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Text VII. New comrades-in-arms, new battlefield

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    Xiao Fei straightened her tone, suppressed the interest of the two companions in discussing the number of times, and said: "I just got the news that something happened near the factory area. It was said that seventeen people died yesterday. Today the police came to investigate the case."

    Hu Huan was taken aback for a moment, and asked casually, "What does this have to do with us?"

    Xiao Fei hesitated, but said firmly: "I suspect that it has something to do with that small world, and I want to report its existence."

    "In case something dangerous escapes from there and we don't report it if we know about it, my conscience can't bear it, so I come to discuss with you, and we will go to the police station in the afternoon."

    Hu Huan didn't take it seriously. Alien monsters seldom get out of the closed area. The smaller the closed area, the weaker it is to erode the world. He didn't think there was anything there that could escape.

    Now that the aura tide has receded, it wasn't the time when the closed areas were connected together a few days ago.

    Hu Huan also wondered if the Qianlong army hadn't cleared it up. The strange monsters that escaped a while ago wandered around here. He decided to call Yan Lingse after school and ask.

    Hu Huan was transferred to the Qianlong Army's Beijing headquarters, directly under Yan Lingse's jurisdiction, and the superiors also felt that he and Yan Lingse had a master-student relationship after all, and it was relatively easy to communicate with each other.

    Yan Lingse After all, she is also a high-ranking officer of the Qianlong Army, and as one of the three fourth-tier ranks, her status is high enough.

    Seeing that no one objected, Xiao Fei breathed a sigh of relief. Although she knew she had done nothing wrong, there was a big difference between bearing the pressure alone and sharing the pressure with her friends.

    After all, Xiao Fei is just a female student in the second year of high school.

    Seeing that it was almost time to read, Hu Huan stood up, and just as he was about to leave, Xiao Fei stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "Teach us martial arts."

    Hu Huan said helplessly: "No problem, come to my house after school at night."

    Xiao Fei smiled and let Hu Huan go.

    Hu Huan was still thinking about the matter of the small enclosed area. Taking advantage of his lunch break, he slipped out of the campus, first called Yan Lingse, and then activated the Nightmare Spinner to escape underground and head straight for the incident.  location.

    It was broad daylight, and there was a downtown area near the school. Hu Huan didn't dare to use the three-way train indiscriminately. It was too eye-catching.

    ? Recently, in order to deal with the invasion of foreign monsters, the Qianlong Army's Memory Cleansing Department has been working continuously, and Hu Huan doesn't want to add more work to these colleagues.

    Moreover, the location of the incident is not far away, there is enough time for lunch break, and there is no need to fly there, and the Nightmare Spinner's escape speed is not slow.

    Hu Huan drilled out of the ground in the small printing factory. After a little sensing, he found that there was no police here. He should have checked the scene and everyone had already gone back.

    Then, he suddenly felt something was wrong, because yesterday, the yard of the factory area was still overgrown with weeds, but now all the weeds are dead.

    Hu Huan frowned, stretched out his hand to touch the ground, and checked it with a few heavenly performances of serial soldiers.

    On this piece of land, there is a very strange remnant of spiritual fluctuations. This fluctuation of spiritual power is so special that even Hu Huan has never seen it before.

    "It's a bit like Nightmare, but it's one level higher than Nightmare! It's definitely not Mostima, nor Ma Chengwu, nor the old friends of the Soul Sect."

    "It is slightly different from the spiritual power cultivated by the Youshen method. I can't tell where it is different. Maybe it is not as chaotic as the Youshen method, but it has a very extreme hostility."

    Hu Huan didn't know that after they left yesterday, that scorched old man rushed out of the shadow of everything. He didn't feel how powerful that thing was yesterday.

    At that time, he still wanted to send the opponent away with a magic cannon.

    Hu Huan walked around the factory area for a while, but did not find any clues, so he decided to enter this closed area to have a look.

    Hu Huan was still thinking about the scorched old man from yesterday. He always felt that the thing was a bit weird, so he decided to get into it and bombard it no matter what it was.

    Hu Huan changed to the three-way train that he was more used to, and with a sway of his body, the fire of the underworld rose, and he directly escaped into the shadow of everything.

    This time, he directly pulled out and began to inspect this closed area.

    To Hu Huan's surprise, this enclosed area was extremely small, and there were hardly any strange monsters. He met a group of strange monsters that looked like hyenas, and he killed them casually, and he never encountered other troubles.

    After killing this group of hyena-like strange monsters, Hu Huan also found that this closed area is slowly shrinking.  Although the shrinkage is not fast, but according to this speed, Hu Huan calculated that it will disappear completely in half a year at most.

    Hu Huan turned around a few more times, and suddenly felt?Push it first, and then look for opportunities for reinforcements.  "

    Husband, fox, can talk a lot, and he doesn't want to compete with Pei Linger. How degenerated is Hu Huan, that he wants to compete with such a young person?

    So he first put forward his own advantages, indicating that he would rush to the front line to protect his comrades, and then suggested that Pei Linger look for opportunities to reinforce him, even if he also regarded him as a combatant, and there was no intention of underestimating him.

    As expected, Pei Linger's affection for Hu Huan greatly increased, and he said with a smile: "Although I am not a fighting person, I have worked hard on the general skill of aura bullets for a while, and I will definitely help you when it is urgent."

    Hu Huan laughed, and said: "Coincidentally, I also put a lot of hard work into spiritual power bullets, and people always say that this ability is useless. Low-level abilities are not as convenient as bullets, and high-level abilities are not uncommon for everyone to know."

    This sentence made Pei Linger empathize even more, and said with a smile: "It's not that I can't do anything, the natural race is also a sky-eye master, and I really don't have much fighting ability. I don't want to drag my comrades down, so I put in more hard work on small skills  .¡±

    Hu Huan asked: "Do you want to have a meal?"

    Pei Linger shook his head, and said: "I brought some compressed biscuits, let's just take a bite and start working now."

    "That thing killed so many people, if we delay for a while, maybe innocent people will die."

    Hu Huan also deeply agreed, and the two got into the Beijing jeep driven by Pei Linger. Pei Linger held down the center of his eyebrows, and opened his eyes at full power.

    Hu Huan is also proficient in the Celestial Eye Art, but because it is a zero-level Celestial Art, it is okay for temporary use, and it is not far behind for formal occasions.

    He is not envious of those who possess the Celestial Eye, and has never planned to change his path. Although the Celestial Art can do everything, it is still not as solid as the original virtual method, which makes the old fox feel at ease.

    Hu Huan has recently discovered the promotion requirements of the original virtual method. He is now a first-level juggler. As long as he has learned thirty-six magic tricks and successfully performed them in public, he can be promoted to a second-level papyrus master.

    If it is someone else, you have to learn one by one. Although all the conditions to become a magician to perform these magic tricks are met, you still need to know the principles of these tricks and practice a lot.

    But Hu Huan successfully promoted to the third level with the help of the original virtual method in his previous life. All tricks and magic in this world are no secrets to him.

    In other words, Hu Huan is now only short of performing successfully in public.

    It's just that this kind of "successful performance" has many subtle conditions. It doesn't mean you can just find a street and spread a white cloth and perform for passers-by to be considered a success.

    Hu Huan hasn't figured it out yet, but he will practice it occasionally.

    Pei Linger tried his best to find the old man with a scorched body, and Hu Huan practiced tricks casually, playing a deck of poker in endless changes.

    He really wants to know which opportunity can be fulfilled, the condition of successfully performing in front of the public.

    Hu Huan sat in the car for a while, then got out of the jeep to get some air, while observing every pedestrian passing by, while deliberately changing the poker back and forth.

    But no one paid attention to his performance, and Hu Huan never felt that he had a chance to perform successfully.

    Just when my husband, Fox, was thinking about when he could become a papyrus master and whether Pei Linger could find that thing, he suddenly heard a crisp voice calling, "Shangluo!"

    Hu Huan looked up, but it was Xiao Fei and Li Tong. If Yun Ruoruo was not there, he must be still in class. He couldn't help asking: "Why did you skip class again?"

    Xiao Fei couldn't help shouting: "Didn't you skip class?"

    "Why did you still get a car?"

    Just as Hu Huan was about to explain, he heard a more familiar, clearer, and slightly tactful voice, shouting loudly: "Hu"

    "Wrong! Shangluo, it's me!"

    Then a soft and fragrant body jumped into his words, and Xiao Fei and Li Tong next to him covered their mouths in surprise.

    Hu Huan tried his best to tear Bai Nishang off his body, but at the same time wanted to explain that he was actually

    What the hell he didn't know how to explain.

    Just at this time, another voice shouted with a little smile: "Shangluo!"

    Hu Huan knew who was coming without turning his head. The voice was so familiar.

    Husband Fox's third social death is here.

    ? In the Shura field of life, one game is less.
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