengzhi's sight.

Feng Zhi searched around, but found no suspicious characters.

How could it be superfluous, Fengzhi must have a demon cultivator eyeing Bai Zixin.Feng Zhi has never forgotten the sensation caused by Bai Zixin's birth, and the gossip that the strange treasure was born but disappeared in the past three years.

All newborn demons are naturally the focus of investigation.

Bai Zixin was no exception.

Using voice transmission to remind Bai Zixin a few words, Feng Zhi suppressed his panic for a while.This matter has to be discussed after Mo Yu Yan Mo Dou, he can't make up his mind.

Fengzhi has many ideas, but he doesn't have the courage to take responsibility.This is his shortcoming, but also the advantage of being able to get along with many people in peace.Possessing extraordinary strength and voluntarily becoming someone else's subordinate, who would reject such a person?

He used to take orders from the system, but now he transferred this responsibility to Mo Yuyan.He can't allow his own decision to be a failure, but he can easily accept the mistakes of others, that's all.

Compared with Fengzhi, Bai Zixin, who once led the entire team in the laboratory, thought quickly.

Bai Zixin probably inherited Feng Zhi's biased thinking, even though her own advantages are excellent, she still thinks that science is the strongest in the world.But after many years, there is a magic cultivator staring at him now, maybe he is really an excellent one.

Not afraid of hiding things, but afraid of being robbed.Unlike Feng Zhi, who has lived for 800 years and became a salted fish that is not afraid of death, Bai Zixin and Bai Zixin have lived consciously for only 20 years, which is an age full of competition.Bai Zixin, who was too poor to afford the experimental materials, suddenly turned his mind on himself in a frenzy.

Instead of worrying about being caught, it's better to feel refreshed first, and try to see what special effect you have.

In the arena, the two sides played very conservatively, with injuries and no signs of fatigue.The audience didn't have any expectations, and simply turned their attention to another arena.Although the arena next door was not as high-level as Mo Yuyan's, it was a real bloody battle. The blood flew like a water-splashing festival, which made Bai Zixin faintly excited.

Zhang Wenzhi is obviously good at playing protracted games, but he didn't expect that Mo Yuyan was also a demon full of patience.Everyone knows that Moxiu's common weakness is impetuous nature.Many demons know that they can win if they endure a little more, but they just can't help it, and rush forward with a rush of blood.

However, Zhang Wenzhi couldn't guess that Mo Yuyan used to be a swordsman.

Sword cultivators are known for their patience.The unshakable physical training every day, the boring sword swinging movements, and the practice that is many times slower than other practitioners.If it weren't for Mo Yuyan's tenacity and patience, how could he have reached the Sword Soul stage.Even if the demonized Mo Yuyan is not as patient as before, he is still hundreds of times better than Zhang Wenzhi.

Being patient is one thing, but it doesn't mean that Mo Yuyan won't be aggrieved.Mo Yuyan didn't take a strong attack to prepare for the next game and reduce his own consumption.

Because of the policies of the Eastern Demon Emperor, the speed of the Demon Fighting competition was accelerated.There was only ten days between the first match and the second match. According to the selection method and the specially added venue, the time between the second match and the third match would only be less than ten days.

Mo Yuyan didn't want to waste the ten days on recuperating his injuries, so he could only reduce the injuries in this match.

Mo Yuyan condensed two balls of flames and rushed towards Zhang Wenzhi with a tail sting flying from a crooked tail.Zhang Wenzhi flapped his wings and easily dodged Mo Yuyan's attack.

Mo Yuyan rushed to the other side of the ring, and happened to have his back facing Zhang Wenzhi.Naturally, Zhang Wenzhi would not waste such a great opportunity, he immediately sprayed the venom on his opponent's back.

The green venom is sprayed like a high-pressure water gun.The venom that first splashed on the ground corroded the stone platform, leaving behind black potholes.

The speed of the venom was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, Mo Yuyan was within a stone's throw away.Before Bai Zixin could utter an exclamation, he saw his father transform into a fiery man, with flames shooting into the sky.

The raging flames quickly evaporated the venom, and no drop of venom could break through this seemingly ordinary wall of fire.

The venom was heated and turned into a thick poisonous gas, making the arena turbid.These poisonous gases are isolated by the ring rope, forming two worlds.One is the world of green poisonous smoke inside the ring, and the other is the world outside the ring where nothing can be seen clearly.

"Hahaha. If you are poisoned by me, you will be unable to move. Admit defeat." Zhang Wenzhi laughed amidst the poisonous gas.

Bai Zixin looked at Feng Zhi with deep worry in his eyes.Feng Zhi glanced back at Bai Zixin and yawned.This inelegant movement made Bai Zixin calm down instantly.

It's impossible for my husband to die and still feel sleepy.

As Fengzhi expected, after Zhang Wenzhi laughed a few times, he was quickly kicked out of the stage and fell into the crowd.

"No, it's impossible." Zhang Wenzhi said while clutching his chest, vomiting blood.He fixed his eyes on the ring, even if he lost, he still wanted to see his opponent get hurt.Even a little bit is fine.

However, the facts are always beyond the expectations of the cannon fodder, so they can be called cannon fodder.

The poisonous mist on the ring quickly shrank into the arena.Mo Yuyan was seen standing in the middle of the ring, holding a small bottle to collect the poisonous mist, without a single scar.

It's okay for the opponent to stand on the stage with all their tails, and even pretended to take away his poisonous mist.What's the difference between this and going to eat Overlord's meal and packing it.Zhang Wenzhi was so angry that he vomited blood immediately, and there was another burst of red fountain eloquently.

Bai Zixin was taken aback by this scene, and it took him a long time to find his voice: "This demon cultivator has a lot of blood."

Such a thin body, how can it spray so much.

"Maybe he has a special blood-spitting skill." Feng Zhi has seen too much cannon fodder, and this kind of dramatic scene still makes Feng Zhi slightly familiar.After getting acquainted with it, there is endless anxiety.

"But this shows the strength of the protagonist's halo." Bai Zixin instantly found a reasonable explanation, "Without the backdrop of green leaves, how can the beauty of flowers be shown?"

Without cannon fodder as a stepping stone, it is impossible to show that the protagonist is different.After living in the devil world for several years, Bai Zixin almost forgot that her father was the main character.Although he often used different methods to rub the protagonist's halo, all of them had little effect.Bai Zixin suspected that this had something to do with the degree of intimacy.As a son, he is not as close as Feng Zhi can tongue kiss with the protagonist.

"Yes, the protagonist." Feng Zhi suddenly became dim when he heard the word "protagonist".

There was no time for Feng Zhi to think about it carefully, Mo Yuyan had already drawn up the venue for the next match and came to them.

Luckily, Mo Yuyan got this competition venue. After Mo Yuyan finished drawing, he could report directly and enter the schedule for the third match.

Just as Mo Yuyan had predicted, his next magic fight was expected to be in five days, and it was very urgent.

In order to keep the business of the Magic Arena from being affected by the policies of the Eastern Devil Emperor, the city lord decided to transfer Wan Qiang's previous games to these Magic Arenas.If there is a large gap in strength, put it in the ordinary field.For matches of similar strength and which may cause great damage, use the magic weapon distributed by the city lord to let the magic repairer compete in the magic weapon.

Competing in the magic weapon space is naturally not as comfortable as normal competitions, but there is no way out of it.The order from the Eastern Demon Emperor was really urgent.

Anyway, the last ones are those top-notch ones.These magic cultivators, who already had some power, had already been arranged by the city lord during the lottery.Those who are not of high strength and have been cultivated by cannon fodder, just blame themselves for their low cultivation base.

After returning to the house, Feng Zhi told Mo Yuyan what Bai Zixin felt, and waited for Mo Yuyan to make a decision.

Mo Yuyan frowned after listening, and asked Feng Zhi: "What do you think?"

Feng Zhi just didn't want to make up his mind, but he had a lot of ideas, and he talked about five or six ideas in a row.From active resolution to incognito, the same one, without repetition.Every idea is very detailed, completely living up to the way he thought about it.

"..." After hearing Feng Zhi's words, Mo Yuyan was stunned.He pinched the bridge of his nose and asked with some doubts, "Have you thought about it for a long time?"

After all, such a complete plan usually takes several days.

"No. I just noticed that I was being followed by a snake." Although Feng Zhi can do divination, he is not delusional about being persecuted, so how can he do divination every day to ask if there will be any danger today.

"Then your words are not in vain." Mo Yuyan affirmed.It's just that the plan is so taken for granted.After all, not everything goes according to plan in an orderly manner.

"Don't change the subject." Feng Zhi pinched Mo Yuyan's face with both hands, "Quickly tell us what we should do."

Mo Yuyan asked back, "Then which one do you want to choose more?"

"Is there such a thing, I'm asking you now." Feng Zhi was speechless.He just couldn't make a decision, so he consulted with Mo Yuyan, although he wanted to put the responsibility on Mo Yuyan.

Because this plan is beyond words, and if something goes wrong in the future, he will be able to clean up the blame.

"Then, give these plans a score." Mo Yuyan understands Feng Zhi's timid nature, so he puts it another way.

"Score." Feng Zhi hesitated.Seeing Mo Yuyan's encouraging eyes, Feng Zhi still fell into a trap, "The highest score is naturally the enemy does not move, and we do not move. The lowest score is to take the initiative to fight the liver."

They can't beat anyone now.Fengzhi knows that the protagonist has a halo, but he doesn't want to see the protagonist hurt again.

Mo Yuyan was not overwhelmed by exposing Fengzhi's small thoughts, and asked encouragingly, "Why?"

The author has something to say: I feel that I have reached a rather embarrassing stage. I have repaired it three or four times today. In addition to catching bugs, a lot of time is spent on deliberating sentences.I am struggling with which voice to use in this sentence, passive, active, or rhetorical, and I feel that it is wrong no matter where I look.Probably this is what Foyin said: If there is shit in my heart, everything looks like shit.

Looking at other big works in comparison... I feel that each one is a masterpiece.