The road of the house owner of the pig in the Chanyuan

After a short period of panic, the Zenyuan clansmen present finally remembered their identity as conjurers, woke up from this sudden change, and began to automatically divide into two teams, one of which dealt with the extremely fast and bloodthirsty bat-shaped red curse Spirit, while the other side is trying to break through the main hall gate blocked by thorns.

However, for some unknown reason, this thorn curse spirit is attached to the gate as if it is invincible. A lot of magic power attacks have been applied to it, but no obvious traces have been left. Nothing but black.

On the contrary, the thorns kept wriggling as if being stimulated, and the spikes all over the body were longer than the naked eye could see.

Soon, someone discovered that the growth of the thorns stimulated by the magic power was even stronger, so they quickly shouted, "No, no, the magic power is useless... you have to use a magic tool to split it! Has anyone brought a magic tool?" ?!"

There is an enchantment blessing outside the Zen courtyard house, and on such an important occasion as the New Year's dinner, who would have expected that the curse spirit would suddenly appear in the main house, and who would carry it with him at the banquet where eating, drinking and merriment should be? Magic tools like blades?

Except for the Zen garden fan.

The curse spirit was arranged by him, so he would naturally be fully prepared. Of course, the curse equipment was also included, but he would not do it before the time came. He only looked at the bat-shaped curse spirit running around, feeling annoyed in his heart.

Of course, he didn't hate the curse spirit for killing the members of the Buddhist monastery. He only hated why this man opened the door without hesitation, attracted the curse spirit, and used his stupid head to make dinner for the curse spirit, so that the curse spirit didn't have the medicine in the first place. Go down and attack Naoya.

As for losing your life?But an insignificant little character who sits at the very end is dead, so why should he care about it, Chanyuan Fan thought dismissively, but...he couldn't help but rubbed his stomach, only feeling the burning pain in his stomach The burning sensation seems to be stronger, could it be because of the alcohol?

And Naoya, who was deeply missed by him, was feeling in his heart the bloody chaos in front of him.

Fortunately, he didn't eat much, otherwise he would have vomited it all up on the spot, Naoya thought to himself, but he pretended to be terrified of seeing blood for the first time on his face, shivering, and his acting skills were full.

The Zhipi people on the other side were still calm and composed, but stood up and frowned at the red curse spirit flying around like arrows, as if thinking about something.

Naoya can guess a little bit, after all, he was also a person who used the projection spell skillfully. He naturally knows that the key point of this spell is the "preset action". The preset action cannot be corrected on the way. It must be frozen for a second, so all uncertainties must be taken into account.

And the chaotic and disorderly crowd in the hall, the crowded space, and the crooked coffee table are undoubtedly obstacles to the development of the operation, not to mention that the speed of the bat-shaped red magic spirit is not easy to catch up, and the bloodthirsty eyes are still there. Look around for the target.

However, if these are really counted, they are actually not a big problem, and Naoya is not worried that the curse spirit will endanger more. He still believes in the strength of Zhibiren, and it is only a matter of time to deal with the red curse spirit.

What he was worried about now was that the red curse spirit seemed to be approaching the Zen courtyard fan, but right now the hall was in chaos, and the Zen courtyard fan moved among the crowd, making it difficult for people to detect the true target of the curse spirit.

It seems that Shi Er has not forgotten his instructions, and has returned the thing to his uncle.

Not long after, the Zhipi people seemed to be planning to do something.

No, there is not much time left for him, Naoya thought to himself, stroked the dagger in his arms, calmed down and suppressed the excitement, pretended as if he could finally bear it, stood up in panic and fled from the place in a hurry, during the process It was very imageless and yelled for help without hesitation.

"Don't! Don't come here!" Naoya shouted so sincerely that even he almost believed it.In fact, he was secretly taking advantage of the situation, preparing to shoot the magic power at the red curse spirit with his fingers.

This is a move that he has always wanted to try after watching some martial arts TV dramas in his previous life. He uses his fingers to condense the spell power on his fingertips, and then quickly ejects it to the target with force.

This is the incantation version of finger snapping that Naoya conceived.

As far as the damage to the spell spirit is concerned, it is actually not that big. After all, simply shooting solid spell power is like firing a bullet. How much damage is not certain.

Unless he can make the condensed and compressed mantra explode instantly after reaching the mantra's body, the power caused by this will definitely be a devastating blow to the mantra.

But as far as the current Naoya is concerned, he can't do this for the time being. After all, it is one thing to condense the mantra power. It is another time to let the condensed mantra power be decompressed and released again, and explode precisely in the mantra body. It's over.

But this does not prevent Naoya from thinking that this trick is handsome and convenient, and has been eager to try it, and it happened to come in handy today.It may not be possible to kill, but it is more than enough to attract the attention of the target.

What's more, at the moment, he doesn't need to kill the curse spirit, he just needs to perfectly interpret the stage character design of "waste whose magic power dissipates".

Naoya, who had been waiting for a long time, finally waited for the short rest of the red magic spirit, and suddenly ejected the solidified magic power. On the other hand, he deliberately let himself be knocked down by the corner of the table, and fell heavily He was lying on the ground, unable to get up, and he looked like he was holding a banner with the words "Waste snacks, come and enjoy" written in big characters.

The red bat mantra naturally lived up to expectations and found Naoya. The pain of being hit made him extremely annoyed, and immediately swooped down to attack Naoya.

And Naoya was waiting for this moment. On the surface, he still pretended to be panicked and cowardly, and even his expression was a little too exaggerated. In fact, he had already prepared defenses on the spot, just in case, he had already hidden the dagger in his cuff , just waiting for the curse spirit to come to his door to cooperate with his performance.

Naobi, who was originally calm and just waiting for the opportunity, shrank involuntarily after seeing the scene where the mantra wanted to attack Naoya, but Naoya seemed powerless to fight back.

I saw the red curse spirit slammed into Naoya fiercely, pushing his five-year-old body into the air. The pain at that moment made Naoya almost unstoppable. I'm afraid I'll pass out from the pain on the spot.

However, the red curse spirit didn't let him go, its claws took advantage of the situation to grab Naoya who was hit and took off, and threw him viciously towards the wall.

When he was first caught, Naoya almost couldn't hold back and was about to kill him with a dagger, but the next second, he remembered that he had to take this opportunity to act, swallowed a mouthful of blood foam, and immediately stopped He resisted and let the curse spirit throw him out.

So, the members of the Zenyuan clan went up and down, just watching Zhizai, the son of the head of the Zenyuan family, like a rag sack, being played and applauded by the curse spirit, completely helpless to save himself.

However, the red curse spirit didn't fly too far after throwing Naoya, but in an instant, the Zhipiren, who used the projection spell and flashed over, split it in half with a long knife and pulled it out on the spot. Even before there was a scream in the future, it was already wiped out.

After pulling out the red curse spirit, Zhipiren threw the long knife directly at the gate without looking at it. The seemingly indestructible thorn curse spirit was instantly pierced by it, and a raging blue flame burned all over his body. .

It only took a second, and the change was so fast that everyone present was dumbfounded. They were all shocked and couldn't move.

Although Zenyuan Fan, who has been watching the theater, is dissatisfied with Zhipiren's showing off like this, he is quite happy to see Naoya being tossed into such a state.

Naoya, after the performance ended, just lay there and pretended to be unconscious. Although it was not difficult for him to act as the good-for-nothing young master, it was really tiring. Besides, to be honest, his internal organs are in severe pain now , I really don't have the energy to continue acting passionately.

Fortunately, his father Zhibiren didn't let him lie down for too long, he quickly walked up to him and picked him up, and told the attendants beside him, "Call me the doctor quickly."

At the moment when he was picked up, Naoya almost straightened up without a carp. Although he controlled it, he inevitably froze. God knows how long it has been since he was so close to a Zhibiren. Perhaps it should be said that in his memory Never had.

Naoya closed his eyes tightly, feeling the ups and downs of Naobi's chest, hesitating whether to open his eyes, his little movement of freezing just now probably couldn't hide from Naobi's eyes, but if he had to face this situation directly, I still feel a little embarrassed, so I thought about not doing anything, and pretending to be in a coma until the last moment.

But Zenyuan Fan didn't give him this chance.

"Brother, why are you in such a hurry." The Chanyuan fan said slowly, "Since the crisis has been resolved, why not treat Naoya simply on the spot first, so as not to move and make Naoya's injury worse." In the words, it seemed that he was really concerned about Naoya's injury.

"Besides, if there is enough magic power to protect the body, nothing major will happen if it hits it."

But a simple sentence, like a stone crushing the surface of a lake, the Zenyuan clansmen who finally came to their senses, couldn't help but think of the scene where Naoya was easily knocked away by the curse spirit, as if he had no magic power.

People are always easy to maliciously ridicule the downcast, not to mention those who were born in a Buddhist monastery and respect the power of mantras, especially when they were in such a mess just now, they were holding back their resentment and trying to vent their anger, and they were mere curses. Naozai, who was 'unconscious' after bumping into him, is undoubtedly an excellent object of venting.

"Yeah, it's just that I fell to the ground after a bump. I'm afraid it's not as good as ordinary people. Could it be that..."

"I heard that this son-in-law is very close to... Shier."

"Shir?"

"Heh, a waste without magic power, do you think this son-in-law will also..."

The whispers around were ups and downs, and it was obvious that they were all screaming for help and escaping just now, with disheveled hair and ragged clothes, but now they have just escaped from danger, and they all returned to their previous pretentious and arrogant appearance, as if they could use their own help to escape. The disdain and malicious speculation revealed in the words belittled Naoya, and then made himself aloof again.

It's disgusting.

Of course Naoya knows the truth of fearful words, but the current situation is exactly what he wants, and things are going so smoothly, it is not in vain for him to suffer these two blows, and now he is waiting for the good news from Shier.

However, Zhipiren did not hesitate a step because of the words of the Chanyuan fan, and still left the main hall firmly with Naoya in his arms, and went to the bedroom of the side house, followed by the attendants holding Zhipiren's coat.

However, after the Zhibi people left, the main hall was originally just whispering and whispering, completely breaking free from restraint and talking nonsense, and all the obscenities were malicious speculations about the reason why Naoya was seriously injured just now. Of course, the fan of the Zen Garden was also included The subordinates hide the help that fanned the flames.

And Naoya, who was carried away by the Naomi people, naturally would not know this anymore.

After all, the collision of the curse spirit was indeed real. In order to achieve a realistic effect, he did not use the slightest amount of magic power. He relied on the toughness he had trained for several months. Now he only feels the smell of blood in his mouth, and his chest and back are full of blood. It was hot and painful, and there seemed to be a bit of bone fracture. He didn't feel better until he was gently placed on the quilt and lay flat.

Immediately afterwards, the long-term drowsiness rushed to my heart, probably caused by the body's self-protection mechanism, or maybe it was the comfort of finally lying down. Glancing at Zhibiren who was giving orders to his attendants, he was completely plunged into darkness.

"Master Naozai..." The attendant looked at Zhibiren with some concern and said.

"It's nothing, he just fell asleep temporarily." Naobi looked at Naoya, and did not miss his gradually calm breathing, "Let the doctor check it first, and then use whatever medicine you want."

"Yes, Mr. Zhibiren, how should we arrange the other side of the hall? Mr. Shan seems to be..."

Before the attendant could finish speaking, Zhibi interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "I'm afraid my good brother is still busy, for now..." Zhipi couldn't help but glanced at Naoya who was sleeping on the quilt , with inexplicable emotions hidden in his eyes, but there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "Don't worry about them."