In the evening, when they arrived at Lan Botu's house, Zhao Ling'er was taken into an underground room.
Many places here are decorated with various plants, and the decoration is very elegant, without the feeling of darkness and dampness underground at all.
"Ling'er, you're here too!"
Hearing a familiar voice, Zhao Ling'er saw the good sisters who had lived together since childhood, the little princess of the Miao ethnic group, 'Anu'.
Ling'er was quite happy to see Fa Xiao and showed a bright smile: "You're here too."
Seeing her best friend, Anu excitedly stepped forward and grabbed Ling'er's little hand, her little face pressed up against it without any hesitation, and she was extremely intimate.
"Not only am I here, but also many friends are here. Everyone has many questions to ask Bixian!"
Zhao Ling'er flicked Anu's little nose: "Then your follower, Tang Yu, is here too."
There was a hint of embarrassment on Anu's face: "Let's not talk about him anymore, let's go and meet that pen fairy!"
The two little girls curiously arrived at a small room and found that there were already many little girls gathering together to chat. After a while, a few more people came and the door was closed.
A girl with red eyes and long rabbit ears, who seemed to be the leader this time, stood up. She should be a relative of the blue wave rabbit or something.
After the girl explained the process, she took out a red pen and a piece of paper.
The girls present intertwined their hands with a pen in the middle, relaxed their hands, gently held the red pen, and called or silently recited in their hearts the words inviting the pen fairy to come out: "Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, come quickly... Here comes the painting
a circle"
After a while, in the surprised eyes of the girls, they felt that the pen barrel moved slightly, and the leading rabbit girl asked: "Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, what is my growth size?"
The red pen trembled slightly and began to write: "d".
Zhao Ling'er glanced at herself dejectedly, then turned to look at her best friend Anu, and her mood improved a lot.
Seeing that Bixian was invited, the girls started asking questions one by one as promised.
"Bixian, Bixian, will I marry a charterer?"
"Bixian, Bixian, will my future man be handsome?"
"Bixian, Bixian, can I kill thousands of people in the future?"
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As time went by, it was finally the turn of the last one, Zhao Ling'er.
"As long as I answer this question for them, these fresh and delicious souls will belong to me!" The disheveled Shura Bixian looked at the girls performing the ceremony in front of him and showed a strange smile.
Zhao Ling'er is a girl who likes to pursue knowledge. Seeing that the questions asked by her classmates were answered, she remembered the questions she had been struggling with.
"Bixian, Bixian, please tell me how many digits there are in pi?"
???
The red pen began to tremble violently. The rule of the curse is that everything about him, including the power of Shura, body and soul, will be used to find the answer.
"boom!"
After a while, the red pen emitted a violent red light and exploded in the surprised eyes of the little girls.
"No! I will die with you, long live Shura!"
All the fragments of the red pen flew together towards Zhao Ling'er. At such a close distance, no one could react at all.
"clang!"
Suddenly a pure white solid sword light appeared, blocking the red light. After a stalemate for a while, a ripple appeared in the space, and Yi Bai, dressed in black, walked out holding Zimei.
Seeing the proof of Longshan's mischief and causing trouble in this little girl, Zimei couldn't hold back and covered her mouth and laughed.
A smile can captivate a city, and another smile can captivate a country. Is this what it means to harm the country and the people?
The little girls present were stunned. Compared with their immature clothes and figures, Zimei is the real beauty and beauty of the country.
Seeing the red dots beginning to corrode his sword light, Yi Bai was very surprised. Although this sword talisman was made casually by himself, it was also the most advanced self-protection technique in the world.
What is the origin of this red light?
According to the prepared emergency handling method, Zimei wiped away the memories of the people present with a wave of her hand, then cut out this space and took it to the ends of the earth.
Returning to the wooden house here, Yi Bai's eyes were solemn and he used his magical power on the red dot: "God Eater!"
In his doubtful eyes, the magical power succeeded easily.
"Absorb the power of Shura's origin, the power of the world is 100"
Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the king, Zi Mei put away dozens of formations and spells and asked curiously: "Your Majesty, what is this? A chaotic creature?"
Yi Bai thought of the red mist in the Fulong Cauldron in the previous world and the completely withered world of immortality, and his expression became solemn: "This is Shura, very powerful and dangerous!"
Seeing the king showing a serious face that he had never seen before, Zi Mei also began to worry: "Your Majesty, what kind of Shura is it?"
Yi Bai pondered for a while and sipped his mouth: "It's sour and spicy, the taste is okay, and it's quite nutritious, but I don't feel full."
Still as unreliable as ever, Zi Mei rolled her peach blossom eyes, gave Yi Bai a white look, then blinked, hugged Yi Bai, put her delicate and white face into his arms, and raised her head.
"Your Majesty, we haven't talked about swordsmanship for several days!"
Yi Bai lowered his head and pinched the snake demon's little nose. Yi Bai smiled confidently. Hard work will always pay off. I am no longer the same person as I was a few days ago.
"Why not!"
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Lan Bosheng, the most outstanding contemporary disciple of Buddhism and the captain of the Modu Inspection Team.
"Donor, may I ask what happened?"
The elf opposite the interrogation room seemed to be in shock. He patted his undulating chest and twitched his pointed ears: "I don't know or what's going on. My amusement park seems to be haunted. The Ferris wheel is often haunted.
There was a sharp scream, and the business in the garden was getting worse and worse!"
Form is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from color.
Lan Bo put his hands together and saluted: "Amitabha, the poor monk accompanied the donor to take a look. He is probably some kind of lonely ghost. With the donor's cultivation level, he must be able to easily win."
The elf stroked his hair angrily: "I still have so much money that I can't spend all. I am so jealous of my long life that I risk my life."
My life is no longer life? Lan Bo's eyelids trembled, and he thought silently in his heart, never be surprised by any changes, no ignorance, no anger, no desire, no pursuit, no abandonment, no action and no self.
"Well, since it is my duty, the poor monk will go with the donor."
When he came to the suburbs, he saw the huge Ferris wheel towering into the clouds, nearly ten thousand feet high, and Lan Bo sat on it tremblingly.
For the excitement of the game, there is a forbidden air circle here. Although it has a quality inspection certificate, he is still a little scared.
Too high!
When the Ferris wheel started, he quickly closed his eyes and recited the Prajna Heart Sutra silently.
"All conditioned dharma..."
When he was about to reach the top, Lan Bosheng heard a strange sound as expected, and suddenly his whole body was illuminated by golden light: "What kind of evildoer are you here to scare people? Don't you know that the law of the country is ruthless?"
A pitiful, trembling voice came from the distance: "I...I don't want to, but I...I'm afraid of heights."
"You...can you take me down? I...am...am Shura. I...surrender, surrender!"
Lan Bosheng thought of the black-headed document issued recently and scratched his bald head. He didn't even know he had dropped the rosary beads.
Have you achieved great success so easily? Can you retire and take care of yourself?