Vampire Castle.
The demon Xiaolong who was still under discussion has naturally recovered from his injuries. He is listening to Sao Feng's analysis with thoughtful eyes.
But the next moment, a vague wave of justice spread across the entire San Francisco, heading straight towards the North Pole. If it were not too close to them, it would not be detectable at all.
Ximu, who participated in the discussion, paused, looked sharply towards the north, and said in a solemn tone: "The man from the future is heading towards the North Pole!"
A trace of doubt flashed in Demon Xiaolong's eyes. Shouldn't that woman be protecting herself personally now? How dare you.
"Uncle Ximu, don't worry. Even if she goes to the North Pole, it will be useless. Your origin has been sealed, isn't it?"
The demon dragon comforted her while thinking quickly about her purpose.
Something is wrong, something is very wrong, there is definitely something wrong!
"A clumsy strategy." Sao Feng said casually, and continued to ask enthusiastically: "In other words, that weapon is something that is rejected by the world? Is it just because of that saint that it settled down?"
Demon Xiaolong's eyes flickered, and he nodded and said: "Yes, in the original history, that weapon had contact with the old man, but it was just because of something similar to the core that he couldn't resist, and I don't know more about it!"
"Contact? Sure enough," Xiao Feng murmured, the interest in his eyes becoming even greater: "I'm starting to have confidence in my idea. The backing of the Saint of Order is Order. As long as that thing can be strengthened in a short period of time, it should be able to Let it come back to bite you.”
"It can also break away from the order now. It is not difficult for that weapon to break those seals, but it has never broken away." The devil dragon answered, the color of thinking in his eyes became more intense.
Was the breath just now a bait? But as long as the little girl becomes the bait, it seems that there are enough chips for him to bite the hook.
The worst he could do if he failed was to run away, and there was no loophole in his body that would lead to his death.
Once successful, some plans of people, gods, and demons will be broken instantly, and chaos will come.
Ximu is still looking at the North Pole. In reality, a pair of very illusory wings are looming. This is one of the few powers he has.
The origins of the North Pole account for a large proportion. The Holy Lord has been restored to the world for a thousand years and is temporarily the strongest demon. As long as he obtains these origins.
As long as he comes out, he can surpass the Holy Lord in an instant, so the origin must not be lost!
"Heaven and earth did not allow it to be born, but it was born anyway. What did it use to get the chance to be born?" Xiao Feng murmured, his eyes full of thinking and confusion.
Too many memories have disappeared, especially regarding magic. It is easy to create the eight demons of life.
But a life like the Weapon of Destruction is really too new for them.
"Now there is the ability to break away from order without resisting, unless the contractual power of order is part of its composition."
"This part has to be the most important thing. Such as wisdom!"
Sao Feng's scarlet eyes became brighter and brighter as he murmured: "Once a certain agreement is touched, the order only needs to take back its own power without trial. The threat of this weapon will be greatly reduced and it will become an unconscious action. thing."
"Just... why does it need to contact Shendu? And..."
Sao Feng frowned again. There were still some things he couldn't figure out. Logically speaking, something like this that could swallow up black energy and righteous energy should not be born even if he handed over his handle.
The existing information was too incomplete, and there really wasn't much he could analyze.
Buzz~
Suddenly a powerful force rose in the North Pole, and a sacred, holy, but cold breath swept across the earth, making people feel very twisted.
Demon Xiaolong paused for a moment and then asked in silence: "Eighth uncle, second uncle, you all know that there are many things about that girl. If you kill her before she is special, what will happen to the guy who is hiding behind to cause trouble? ?”
Ximu looked at the north and said nothing, but his scarlet eyes began to think.
"In the Age of Ending Law, demons are so hard-working. How can there be anyone behind them? But the redistribution of these powers will indeed cause chaos in the world." Sao Feng answered, but he was still thinking about the weapon of destruction.
What would happen if there were more Weapons of Destruction?
Or will building a forbidden weapon in hell drag black energy and order into hell?
As long as they come, all the demons will be out of trouble in an instant!
Thinking about it, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the eagerness in Sao Feng's eyes.
Why are demons trapped in Hell? In addition to the fact that the walls of hell are too strong and marked by gods, the authority is also isolated.
Of the eight demons, only the Holy Lord can escape from hell. In the beginning, he hid a little power of order, and through this, the eight demons worked together to send him out of hell.
If they can also get the attention of the fragments of order or the black energy and righteousness. Even though they are incomplete, it is still acceptable to pay some price.
"Now that she has given the bait, Second Uncle, do you think we should bite it?" Demon Xiaolong asked, eagerness to try appeared in his eyes.
"Okay." Ximu suddenly said, with a slightly unnatural tone: "She is trying to repair the seal on my power, which is not good."
Sao Feng was stunned, glanced at Ximu and Demon Xiaolong, and slowly disappeared. These two guys were a bit too strong, and it was not suitable for him to continue chatting.
Let's see if demon-level weapons can be made.
Ximu looked at the far north and murmured: "Wait, wait, wait. First make sure whether the bait is bait. Without perfect bait, it will be uneconomical for fish to bite the hook."
Demon Xiaolong glanced at Ximu, an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes, bait. Who is not it?
Noon, Chinatown.
Luo Qing slowly walked towards Xiaoyu's school, his eyes a little unnatural, as if he was a sick person, and his face was slightly pale.
He frowned, always feeling that the people around him seemed to be looking at him. Although not everyone, he still felt a little uncomfortable.
He walked forward silently, and suddenly turned his gaze to a middle-aged man. The two looked at each other, and the middle-aged man moved his eyes unnaturally.
Luo Qing paused and subconsciously pulled away his bangs that were blocking his vision. With a smile on his face, he walked quickly to school.
Capital is really quick, and it is less than two months before the Holy Lord recovers.
But nearly half of Chinatown has changed owners.
But these are small things. If they don't understand magic, they won't threaten the antique shop, but the more they understand magic, the more they understand what the archmage represents, and that will directly turn into pleasing the antique shop.
But these things have little to do with him, Luo Qing, just don't openly cause trouble.
The moment he stepped into the school gate, more eyes came to him. They were all children of the same age, the oldest was about the same age as him.
For some reason, Luo Qing suddenly felt a little unhappy.
He glanced coldly at the students in other classes, then turned around and walked silently to his own class.
You don't want to be disturbed, so you just appear next to me and watch from a distance, hoping to meet by chance, right?
Stepping into the door of the class, the classroom became quiet, and everyone's attention hit him, making Luo Qing feel uncomfortable for a while.
The low air pressure around him was very obvious, causing many students to divert their attention and sit down obediently, as if they were the most obedient students in the class.
Without paying much attention, Luo Qing propped his chin with his hands and stared at the ceiling in boredom, quietly waiting for the school bell to ring.
"Um, Xiaoyu, someone asked about you again today and all this," Irene said cautiously.
She was desperate at the moment. For several days, those guys who didn't dare to come on their own had caught her, a big boss, at the same table and secretly inquired about the news, and they were not allowed to tell Xiaoyu.
But Xiaoyu guessed and had to ask. If Xiaoyu hadn't promised that nothing would happen, she would have transferred schools long ago. It was really difficult for her.
Luo Qing glanced and paused. Love letter? A thick stack? Ah this
Luo Qing had a smile on his face, took it, opened the first letter and started reading.
Erin's eyes widened, and the freckles on her face were trembling. They were actually open? Aren't they all thrown into the trash can? Have you figured it out? Are you ready to find someone to fall in love with?
Luo Qing ignored the shock of the others and glanced at it casually. The smile on his face slowly solidified. The writing was pretty good, right? Deliberately learning Chinese? A thousand-word essay?
Luo Qing skipped to the end, looked at the signature, and his frozen smile gradually disappeared.
He remembered this name. He was also on Xiaoyu's list last time, and there wasn't even a new person. Are all arms dealers so stubborn now?
One letter after another, after Luo Qing read the signatures one by one, he sent a message to Wa Long, stood up expressionlessly, and walked out silently.
"Xiaoyu, the next class is the class teacher's class. She will call the parents." Irene hesitated but said.
"I've asked for leave. I'm not feeling well now. Let's go out for a while." Luo Qing's face showed gentleness subconsciously, he replied, and left quickly.
When he came to the playground, there was still a long break during lunch time. As soon as he came out, he looked like a golden man walking on the pedestrian street, instantly attracting many people's attention.
The smile on Luo Qing's face made many students unconsciously smile sincerely, and they all felt that he must be in a good mood.
Luo Qing held up the love letter in his hand and walked towards the sports equipment room. It was always very remote and was only lively during physical education classes.
Behind him, the eyes of many guys writing love letters lit up, and they all felt that they were attracted to themselves. Each young man smiled confidently and walked forward quickly.
But the too chaotic footsteps made them stop one after another. They looked at each other and saw vigilance and hostility in each other's eyes, and then their footsteps became even faster.
Luo Qing pulled up the hood behind him and looked at them with half of his eyes exposed. When they were still about ten meters away from him, Luo Qing said coldly: "Stop!"
The cold girl's voice seemed to be the switch of a remote control at this moment, directly stopping the crowd of more than thirty people.
Luo Qing looked at the various handsome guys in front of him expressionlessly.
Suddenly Luo Qing was stunned, pointed at a gray-haired girl on the edge, and asked: "Do you have the same purpose as them?"
The girl paused, nodded and shook her head. After a moment of hesitation, she lowered her head and said softly: "I like girls, but they are different."
Luo Qing:.
He was a little speechless, the girls were here, the worst ones were best friends, right?
He had the urge to cover his face and call them stupid, right? The sense of smell is quite sensitive, so I would say smart. These people are too impatient, almost like chasing stars.
All I can say is that sometimes holding each other back can seem a bit ridiculous.
Luo Qing rubbed his eyebrows and said calmly: "You can go back and tell your adults that I am only thirteen years old and will not consider this. If there is another time, I don't mind using the power of my black hands to make you beg. .”
"Don't think what I said is false. I took a look and found that the most powerful one among you is probably Jack's arms."
Luo Qing said and looked at the handsome blond boy at the head, as soon as the complacency appeared on his face.
Luo Qing said expressionlessly: "The first time was a warning, but this is the second time. I won't give you so many opportunities. Let's use his family to show you the strength of the black hand."
The more than thirty people in front of them paused, with surprise flashing in their eyes, and they all frowned. Jack wanted to say something, but his cell phone suddenly vibrated.
Jack glanced at Xiaoyu with suppressed eyes and took out his cell phone to connect. The next moment, his originally fair face instantly turned pale, and his cell phone fell to the ground with a clatter.
With Black Hand's current status in the United States, any single capital is just a matter of words. The cards in Black Hand's hand are enough to make him transcendent.
"give me one more chance."
Jack wanted to say something, but he could only see the back of 'Xiaoyu' leaving.
He wanted to give chase, but he was afraid of making things worse and heading towards an irreversible situation.
At this moment, a young man who was about to become an adult had despair in his eyes.
There was a look of pity in the eyes of a person around him, but he subconsciously distanced himself from him, for fear of being implicated. Although this might be his family's fault, capital has always been cruel.
The next moment, each and every cell phone started to vibrate. Their mission was collectively cancelled!
The eyes of these young masters trained by major capital companies seemed to have changed, as if something in the world had changed.
Only that girl had an incomprehensible look in her eyes. She seemed to think that 'Xiaoyu' was extremely handsome at this moment. After all, the fact that she liked girls was not a lie!
It was also at this moment that at the upper level, the title of Black Hand Princess was also placed on Xiaoyu's head, coupled with the strength of her father, the Archmage
Although it is said that they cannot take the initiative, these forces still have the courage to meet someone in school or extend an olive branch.
After walking for a while, a smile appeared on Luo Qing's face, and he finally became quiet. Sometimes being too special is not that good.
Somewhat depressing.
But after killing the chicken to scare the monkey, there should be no more, otherwise.
Luo Qing smiled and shook his head. He believed that no one would do this. There were very few fools among these forces.
Ring ring ring.
The class bell rang at this moment, and many students on the playground ran towards the teaching building, taking away the few eyes.
(End of chapter)
