Lie Huo Jiao Chou

Not to mention the non-combatant Luo Cuicui, even Xiao Li, the field worker of the sub-bureau, was stunned. The two stretched their necks and opened their mouths wide, like two shocked toads.

What Xuan Ji threw out was the steel coin he was playing with on the plane, a handful of coins flew by like meteors, but the long-haired man just slightly tilted his head, allowing a steel coin that was scraped by his hair to pass. A few chopped off hairs were rolled out, and then he raised his hand in a calm manner, and the steel coins that hit the back of his head seemed to have encountered a magnet, forcibly changing their orbits and turning around. A big bend, was sucked to his hand.

He was still staring at the TV, sitting steadily, flicking his fingers a few times lightly, those fingers were as pale as jade, and the texture was like a stone, making a crisp sound of gold and stone when they collided with the coins.

A few coins swung away with his strength, embedded into the wall and the roof "lootingly", and the wall ash fell "swirlingly".

Outside, Xiao Li hurriedly picked up his dropped chin, and broke down, "Didn't you say that you are from the aftermath department?"

"That's right!" Although Lao Luo is a "special ability" in terms of size, he has been living a civilized and peaceful life in the logistics department. He has grown so big that he didn't even dare to come close to watch the fights on the side of the road. In the blink of an eye, he had already hid in the corner of the corridor in a blink of an eye, and poked his head out cautiously, "But our boss is a temporary worker!"

"I have a plan!" Xuan Ji clarified to himself, and closed the door of the family room with his hands back, shutting the two toads out. At the same time, he quickly wrote "Stop" on the door. Words, words, a layer of flame-colored fluorescence appeared on the small door, quickly spreading to the four walls, and in the blink of an eye, the small family room was quickly surrounded by flames, isolating the outside world, "Still stunned! Do you two have rhinitis? I can smell fishy smell outside the hospital!"

Xiao Li frantically pulled out the walkie-talkie: "Support! Come to support! Something happened, please stay in the family lounge!"

As soon as Xuan Ji walked into the corridor of this floor, he felt that the place was especially cold and damp, with a fishy, ​​sweet and rotten smell in the damp air, which burrowed straight into the cracks of human bones, as if greedily coveting the vitality of living things .There is also the fake ID card disguised by dead leaves. The moment Xuan Ji touched his hand, Xuan Ji felt a gloomy malice seeping in. Before he could figure out what it was, the body had already instinctively protected itself , Burn it directly - the last time he caught fire when he touched it, it was a bone tower built with a thousand human skull powder.

The man in the black jacket in front of him seemed more dangerous than the bone tower!

Xuan Ji grabbed the air with his bare hands, and the several coins wedged into the wall exploded at the same time, spraying fire from all directions.The flames condensed into a long dragon in the air, weaving into a big net in an instant, engulfing half of the rest room in the sea of ​​flames, pressing down on the man head-to-head and face-to-face.

The long-haired man finally moved, he put his hand directly into the center of the fire net, turned his wrist over, and "grabbed" the fire dragon net in his hand, dragging and pulling, several coins embedded in the wall were With a violent shake, it fell off at the same time, and fell to the ground with a splash.

The fire net was cut off from the source immediately, and he gathered it into a ball and put it in the palm of his hand, rolling it into a small fireball.There wasn't even a speck of dust on his fingers, only the skin on the palm of his hand was warmed by the flames.

At the same time, Xuan Ji had already leaned forward: "The fishy smell on my body hasn't been washed off, yet I dare to run to the site of the Alien Control Bureau."

He pulled out an epee out of nowhere, wrapped in Li Feng, and slashed at the head: "Are you too inflated..."

The long-haired man picked up a thermos cup that someone didn't know was in the lounge, and "clanged" to hold Xuan Ji's sword. The double-layered stainless steel cup was cut down from the middle by the heavy sword, and there was still Half a cup of wolfberry and red date tea gave them both a sweet look.

And the moment Xuan Ji approached, the clothes on the long-haired man began to reveal their prototypes—starting from the cuffs, they quickly changed back to leaves.

At the same time, Xuan Ji also saw the other party's face clearly.

He was taken aback, and he couldn't help hesitating the movement of his hand. The long-haired man directly reached out and pinched the blade of his sword. With a jerk, he was thrown two or three meters away, and his back hit the wall. superior.

As soon as the long-haired man lowered his head and brushed it with his hand, the clothes that had exposed half of his forearms returned to their original shape - the style of the clothes was obviously copied from those next door, but the color was slightly changed.

Then, he spoke in a very strange tone: "Ashamed, naked, offended."

This person is full of energy when he looks around, with a pair of natural "lover's eyes", he looks gentle and affectionate in everything he sees, it is the face that Xuan Ji glanced at in his dream!

"Alas," the long-haired man saw that he was silent, thinking that he didn't understand, as if he was a little distressed, he turned his head to look at the TV, and quickly switched to Mandarin, "My clothes are..."

The latter word should be an uncommon word, neither the TV nor the few trapped tourists had mentioned it, so he paused: "Tree...uh..."

Xuan Ji said almost at the same time as him: "Blinding the eyes."

The man nodded and smiled kindly, like a master, politely made a "please" gesture to Xuanji: "Just understand, sit down."

His attitude was relaxed and out of sight, Xuan Ji looked at him in disbelief for a moment, then boldly thrust the epee into his back, the epee turned into a light and melted into his body .

He wiped off the jujube tea splashed on his face, pulled over the plastic chair, and sat down loudly: "Who are you? Or...what are you?"

Just as the man was about to speak, Xuan Ji said again: "Just speak your own words, slow down, I can probably understand."

There are many old objects in their hometown, some of which occasionally contain a few fragments of ancient times-of course, the dead objects are just traces of the years, and it is impossible to chat with him, but the evolution of Chinese is in a continuous line. Get familiar.

What this person blurted out just now should be an old saying.According to Xuan Ji's unreliable inference, he felt that it was a bit like the "elegant words" of more than 3000 years ago during the Kyushu melee.

But not necessarily, because the evolution of language is fast and sometimes slow, sometimes a turmoil will change the official language, and sometimes, people's accents have not changed over several dynasties, it is difficult to judge what is based on the accent ——Besides, the ancients also tuned in from the south to the north, so not all of them spoke the "official dialect" of their time.

There is not much room in the family room, the man may have realized the danger of streaking if he was too close, so he dodged two meters away from Xuan Ji, and leaned against the wall with a relaxed posture: "Xiao Yao, your blood is pure, and you have a family education. Yuanyuan, what are you doing in the crowd?"

As soon as the two of them sat and stood, the long-haired man had to lower his head slightly when he spoke, with a few strands of long hair hanging down his shoulders, his voice was gentle and gentle, looking down from a high position, he almost seemed to be pampering.

"What do you mean?" Xuan Ji picked up his e-cigarette and thought vigilantly, "Now that these demons are so corrupt, they want to seduce them?"

Xuan Ji: "Am I asking you or you asking me?"

The "devil head" seemed to have a good temper, so he didn't think he was disobedient. After thinking about it for a moment, he replied, "I don't remember."

Xuan Ji asked: "I don't remember who you are? Is 'Sheng Lingyuan' a real name or a fake name?"

The "devil" shook his head innocently again: "I don't know, I know him very well, let me borrow it."

"Where are you from?"

"underground."

"Underground?" Xuan Ji didn't understand whether it was a literal meaning or had some special reference, so he asked, "What is 'underground'?"

"In a thin coffin underground," the man who claimed to be Sheng Lingyuan explained patiently, "It must have been from a poor family during his lifetime."

Xuan Ji frowned, took a long puff of cigarette, and felt like encountering a "knowledge blind spot" for the first time.

The two of them spoke two languages ​​with different lips, and they could only guess at each other's general meaning, and it was very difficult to communicate.Xuan Ji felt that if he understood correctly, this person should be saying that he is an old ghost, and he does not know how many years he has died from hearing the accent.

But in broad daylight, he can run, jump and pant. Not only does he have a long shadow dragging on the ground, but his hair volume is so impressive.

What exactly is this?

Sheng Lingyuan stared at his e-cigarette curiously for a while, and kindly reminded, "It's poisonous."

"I know, it's said in the advertisement." Xuan Ji muttered, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the scorched steel coin flew back into his hand. Throw it out and take it back again.

"You mean, you were originally buried in a coffin underground—since you've been buried in the ground, what are you doing in the midst of it? It seems that there is no need to wake up in the long sleep?"

The speed of this sentence was a bit fast, Sheng Lingyuan might not have understood it, and when he leaned over slightly, his eyes were extremely focused, as if he could only see the person in front of him in the world.

Xuan Ji's fingers curled up subconsciously—his convulsive ring was hot again just now, probably because of the ten fingers connected to the heart, which made his heart "thump".

He quickly cleared his throat: "I mean, what's your purpose here?"

After understanding this sentence, Sheng Lingyuan replied: "I was forcibly awakened by someone."

"Who? Why did you wake you up?"

"The man spoke insanely, and his accent was unheard of, and I was not very clear at the time... I didn't understand it very well." Sheng Lingyuan seemed a little helpless, "I happened to meet those friends outside. I was disheveled, and it was inconvenient to show up to meet each other, so I just I followed them in secret for a while, but it happened that the tree demon was making trouble, I saw that those people were unaware, so I had no choice but to imitate their appearance and transform into clothes, and led them into the cave."

Xuan Ji: "Can you understand what they say?"

"Not very much, but there are traces to follow. After listening carefully for a while, I can probably guess some. I was afraid that I would miss out if I said too much, so I just imitated their tone and said something that I could guess. Fortunately, I was very flustered at the time. He didn't show his feet. It's the magic weapon," Sheng Lingyuan pointed to the TV, "the words in it are clear, and every sentence is marked with words. Is it for children to practice calligraphy?"

"Can you understand simplified Chinese?"

"Oh, simplified characters," Sheng Lingyuan learned the word with great interest, the pronunciation and tone were exactly the same as Xuan Ji's, and his learning ability was amazing. As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at the TV hanging on the wall. The strokes, some of them seem to be cursive, but they seem to be written in italics, which is very interesting, word by word is indeed reluctant, but if someone has a scene, it is not difficult to guess [-]%."

This person stood there, with a gentle and jade-like demeanor, so that people couldn't help feeling fond of him just by looking at him.

"I just opened my eyes, didn't wake up and fell asleep, and listened to birdsong, but didn't understand a sentence. I just climbed out of the coffin, and my clothes were still grass skirts woven from leaves, so I went out to catch people. What kind of work is this? Lei Feng?" Xuan Ji said in his heart, "I really fucking believe it."

The support called by Xiao Li arrived and knocked on the door outside: "Director Xuan, what's the situation?"

Sheng Lingyuan subconsciously followed the sound and glanced at the door. At this moment, Xuan Ji suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed down. At some point, the few steel coins that he was playing back and forth scattered around the long-haired man. The circle, embedded into the ground with his gestures, instantly formed a formation, and there was a crisp sound of "crash" in mid-air, and several flaming iron chains appeared out of nowhere, trapping the man firmly in the middle.

The straw rope that tied Sheng Lingyuan's hair was cut off by the flames, his long hair spread out, and the fake clothes that turned into dead leaves appeared, but he didn't run naked——

A whole body of dead branches and fallen leaves rolled down, revealing a white-bottomed robe inside. On the robe, the blood-drawn totem was almost formed, and a terrifying bloody smell rushed towards his face.

The man let out an "ah", looked down at the iron chains tied to his body, and a strange smile appeared on his warm and affectionate face just now: "What a clever little brat."