Chapter 282

"Wow!"

The moment the flying sword touched, the entire coffin immediately collapsed and turned into powder.

Spirits can come and go freely.

But if the real thing wants to get out of the coffin, the coffin must be destroyed.

The wooden stick attached to the stocking flew out from the powder on the ground.

Feijian opened the way ahead.

A hole was soon opened in the tomb.

Luo Qingzhou carried the wooden stick tied with socks and carefully flew out of the hole.

The sky outside is dark.

The tombs all around were filled with black air and gloomy atmosphere.

Luo Qingzhou did not stay any longer and left this lifeless space with the wooden stick.

Return to the stone room.

The physical body is still lying on the quilt to rest.

And the little white rabbit was still one on each side, biting his shoes.

But depending on the situation, everyone is already asleep.

Luo Qingzhou ignored them, put away his socks, put down the stick, and returned to his senses.

When he opened his eyes, he didn't get up immediately.

I once again recalled the strange words I had just memorized in my mind, and replayed them word by word. I felt relieved when I saw nothing missing.

If these words were really the language of the demon clan, it would probably be difficult for him to recognize them all.

He decided to go to various bookstores in Mocheng tomorrow to see if there were any books about demon characters.

If there is, then he can only slowly learn it word by word.

Tens of thousands of words have been recorded in my mind.

I don’t know when I will learn to recognize them all.

As for understanding it all, it is probably even harder.

But there's no rush.

When I go to Kyoto, there will probably be more and more miscellaneous books there, and there will probably be a lot of books about the demon clan.

Let’s study it slowly when the time comes.

Without thinking any more, he stood up and picked up the dark wooden stick on the ground.

The tentacles are cold.

Judging from the weight, it is a little heavy, not like a wooden stick, but like an iron rod.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"

He held it with both hands and waved it a few times, but found nothing special about it.

He looked at a rock in front of him, walked over with a wooden stick in his hand, and immediately hit his arm with force, hitting the rock with a "swish".

"Bang!"

Stone chips were flying, and the rock was immediately smashed into pieces!

Luo Qingzhou looked at the wooden stick in his hand, which was safe and sound, with almost no traces left, and was secretly surprised.

This wooden stick is truly extraordinary. No wonder it has been preserved from ancient times to the present day.

Very hard!

But there is a softness in the hardness.

When you hit hard, the flexibility can directly dissipate the force of the counterattack without hurting the tiger's mouth and arms.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He hit the wall next to him several times in succession.

The hard stone wall suddenly flew into the air and was full of cracks.

The wooden stick in his hand was still unscathed.

"nice one!"

Luo Qingzhou stroked the head of Mo's stick and praised it secretly.

At this time, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The head of the stick that had just hit the stone wall seemed to have become thicker.

He quickly placed the entire wooden stick in front of Yue Xiong, and looked carefully from beginning to end. Sure enough, the head of the stick that had just hit the stone wall seemed to be bloated and thickened.

He remembered clearly that the stick before hitting it, the front, back, middle, and the entire body were of the same thickness, with no difference.

Strange, this thing can be swollen?

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He held the wooden stick and hit the wall again.

After dozens more blows, I found that the bloated area had not become thicker and was still the same as before.

But after the violent beating just now, the head of the stick was still intact.

"hiss……"

At this time, the wound on the back of the hand suddenly felt a sharp pain.

At the same time, the white gauze has been dyed red.

Luo Qingzhou then remembered that his hands were still injured, and the newly solidified wounds were torn open again.

He didn't dare to move anymore, so he quickly put the dark wooden stick in his hand into his storage bag and sat down on the ground.

There were bursts of pain in both hands.

It lasted for a long time and then slowly faded away.

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to run around anymore, so he sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to follow the pictures in the book, breathing in and out to temper his internal organs.

One day flies by in the blink of an eye.

It's after dark outside.

He stood up again, dragged the two little white rabbits, and entered the middle passage, wanting to see if another space would appear inside.

But what disappointed him was still the cemetery.

Luo Qingzhou didn't stay any longer and left through the secret passage. After briefly cleaning at the bottom of the lake, he went ashore.

Return to Meixiang Garden.

After eating, Luo Qingzhou did not take a bath or go to the backyard to practice boxing.

Return to the study and read quietly on the couch.

There are still more than two months left before the autumn exam.

He must read all the books again, memorize them, and understand them thoroughly.

Xiaodie and Qiu'er helped him wash his clothes and brush his shoes in the courtyard.

The night is quiet and the evening style is exceptionally gentle.

A full moon rose into the sky, and the white moonlight fell in front of the window.

The sun and moon mirror on the table quietly absorbs the moonlight and condenses the spiritual liquid.

The dark red gem next to it, the center part, finally began to have a hint of luster.

The gray-white tree roots in the vase were still immersed in the clear water, quiet and without any reaction.

It's almost time.

The door was pushed open gently.

Qiu'er poked her head in and asked softly: "Uncle..."

"don't want."

Before she could finish speaking, Luo Qingzhou refused directly: "I'm a little tired tonight, so I'm going to rest early."

There are still injuries on my hands, and there is still some pain in the bones all over my body, but I can't stand any more torture.

"oh."

Qiu'er didn't say anything more and closed the door.

Luo Qingzhou read for a while and then returned to bed.

Then the soul left the body.

Passed through the roof and flew into the air.

The moonlight is bright and the sky is filled with stars.

It was a nice day tonight, but he still felt a little frightened when he thought about the terrible practice last night.

Traveling quickly.

When we arrived at Yuanyang Tower, the moon-white figure was already waiting on the eaves.

Luo Qingzhou stepped forward and said hello: "Sister Yue."

The moon-white figure said nothing as it flew into the air and flew towards the temple in the outer city.

Luo Qingzhou followed behind and couldn't help but ask: "Sister Yue, can you be gentler tonight?"

The white figure still didn't respond.

Soon, the two came to the bell tower in the temple.

As soon as Luo Qingzhou fell in, without any hesitation, he immediately took out the two red socks, biting one in his mouth and holding the other in his hand to prevent Sister Yue from attacking again. .

The moon-white figure glanced at him lightly, moved his sleeves slightly, and a curtain of light suddenly lit up around the bell tower.

Luo Qingzhou bit the Luo Sock in his mouth, his expression solemn and ready.

"when--"

The bell rings.

A terrifying wave of sound struck.

Luo Qingzhou was immediately thrown away.

Then, like a small boat in the waves, it began to bump and dance back and forth between the bell tower and the light curtain.

Layers of sound waves compressed, rounded and stretched his body, causing various impacts and squeezes.

Severe pain comes!

Luo Qingzhou bit the sock in his mouth and tried his best to keep his mind clear.

"when--"

"when--"

The bells were ringing continuously, and the sound waves were like hurricane waves. The beating made him dizzy, his whole body felt weak, and he could hardly hold on.

Until he was numb and dying, the bell finally stopped.

Tonight seems more painful.

But tonight he was stronger and did not utter a scream or beg for mercy.

He fell to the ground and slumped in the corner, puffing out his cheeks and breathing heavily through his nose.

After a long time.

He raised his hand, pulled out the sock stuffed in his mouth, and let out a deep breath.

The moon-white figure stood beside him, looking at him with cold eyes.

Luo Qingzhou rested for a while, then stood up and said, "Sister Yue, it's okay, I can still persist."

After saying that, he stuffed the other red sock into his mouth and bit it tightly.

"when--"

The bell rang again.

The moon-white figure looked at his twisted face and body, still looking cold and silent.

Nearly half an hour passed.

The bell stopped ringing.

Luo Qingzhou collapsed on the ground and lay there for a long time. Then he stood up, pulled out the socks from his mouth, and looked down at his vagina.

The recovered body seemed to be more solid than before.

Inside the heart, there was a ball of light flickering slightly, like a heart.

"Sister Yue, what is this?"

he asked curiously.

The Yuebai figure said calmly: "Hunxin, you should be about to break through."

I just said this and said no more.

Luo Qingzhou leaned on the railing behind him, glanced at the ancient clock in front of him with lingering fear, and said, "Sister Yue, do you want to continue later?"

The moon-white figure didn't answer. She stared at him for a while, then flew out and said, "Tomorrow night."

After saying that, he disappeared like the moonlight.

Luo Qingzhou stared blankly at the place where she disappeared, feeling a little strange in his heart. He felt that Sister Yue tonight seemed to be colder than before.

What did he do wrong?

After resting on the bell tower for a while, he didn't dare to stay any longer and immediately got up and left.

While flying towards the Qin Mansion, he took out the messenger ultimatum.

He decided to ask Sister Yue to see if she recognized those strange words.

Of course, for the sake of safety, he would just send two words. If the other party really knew him, he would disrupt the order and ask questions one by one.

Originally, he planned to ask Sister Yue tonight, but the other party did not give him a chance to ask. He didn't know if something happened today, so he was in a bad mood tonight.

After thinking for a while, he wrote on the treasure certificate: [Xiaoyue, are you there? Have you ever heard of the demon clan? 】

After a while, the message came back.

[Yes, brother, the demon clan, of course my sister has heard of it, why does brother ask this? 】

Luo Qingzhou was overjoyed and quickly wrote down a demonic text: [Good sister, do you know this word? Is it the word for the demon clan? 】

The message came back quickly: [Good brother, it should be the word for demon clan. Where did you see it? But I don’t know my sister very well, but my senior sister is very familiar with the characters of the demon clan]

"Senior sister? Sister Yue?"

Luo Qingzhou's heart suddenly moved when he saw this reply, and he quickly replied: [Okay Xiaoyue, you are busy, I won't disturb you anymore]

Xiaoyue: [Good brother, don’t bother me at all, my sister is bored right now. Can my brother chat with my sister for a while? 】

Luo Qingzhou ignored him, put away the summons, and flew directly to Yuanyang Tower.

At the same time.

On the eaves of Yuanyang Tower.

The white figure was bathing in the white moonlight, standing there motionlessly, with lines of small words clearly appearing on the jade in her hand.

She raised her head and looked at the figure flying rapidly from the darkness not far away, and slowly put away the jade in her hand. Her beautiful face was as cold as snow.

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