Two Dimensional Journey

"Teacher Xiaomeng, I will leave it to you next?!" Zhang Xiang grabbed Teacher Xiaomeng's warm little hand and said seriously to her. wuxiaspot.com

"Hey? Hey?!" Teacher Xiaomeng suddenly opened her cute eyes and listened to Zhang Xiang's words incredibly.

Then, she realized that her hands were being held by Zhang Xiang in her palms.

All of a sudden, the blush rose from the base of Teacher Xiaomeng's neck, covering her entire cheek.

"Um...that, isn't it too fast?..." Teacher Xiaomeng blushed and asked in a shy voice with her head down.

Obviously, she misunderstood something.

However, Zhang Xiang did not notice this because of something.

"No, I'll leave it to you? When she says something, just follow along. Huahuo will help you by the side." Zhang Xiang faced Teacher Xiaomeng in a hurry. To say.

Then, he stood up and nodded to the worried little Lori, showing a relieved smile.

"Indikes, feel relieved to be treated here, don't worry about the others. Teacher Xiaomeng is a very good person, you will love her." Zhang Xiang gently lay on the white bed. Above, said the little nun who turned to look at Zhang Xiang with a worried face.

After speaking, she rubbed her silver-blue hair, waved her hand to open the door, and walked out.

Only Teacher Xiaomeng, who was still blushing with his hands on her chest, didn't know what she was thinking.

However, after Huahuo Lori hesitated to wake her up, Teacher Xiaomeng suddenly became vigorous and vigorous.

"Okay, little nun, is there anything I need from Teacher Xiaomeng for help? Even though Mr. Zhang Xiang’s business is Xiaomeng’s business." Teacher Xiaomeng patted the poor **** under her cute green pajamas. The chest, full of vitality, said.

Although Huahuo Lori felt that something was wrong, there was not much time left.

Therefore, she didn't care so much, she explained part of the matter to Teacher Xiaomeng.

Then, under the instruction of the little nun Inticus, Teacher Xiaomeng followed the little Lolita of Huahuo to move the low table from the side of the room to the center of the room.

Moreover, with the help of Huahuo Lori and Teacher Xiaomeng, the little nun sat up and drew a circle with blood on the little table with the blood stained on the nun's clothes, covering the entire tabletop.

Inside the circle, a star-shaped symbol called a pentagram is drawn.

Then, she drew mysterious signs in unknown country.

Then, I asked carefully about the specific time and various things, and explained what needs to be done to Teacher Xiaomeng.

After using something as a reference in the room and placing it on the low table with the magic circle painted on it, Xiao Meng followed the voice of Intiqs and began to hum.

Yes, it is the humming, the art of summoning angels, which cannot be spoken in human language.

Only by using a special ‘humming’ spell can it be summoned...

...

And at this time, outside the window, under Zhang Xiang’s feet, six people lay down wearing armor suits made of synthetic plastic, with a mask that completely covered the head and heavy night vision goggles that completely covered the eyes. The body of a member of the Hound Force.

No, there are only five corpses, or it is more accurate to describe it as a mummy.

And the last member of the hound troop was being held high by Zhang Xiang.

In the high-speed rotation of Zhang Xiang's scarlet three-gou jade writing wheel eyes, the almost suffocated member of the hound army gradually appeared a little confused.

And Zhang Xiang successfully used the ninjutsu of spiritual exploration, projecting his mental consciousness into the brain of the hound troop, looking for the other party's memories of the past two days.

And just two seconds later, under Sangouyu's hypnotic ability to write round eyes, the opponent's brain area's automatic defense capabilities were all destroyed.

All the memories of the other party appeared in Zhang Xiang's memory.

However, Zhang Xiang didn't want to, and planned to read all the other party's life in these two days.

After filtering all the useless information, in Zhang Xiang's spiritual consciousness, a picture of a man with gray hair and a crazy expression on his face giving an order appeared in front of his spiritual consciousness.

"So...is it him?!" Zhang Xiang's eyes were slightly narrowed, and a light flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, the Scarlet Demon Blade in his hand had already revealed a playful expression from the one in front of Zhang Xiang, with saliva and tears flowing, and there was no obvious conscious member of the Hound Army in his eyes. Heart pierced past.

A second later, another corpse appeared on the inside.

Of course, these corpses won't be here tomorrow.

Because, the organization that monitors certain cleanup traces here will quickly erase the surrounding traces.

Even the place where Zhang Xiang fought with Steel today, is now afraid that it is about to be repaired.

However, because of the spread of the flames of Stil, there may be used as an excuse to repair roads and make it a temporary isolation zone.

Academy City has thousands of reasons and strengths to do that.

However, at this moment, a slightly sharper feeling appeared on Zhang Xiang's temple.

Then, there was a sound of ‘swish’.

An orange-yellow sniper rifle bullet that pierced the air flew past Zhang Xiang's slightly side-opened head.

"Are there any fish that slipped through the net?" Zhang Xiang said with a sneer.

Immediately, he also picked up a sniper rifle from the ground. Under the observation of his three-gou jade writing wheel, on a building about a thousand meters away, a hound lying on the ground. People in the army are continuing to aim at Zhang Xiang, wanting to pull the trigger in his mouth again.

However, in the next moment, he will never have this opportunity again.

Because, just after Zhang Xiang picked up a blocking gun on the ground and held it in his hand.

A bullet was already aimed at the opponent and shot out from the sniper rifle that pulled the trigger.

Then, after a short period of less than a second, it was already shot from the sight of the hound troop that was about to pull the trigger from a kilometer away, and wrapped the black helmet tightly. The head was splashed red and white...