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Chapter 13 013

Xie Yaoling was standing there holding the cup, when she heard the sound of Shen Tang's cell phone falling to the ground, she pursed her pale lips.

Then she let go of the handle of the cup with her right hand, facing the direction of the door, and made a gesture of raising her hand——

Shen Tang's eyes flickered for a moment, and she felt a bone-piercing wind blowing from her right side, and the bone-piercing cold air seemed to be pierced into the joint of her right elbow like fine and dense needles, which made her subconsciously tremble.

She couldn't help but raised her hand and rubbed her right arm, followed the direction of the cold wind and turned her body sideways in a daze.

The movement of moving his feet is like controlling his right half of his body for the first time.

right behind her—

That group of terrifying black shadows was oppressed by some kind of oppression, and made an overwhelmed and jaw-dropping 'creaking' sound. The terrifying appearance that frightened Shen Tang had long since disappeared, and it condensed into a hazy black mist in Xie Yaoling's palm.

Her jade-like face is exquisite and unchanged, even the lines from the ear side to the jawbone are as sharp as the edges and corners of a cliff, and the ends of her tightly pursed lips show her extremely low mood index at the moment.

The palm of his right hand was just clasped, and he didn't know what kind of strength was used to rub the ghost that almost scared Shen Tang into a diaper in his hand just now.

It's almost like holding a water balloon for a child to play with.

The black ball was still being compressed slowly and became smaller, and it was about to become the size of a meatball, but Xie Yaoling still had no intention of stopping. Hearing the 'creak' that kept ringing, Shen Tang couldn't help but asked while covering his cheeks :

"If you don't ask it, who is going to kill your father?"

Xie Yaoling frowned when he heard the word 'your father', and the force restraining the evil spirit in his palm loosened a little, so that the short-lived ghost who was about to go on the road for the second time finally found a gap. begged for mercy.

"I, I said! I said it all! Your lord has a lot—"

When the hoarse voice sounded, strands of fleeing mist floated around the black mist ball.

Xie Yaoling sensed its movements, and did not leave it any luck. With his slender fingers pinched together, the black mist lost its last chance to beg for mercy, and was quickly compressed into a solid black bullet.

Then, like a squeezed fish eyeball, it made a crackling sound like a bubble.

With a sound of "boo", the deflated black bead was pinched by Xie Yaoling's middle two fingers, but with a little force from the fingertips, it was broken into black ash, and the crumbs fell from the fingertips onto the smooth floor superior.

Shen Tang looked at her movements of smashing the ghost to ashes, and subconsciously wanted to help the door slowly.

Because of the little paper figurine on his shoulder lying face down and pretending to be dead, Xie Yaoling's world returned to darkness. Hearing Shen Tang's movement of knocking the doorknob, he turned his head slightly, facing her direction.

Knowing that she couldn't see, Shen Tang somehow didn't want to expose the fact that his legs were as soft as noodles, so he yelled:

"Hmm... the technique of making meatballs is pretty good, how about we have a beef ball hot pot for lunch?"

Xie Yaoling didn't change his expression, put his right hand back on the handle of the cup, and replied softly:

"what ever."

After she finished speaking, she walked straight into the room, and the villain who had been ejected by her before hurriedly got up and chased after her. waved.

Shen Tang met the pair of red eyes that were killing the obsessive-compulsive disorder, showed a dumbfounding expression, and nodded to it.

Just when she was about to hold the door and wait for a while before picking up the phone, the little paper man who had been on her body jumped down, with her upper body stuck to the phone, as if using all her strength, "Hey!" He raised the phone a little bit with a "hey" and hugged it tremblingly to Shen Tang's feet.

She can pick it up with a slight bend, and call her friend back:

"Hello? The signal here is not very good. Have you arrived yet? We live in Building A1..."

……

Inside the study.

Xie Yaoling was holding a thin blade of grass in his hand. The tender white tail gradually turned green and green along the top.

Most of the leaves that others use to make their own bookmarks are beautiful leaves, such as maple leaves, phoenix trees, and ginkgo. When it comes to Xie Yaoling, they become the simplest grasses. When weeding manually, thousands of grass leaves can be pushed away.

She gently licked the wetness on her fingertips, and the sound of breathing gradually sank.

Time seemed to stop on her body.

Quiet to the extreme but to another extreme——

Her hand holding the blade of grass moved very quickly, and her knuckle fingers used some kind of technique, causing the blade of grass that was originally held between her fingers to fly over the stalk in her hand, and the stalk was hit. Tight knots one after another, and then as if being roasted by high temperature, the water evaporated very quickly, and then fell from Xie Yaoling's hand to the ground.

The moment it fell to the ground, the blade of grass burned for no reason and turned into ashes.

Grass ash was slowly arranged into six thin horizontal bars, and a small wind blew outside the study, and the center of the six parallel lines of ashes was blown away, making it look like six dotted lines.

Kun hexagram.

The power of the host is relatively weak, so it is best to stay the same and wait for the best opportunity, because the power is temporarily weaker than that of the guest.

The little paper man laying on Xie Yaoling's shoulder gave a "babble", raised his head, looked at the result of the divination on the ground, and opened his mouth wide in shock: "Yeah?"

His master's strength is weaker than the other party's?

Xie Yaoling used its vision to see the result of the hexagram, and his expression was still calm——

This hexagram was calculated for her opponent.

Sensing her answer, the little man let out a big breath, and then mourned for Xie Yaoling's opponent for a few seconds.

……

In a large nightclub in Dragon City, in a room on the top floor of "Peng Lai Ke".

The heavy curtains half-blocked the light outside the window, and a big red scorpion with its pincers raised slipped past under the curtains, causing the curtains to raise a light dark red spray.

The red scorpion passed under the sofa, and came straight to a slender ankle hanging in the air, and the raised tail needle shone coldly.

There is a piece of soft pale skin next to the ankle bone in front of it, the blue and purple color of the capillaries is clear, but there is also a small scorpion tattooed on it, and the big red nails completely obliterate its prestige.

It shook its tail slightly displeased, and the next moment the tail needle made a gesture to stab at the ankle——

"hiss……"

The sound of gasping came from the sofa, and a hand that was so pale that you could almost see the shape of the skeleton stretched out from above, and picked up the little guy who was troublesome and disturbed people's dreams.

It was clearly a beautiful face, but because the lips were pale and there was no trace of blood, it gave her a somewhat morbid sense of fragility, and her long black hair especially set off her anemic complexion.

At this moment, she was holding the red scorpion that failed to make trouble with one hand, and looked down at her ankle. It turned out that the slight stabbing pain didn't even pierce the superficial skin, as if it was just the other party's whim to bluff herself.

With a 'poof', she held the little guy and moved closer, with a hint of hoarseness in her voice:

"Do you want to be stewed by me? Huh?"

The little thing was still struggling between her fingers, showing an unconvinced look, and even gestured to her with its two big pincers, beckoning her to 'come and fight'!

The woman snorted, put it on her lap, stretched out her finger and nodded its restless hard shell head:

"Don't worry, the person you want to fight is coming soon."

……

the same moment.

Xie Yaoling, who was missed by her, heard the movement in the living room in the study, got up and walked out.

Seeing this, the little paper man, who tried his best to gather up the ashes on the ground and carried them into the garbage basket, opened his mouth and took a deep breath, almost bursting his paper belly.

Then it blew hard on the ashes left on the ground:

"call--"

Although the dust is scattered everywhere, it can fool a blind man into pretending that everything has been cleaned up.

However, although Xie Yaoling walked to the door of the study, his vision still followed the direction of the little paper figurine. At this moment, he even saw the ashes scattered on the floor of his study.

Xie Yaoling: "..."

She was thinking about why she pinched these troublemakers last night.

Before she could teach the little piece of paper to be a human being, her ears caught the movement of the living room, and she heard the loud voice of the visitor who was still in shock:

"Wow! My dear Tangtang! Let me hug you quickly!"

Shen Tang's leg weakness hasn't healed yet, so she can only hug her tightly.

"Wow, my three views have been hit, you don't even know what I've been through these two days—"

Qian Xi hugged his friend and was about to cry about the difficulty of life, when he heard a faint sentence from the diagonal:

"Has this ever happened before?"

She replied subconsciously: "Of course not!"

While Qian Xi was talking, he followed the prestige and saw the upright figure standing at the door of the study, still holding the white jade cane in his hand.

Obviously the other party's eyes were blocked by a piece of snow silk, but Qian Xi felt as if he had received a "death gaze".

Xie Yaoling unhurriedly said 'oh', and continued:

"That means that you have recently—either went to a place you shouldn't go, or moved something you shouldn't move."

Qian Xi was taken aback for a moment.

In the gap holding Shen Tang in a daze, she heard Xie Yaoling's soul torture from the heart:

"Excuse me, when are you going to let go of my wife?"

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Qian Xi: "..." This is really a good question.

Shen Tang: "..." This is fucking embarrassing.

Today I!Back to school!So after finishing the manuscript, I went to catch the plane hhhh!Overlord ticket thanks tomorrow!I will also remember to send red envelopes!Refill!