hold on to that dragon

"How do you want to meet?" Feng Xuan said, "Directly reveal your identity, or meet in private?"

"I'll definitely see you in private." Feng Xiaomaoqiu replied.

I also know that the ghost king who covers himself so tightly obviously doesn't like the way of revealing his identity, maybe he still has social barriers.

"Okay, then I'll tell Xue Meicheng to meet in private." Feng Xuan said, "He's probably busy now, so I'll look for him later. It's getting late, let's rest."

Among the few people present, if anyone needs to rest, it is Feng Xiaofu, and the rest of them actually have very little need for sleep.

"Yeah." Jiang Rang replied and disappeared with the little fur ball.

"Wait..." Feng Xuan stretched out his hand in the air as if calling, but unfortunately he had already left.

Ying Badao: "Brother, he seems to agree that our Xiaowangbei belongs to him."

"He thinks beautifully, I worked so hard to pull the big one, and if I say it belongs to him, it will belong to him?"

"Well, this is really not possible," Yingba said deeply, "you have to pay more."

"Get out!!" Feng Xuan thought sadly, adding more money, obviously posting upside down!

Jiang Rang took Feng Xiaomao back to his room.

The little fur ball waved its little wings like a tour of the mountains and rivers and introduced the home appliances in the house to Jiang Rang: "That's a refrigerator, which can keep food fresh, but you don't need it, right? That's an air conditioner, which can blow cold and hot air, and you don't seem to need it either ?

"This is a TV, you must like this, press it to turn it on, it's ok, I'll teach you how to use the remote control, this can adjust the sound, this can adjust the channel, I think it's better for you to watch the news channel, first understand what the human world is It looks like..."

Jiang Rang saw a moving picture on the TV, and felt that it was a bit like the mobile phone Feng Wangbei gave him just now, so he asked, "What's the difference between a TV and a mobile phone?"

"...You asked a very good question." What's the difference, this is the first time Feng Wangbei has thought about this kind of question, "Uh, the TV is very big, and it is used for long-distance viewing. Usually, it is used to watch various programs; mobile phones are small, usually used in the hand, and their main functions are entertainment and social interaction.”

As for entertainment and socializing, well...

"Anyway, you'll know the difference if you use it a lot. Come on, let's sit on the sofa and watch TV." The little fur ball urged.

Jiang Rang really liked TV, and soon became addicted to it.He leaned on the sofa and stared at the TV screen, not looking away for a moment, including the commercial time.

Feng Xiaofu watched with him for a while, a little bored, so he moved off the sofa—it jumped off, it was extremely elastic, and it was unscathed, it wandered into the bathroom, tried to use spiritual power to transform itself into a human, it succeeded, A naked male human, ugly beyond description, appeared in the bathroom in place of a furball.

Feng Wangbei glanced at the mirror like a voyeur, hiss!It's so ugly, it's too scary, it seems even worse than last time!

Feng Wangbei was frightened back into bird form.

The little furball rolled itself into a ball and squatted in the bathroom in a daze.

Jiang Rang outside called it: "Fengwangbei."

"Here we come!" The little fur ball stood up, flapped its wings, cheered up, and ran back to the sofa, looking up at Jiang Rang who was still watching TV: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Rang fished the little fur ball into his hand, then took out a small white bottle from his sleeve, uncorked the bottle, and said, "Open your mouth."

"what is this?"

"Spiritual liquid." Jiang Rang pinched the beak of the little fur ball and poured a drop of white liquid into its mouth.

The little furball smacked its mouth, but couldn't taste it. "What is spiritual liquid?"

"Things used to replace aura."

Feng Wangbei's current problem is that his body is undergoing "second growth", which will be a long process.

During this process, he needs enough spiritual energy to transform into spiritual power, which will nourish and broaden the spiritual veins in his body, and when the spiritual veins are stabilized, Feng Wangbei's form will also stabilize.

"That is tonic?" Little Fuqiu asked.

"almost."

The little hairball was very moved, and guessed that Jiang Rang should have known about it hiding in the bathroom and secretly changing into a human being. "Thank you." It rubbed its head against Jiang Rang's fingers.

……

Later, Feng Xuan contacted Xue Meicheng and conveyed Jiang Rang's needs to him.

"..." Xue Meicheng thought to himself, did the Ghost King carry him with him?Why are you staring at him looking for trouble?

He "robbed" his Thor bone before, and now he is sent to do this kind of tricky job.

Xue Meicheng adjusted his mood, and asked calmly: "So, is he in charge of the Yaochi night banquet and Tianliuke Hotel? What exactly does he want?"

"I do not know either."

Xue Meicheng thought for a while and asked, "Then how does he want to meet people from the Banquet Alliance?"

"Let's meet in private. You can persuade those people to hold a party, and then take Jiang Rang over for a walk—you just say he's your friend."

"I'll think about it."

"Okay, waiting for your news."

Xue Meicheng frowned and hung up the phone. He heard a noise behind him. He turned around and saw a colleague passing by. He smiled. The colleague smiled back and walked away.

The colleague went to a secluded place, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message: Xue Meicheng just received a call from someone, and it sounded like they were chatting about Liuke Hotel and Yaochi Banquet.

On Fengshan Mountain in the west of Jingzhou City, a young man wearing a blue jacket took out his mobile phone, checked the message, and then made a few calls, asking someone to help find out who called Xue Meicheng and the approximate location from which the call was made.

Not long after, he received feedback.

He turned and walked towards a wooden courtyard in the maple forest.

"Uncle." The young man in the blue jacket walked into the courtyard, walked to the entrance of the lobby, and called the people inside.

In the lobby stood a middle-aged man in white exercise clothes. He was originally with his back to the door, but he turned around when he heard the words: "It's Wei Hong, what's the matter?"

"Xue Meicheng just received a call from Fengxuan. They were talking about Tianliuke Hotel and Yaochi Night Banquet. They might be investigating something privately."

The middle-aged man pondered: "Feng Xuan..."

Wei Hong said: "Uncle, the matter of Tianliuke must be related to this person. When the hotel disappeared, he was in the hotel, and many people saw it. Let's check him. He just happens to be in Jingzhou now. This opportunity is rare."

The middle-aged man asked, "Where is he now?"

Wei Hong took out his mobile phone and read the address again.

The middle-aged man thought and thought, and finally made up his mind, and said, "I'll ask Xiao to visit him."

……

Jiang Rang has been watching TV, and his room has the brightest light and the loudest sound in the whole villa.

The night was getting deeper and quieter, and suddenly, his gaze, which had been staring at the TV, moved to the northwest corner of the room, where there was movement, something like a shadow wriggled on the ground, and then an inch-long black small The man crawled out of the floor, and then it started to grow, and soon it was a foot tall, and still growing...

Jiang Rang picked up the little fur ball that was sleeping on the sofa stretched out, and poked its belly.

Feng Xiaomao shuddered and opened his eyes: "What's wrong?"

As soon as it spoke, the little black figure in the corner stopped growing in shock, but began to shrink, probably trying to retract into the floor.

Jiang Rang immediately raised his hand, and the two-foot-tall black villain was sucked over. Jiang Rang strangled his neck, and he let out a crying scream as he struggled. It made a sound, but was still struggling desperately.

"What?!" The little Feng Fuqiu who was still confused was startled by the scream, and then it saw the thing in Jiang Rang's hand, "Little toy?"

The original shape of the little black figure was a little clay figurine about two inches high, a vivid male doll.

Feng Xiaomaoqiu asked curiously: "You can move? Are you a monster too? Where did you come from?"

Hearing Fengwangbei's words, the little clay figurine stopped struggling, and looked at Feng's furball curiously, probably the first time it saw such a round bird.

Jiang Rang shook his hand, and the little clay figurine shook accordingly. Jiang Rang said, "What are you doing here? If you don't say anything, I will crush you."

The little clay figurine glared at Jiang Rang while trembling.

Feng Xiaomaoqiu said: "You are a little clay figurine, so do you have a master? Did your master ask you to come? Who is your master?"

The little clay figurine pursed its lips tightly and did not speak, like a little boy who was angry.

Feng Xiao Maoqiu looked at Jiang Rang: "You don't need to crush it, do you?"

Jiang Rang said: "You don't need to crush it, but you can't let it go."

Feng Xiao Maoqiu nodded quickly: "I understand, I understand, who knows what it is here for, it must not be let go."

"En." Jiang Rang shook his hand vigorously, and the little clay figurine screamed again, even more miserable than before.

The little wind furball moved its little wings uneasily.From its point of view, the little clay figurine hasn't changed much.

But in the eyes of the little clay figurine, it has been beaten back to its original shape.

Jiang Rang put the little clay figurine beside Feng Xiaomao and said, "Let it play with you."

Feng Wangbei: "..." He is long past the age of playing with toys.

……

On the Fengshan Mountain in the west of the city, in the lobby of the wooden courtyard, a middle-aged man in a white training suit suddenly spewed out a big mouthful of blood and fell to the ground on his back.

Wei Hong turned pale with shock, and rushed over: "Uncle!"

The middle-aged man's face was pale, and he whispered: "Someone cut off the connection between me and my little one."

The little puppet is his natal spiritual weapon, once it is taken away or destroyed, he will suffer severe injuries.

"Then, what should we do then?" Wei Hong asked in a panic.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes and did not speak.

……

Wind House.

The next morning, Feng Xuan prepared breakfast and called everyone to eat.

Ma Shitu sighed: "It's been a long time since I ate in the human world."

Xiaomeng curiously picked up a soup dumpling, took a bite, the soup overflowed and flowed down her hand.

Fang Xin handed her the tissue.

Jiang Rang didn't go to the dining table to eat, he was addicted to TV and didn't care to eat, but he sent the little fur ball to the dining table.

Feng Xiaomaoqiu's breakfast is a small bowl of rice-shaped bird food and a small bowl of water.

Can it only eat this now?It glanced at Feng Xuan, and the big black snake looked at it with "threatening" eyes: "Eat quickly."

"..." The little furball lowered its head and began to peck at the birds.

Um?It tastes good!

The head of the little furball moved rapidly again and again, and the few dull hairs on the head also shook again and again.

Seeing it eating happily, other people also ate it - although the food in the human world is dispensable to them.

Fang Xin ate a lot of food, but she didn't feel anything in her stomach, as if the food had fallen into a bottomless pit. She asked, "After becoming a ghost, can I no longer be full?"

"Yes." Ma Shitu said, "Because ghosts are not hungry, but their hearts."

Xiaomeng said: "If you can feel 'full', then you should dissipate."

Feng Xiaofuqiu wanted to ask: What about the starving ghost?Also never get enough to eat?That would be pathetic.

It's a pity that it was tapped by Jiang Rang, and it can only scream "Jiu Jiu", but can't say a word.

The little furball was very regretful, and continued to bury his head and eat hard. After eating half a bowl of "bird food", he was full and hiccupped.

"Are you full? You ate too little." Feng Xuan said.

Yingba said: "It's still small."

"That's too little to eat." Feng Xuan stretched out his hand to touch the head of the little fur ball, "Tell me if you're hungry." He thought with satisfaction, and finally touched his son's head.

What the little hairball saw was that the big black snake approached it, and then began to rub against it... The body of the big snake is like a wall to it, a scale is bigger than its claws, and the edge of the scale is as sharp as a blade, and these sharp blades stick to the It rubs back and forth, it's scary...

The little furball couldn't help but screamed "Jiu Jiu".

Jiang Rang looked away from the TV in the living room. He walked to the dining table, took the little fur ball in his hand, and then walked back to the TV.

Feng Xuan: "..."

At this time, the doorbell rang.

Yingba went to the door to watch the video of the doorbell, and said, "Brother, Xue Meicheng is here, and he brought someone with him."