MTL - Lie Huo Jiao Chou-Chapter 145 Extra eight

"Look at the old irons, I am now broadcasting live on the hot search of the 'flamingo'. It is said that this is a flamingo who escaped from the safari park and ingested some mysterious abnormal energy object. There has been a mutation ... The winter here generally has to be below minus ten degrees, but because of this big turkey, the temperature has now risen to forty degrees. You see my sweat ... "

"What a big turkey!" Fengshen Zhang, who arrived, struck the brakes and "squeaked" and screamed. In the sharp friction between the tire and the ground, I just heard the crowd watching a small video live broadcast, and he raised his hand. A hot sweat, irritable, "What did the Vanguard eat? Why haven't the irrelevant personnel cleared up yet? Enchantment?"

"The target has been moving, and the blockade can't be rolled out." The field service explained carefully, and hurried forward to clear the people.

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"Let's go, let's go, police uncle, we will immediately ..." The onlookers who took the video laughed, while still desperately trying to steal a few more shots. At this moment, everyone exclaimed at the same time. I saw that not far behind them, the original gloomy sky suddenly seemed to be ignited. From the bottom up, the layers of bright red were clearly rendered, and then a distant bird song penetrated the layers. Yunxia, ​​when it landed, Qingyue was very unusual, and there was an echo. For a time, everyone who heard the song of the bird could not help but smile.

Then, a giant bird that was as long as a large passenger aircraft swept across the southern sky. It looked like a giant red-crowned crane, surrounded by a blazing fire, and curled up the surrounding air. The bird's body under the flame was vaguely flashing. Blu-ray.

The energy detector at the scene screamed with a throat. If the bird felt it, he turned his head and turned his eyes.

Zhang Zhao only felt that a shudder of trembling came from the back, and years of field experience made him pause for a second without thinking!

The body of the giant bird is instantly fixed in mid-air, and the picture is like a special effect lens of a movie. The field crew of Fengshenyi rushed up and trained in the moment when time was paused. A wave of power was picked up at the fastest speed. The crowd of dead onlookers immediately retreated, and another wave of water system, Special Energy, condensed a large water wall of more than ten meters behind them at the same time.

The next moment, the locked time accelerates.

"Boom", the giant "red-crowned crane" fluttered its wings, and a huge fireball descended from the sky, as if it was a big natural disaster in ancient legend. The large water wall supported by the field staff is just a playful soap bubble. The fireball has not evaporated to the sky before it has arrived.

Zhang Zhao snapped: "Withdraw!"

The field crews turned around and ran, and then, the big fireball with a diameter of more than 20 meters slammed into the ground. The place where people just stood was smashed into a deep pit by the fireball. The fire broke out, smoke and Mars splashed. Minei plants, wooden signs, cars ... almost all of the flammables were spared and all were stunned.

Under the tickling nest of Zhang Zhao, a mass of dead people was rolling out, and he rolled out embarrassedly, and threw off his coat, patted Mars on his body, and jumped into a colleague's car.

"When will the support arrive? Boss, what flamingos have eaten the wrong fertilizer?"

Wang Ze's big face appeared in the video: "Maybe it was a part of the fossil of the big demon's body before, it was activated by Akabuchi, and the bird returned a bit after eating."

Zhang Zhao: "What the **** has it become? I said, boss, how do you pick the people and go abroad when you most need you?"

Wang Ze answered truthfully, "Hey, what can I say. But I'm not going to use it either, because that bird may be‘ Bi Fang ’. Have you heard of the carp that has beaten Bi Fang?”

Zhang Zhao froze for a second, then started screaming: "Doesn't it feel like it's going a little far back?"

The voice faded and another big fireball fell.

The fire and smoke shook people's eyes, and the fieldwork fled in a sea of ​​fire.

Wang Ze: "Support for a while, support will come soon."

"Don't stand back and talk without backache, who the **** can hold up!"

In the chaos, suddenly, the roar of a helicopter went from far to near, and then, in the loud noise of the propellers, a whistle came out, and the whistle was very light, almost blowing the parrot in the bird market The volume of the whistle is similar, but it is like a very thin, very sharp line, which easily penetrates all noise.

Afterwards, the whistle ended, and a gentle tone came out—listen carefully, blowing "The Moon Represents My Heart". It didn't tune at all, and it was quite level.

Zhang Zhao stepped on the brake and looked up suddenly.

Obviously, this little song was heard not only by the field service on the ground, but I saw the rude ancestral bifang bird suddenly stunned, and this "confession" for no reason. It seemed to be a little girl who was stopped by a hooligan to make fun of it. Before the phrase "how deep I love you" is finished, the big flaming bird slammed up, its wings fluttered in a panic, and a lot of hair was lost.

But there seemed to be an invisible cobweb in the air that stuck to the big bird, no matter how it flapped its wings, it just stayed where it was.

Then the ground and mid-air splattered fire image was dragged by something, turned into a "line" of fire, and flew to the sky, tied the big bird with five flowers.

The fire image on the bird was suppressed by something, getting smaller and smaller, and finally completely extinguished, exposing the blue bird body, it was desperately struggling, but the lines of those flames were tightening.

At this moment, Zhang Zhao heard a low, gentle male voice sounding not far away: "The wind is coming."

The field worker stuck his head out of the window of the car, and saw a person falling on the roof of the colleague next to him. He was wrapped in a beige cashmere coat, and the broad coat was rolled up with long hair by the wind. The black gas dangles on the charm, which is the magical energy that makes people shudder. The jade-like hands are put in the palm of the hand, the black and white is clear, but it is inexplicably strange.

Zhang Zhao: "Your Majesty!"

Sheng Lingyuan flicked his fingers gently, and the spell floated out. The surrounding smoke and dust were swept up by the spell and disappeared. He then stood up with his hands unhurried, turned his face to the side, nodded his head toward Zhang Zhao, and said warmly, "It's all right, don't be afraid."

Zhang Zhao had a sore nose for no reason, and almost knelt down and shouted "Long live".

The thick smoke was swept away by a spell, and the field on the ground could see the situation in the sky. He saw a nearby helicopter jump down and jump down to a person, carrying a fashionable pair of gliding wings on his back. Sliding into the air, as soon as he reached out to the bound big bird, the line of fire on the big bird obediently rolled into a bunch and fell into his palm.

The man held the line of fire and dragged the big flamingo like a kite. As he approached the ground, the big flamingo, which was tens of meters long, became smaller and smaller, and the blue light on his body became darker ...

The gliding wing landed extremely lightly, as if it were not a heavy machine, but the wings that the driver himself had grown up, not even a little dust. The man pushed the goggles over his head, his mouth whistled, and his tone had changed from "The Moon Represents My Heart" to "You are the Fire of Winter."

"Director Xuan!"

Xuan Yuan drew a finger and dragged the kite ... the ancestral bird from the sky.

At this point, Bi Fang had recovered the normal size of the flamingo, was forcibly dragged to the ground, rolled a few times when he landed, split a fork in public, and then stunned fiercely with a group of field workers staring dumbly. For a while, stretched the neck, coughed out a flame-colored stone, planted one head and stopped.

"Dead, dead?"

"No, call the zoo and tell them to pull them away." Xuan Yuan opened his hands and put the cord of fire in his palm, and then picked up the small flame-colored stone, "Hey ... it's a heart-dan ' what."

The strange blue of the flamingo faded away, revealing the normal bird's body. Sheng Lingyuan fell lightly from the roof of the car and explained to the field crew unhurriedly: "During the Kyushu melee, the demon tribe persecuted the winged family, and many winged people died in the chase and killed. If they died The place where Shangqi converges happens to be full-yin, solar and lunar eclipses. After the death of the demon, the resentment will be difficult to dissolve, condensed in the remains of Yaodan, and it will stay for years. 'It may have been stimulated by Akabuchi recently. Hmm ... but don't worry, this thing is indispensable in time and place. You can't find it when you meet it. You don't have to have one for thousands of years. "

Zhang Zhao carefully looked at the flaming fainting fainted: "What about it, will it become a demon in the future?"

"Swallowing for a while will have no effect, will not be demonized, and will not be significantly higher in intelligence than others." Xuan Yuan moved his shoulders, took a cigarette out of the cigarette case, and then casually put the danger in danger. "Xin Dan" rolled it with an empty cigarette case and drew it into his pocket. He said, "If it is true, if you smell me 800 miles away, you will kneel and dare to run?"

Sheng Lingyuan stood in a pocket, stood a few meters away, and looked at him with a smile and said nothing.

After the resurgence of Akabuchi, although there was an "administrator" announced, but as a lot of ancient relics recovered spirituality, the foreign control bureau that was not used to it was still busy personally turning over. The big monsters at the level of returning to the ancestors cannot be handled by the local branch bureaus. They can only upload the headquarters to the headquarters and transfer the most elite field staff. The twelve field teams of the Headquarters Security Bureau are all performing tasks in the field. Only Fengshen has just returned. It happens that because of the recent preparations for the establishment of official international organizations in special management, Fengshen's boss Wang Ze followed Xiao Zheng to go abroad for a meeting.

Zhang Zhao was so stressed that he felt like an orphan without a father and mother. He was helpless. When he saw his thigh, he wanted to hug him, and kept walking forward to Xuanyuan.

"Director Xuan, in addition to what Xin Dan, can there be something else to eat and return to the ancestors?"

"Yes," Xuan Yuan nodded. "Big demon bones, unborn heavenly spirits, magical deities enshrined by various races, aura plants-millennium ganoderma or something-were eaten by blood-like or slightly spiritual things. May vary. "

Zhang Zhao seemed to have seen his life overtime until he died, and his eyes were dark: "No!"

Xuan Yuan glanced at him with a funny look: "What are you thinking about? These things were the treasures of the earth that were robbed of their heads three thousand years ago, and they were harvested by digging three feet long ago, waiting for you to remember? There are a few missing nets. It ’s good that the fish gives you a long experience. "

Zhang Zhao's heart moved: "That is to say, people can eat such things?"

"Yes, I'm not afraid of death," Xuan said. "But this thing is too old. The vitality of it has already dissipated. It can't be traced back to what skills and poisons the original master practiced before his death. These natural treasures The composition is unknown. It is like a Chinese herbal medicine mixed with a lot of plants. It may not be mixed with two weeds. It is easy to accidentally eat blindly. It is good to die on the spot. "

Zhang Zhao shuddered.

Sheng Lingyuan beside said with a smile: "Although most of you are a little alien, they are too thin. If you really want to improve yourself, you might as well learn the human race spell."

Zhang Zhaoyi said: "But I heard that most of them are lost ..."

"I'm working on it, I'm just idle," Sheng Lingyuan glanced at Xuan Yuan. "Based on the patriarch's collection for many years, I will try to trim some classics of the classics, but there will inevitably be omissions. I will also ask Those of you who repair ancient books take great care. "

Zhang Zhao heard that His Majesty revealed his willingness to instruct his juniors. With his eyes brightened, he suddenly found that there was a big backer for the Exorcism Bureau. He felt that His Majesty was nothing like what he imagined as a "famous tyrant." Xu Buji's rhythm is full of mood and anger. He treats people with gentleness and gentleness, and can show deep marks of raising with his hands.

"Sure enough, history is all about face-lifting." Zhang Zhao thought to himself, not even noticing that the director Xuan sternly said when Sheng Lingyuan said the word "patriarch".

"Come some people to help me unload this thing," Xuan Yuan nodded his hang glider with a chin, and whispered to the field next to him, "It's too heavy to carry a turtle shell."

Sheng Lingyuan heard it, and smiled and said, "Wherever you are, you look good."

"That's it," Zhang Zhaoshun whispered, "Gliding God moves, cool!"

I don't know why. After listening to this bullshit, Director Xuan was not happy, and his face was a bit ugly.

When Zhang Zhao finished holding it, he suddenly remembered something—no, director Xuan was the patriarch of Suzaku, wasn't he the ancestor of the bird? What glider does heaven use?

He couldn't help looking at Xuanyuan's back.

"What to look at!" Xuan Yuan noticed his gaze, as if someone had stepped on his tail, his face turned green. "Wings are taking annual leave, isn't it?"

Zhang Zhao: "... oh."

The treatment of the bird's wings is not ordinary, that is, I do not know if there are five insurances and one gold.

Sheng Lingyuan laughed lowly, Xuanyuan's five senses twisted for a moment, as if he wanted to be anxious, but took a quick look at Sheng Lingyuan, but he did not dare to attack. His anger had apparently rushed to his face, and before being burned through his skin, he was alive again. He was like a bucket of gas that was furious and unspeakable. He skimmed his wings and did not talk to His Majesty. He turned away in front of a belly of flammable and explosive gas.

Sheng Lingyuan not only didn't care about him. His Majesty, who didn't bother to say a word, still stayed on. He thoughtfully instructed the field staff to finish the aftermath, and taught two clear-cut spells on the scene.

Zhang Zhao held the recording pen "listening" all the way, for fear of missing a word, and it was not processed until the evening. Zhang Zhao sent Sheng Lingyuan to the car and couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty feels very bright today."

"Well," Sheng Lingyuan nodded, "Received a collection of 'bright'."

The "bright" collection hung in his living room, extending from the balcony to the dining room, occupying the entire wall.

In the evening, when Sheng Lingyuan came home and pushed the door, the bright light flew happily into his arms, and illuminated the entire dim corridor-a pair of huge wings made of countless Suzaku feathers, hanging On the wall, the living room does not need to be lit.

Sheng Lingyuan raised his hand and covered his eyes: "It's too bright."

As soon as the words fell, the feathers could be understood, and they were slightly faintly, the light became dim and warm, entangled in him, Sheng Lingyuan's perennial cold porcelain skin warmed up, he Put a few shopping bags in your hand on the porch cabinet: "Xiao ---"

Xuan Yuan looked like a little ghost, and he didn't know where to come out, and took the shopping bag from him without a word.

"Isn't your mother telling you to go back for the Chinese New Year, it's rude," Sheng Lingyuan said, "I bought something, but I don't know the customs at this time. It's not appropriate for you to see."

The word Xuanji, which is usually **** on the car, is like gold: "Oh."

Sheng Lingyuan: "Why, what's upset?"

Xuan Yuan: "No."

"Huh?" Sheng Lingyuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

With his gaze-like gaze, Xuan Ye had to hang up the corners of his mouth, like a fake "smily boy," grinding his teeth, saying, "No, there is, I'm pretty, happy, cheerful. "

At the same time, the feathered wings on the wall flickered a few times like ghosts and went dark.

This matter has to start from the bar Xuanyu ’s leaky talk that day, he chased it all the way, and he was really panicked at the time-he was not afraid of Sheng Lingyuan, anyway, from childhood to Da Sheng Lingyuan, he had no bottom line, basically he wanted something, noisy at best. Juzui, a few days of the Cold War, Xuan Yuan knew subconsciously that Sheng Lingyuan was unwilling to treat him. He was mainly afraid that he would let his family breathe out, and Sheng Lingyuan had a migraine for half his life. Although he didn't commit much after taking back the Suzaku bloodline, his health was not good, just in case?

Xuan Yuan was afraid that he would not go out to get sick because of the fire, so when Sheng Lingyuan tied him up and dragged him into the fantasy world, Xuan Yuan was quite cooperative and did not resist at all.

He thought that Sheng Lingyuan might want to beat him, hurt him, and didn't want to hurt him, so he dragged him into a fantasy—magnification can magnify the senses, and it is said that a slap face can fan out half his head and fly away. Effect. Xuan Ye was fully prepared for this. Anyway, as long as Ling Yuan can be vented, this is a sweet burden ... After all, the last time he was dragged into the magical world of heaven was a wonderful experience.

... then he learned the tricks of the demon.

Illusions do magnify the senses, but in a different direction than he expected.

Suzaku's wings moved in the wind, and the slightest air flow passed, and the wing feathers could discern the ins and outs of the breeze. As soon as he fell into the illusion, he was forced to display the wings in accordance with the intention of the illusion master. Those wing feathers that "listen to the wind" are more than a hundred times sharper in the fantasy world of heaven, and even a few feet of breathing can make the wings tremble.

A icy hand covered his wings from behind, Xuan Yuan instinctively stumbled, and dumbly called "Ling Yuan", but before the word "Yuan" was rounded, he changed into a scream, tears almost Did not come down-Sheng Lingyuan scooped a feather from his wing.

"I heard that there are tens of thousands of feathers on the wings of the winged clan ..." Every time the old devil plucked a feather, he kissed on that wing and tortured and doubled.

"The patriarch is the king of hundred birds. I don't know how many wings there are?"

The answer is one hundred and eighty on one side, one long one dropped, and it really is a very spiritual number.

Don't ask how you know.

Fanwai is here for the time being, because if we want to revise the text, we won't finish it. The full text will be replaced with refined text about October.

As for the completion of the text, eh ... hey, fate.

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