Chapter 153: Deep in the night
The recipe for the little mermaid peas has once again expanded, and now Hao Ren can basically guess the law: all bamboo fiber. . . See the latest and most complete novels
After discovering that the little guy was eating cardboard and eating chopsticks, Hao Ren immediately ran to the basement to find a few wooden strips, saw them into small pieces and cleaned them and tried to feed the beans. The result was that the little guys now support Like a ball in the water, the belly is soaking in the sky, playing a happy little and full of water while talking to yourself. She is fascinated by all the bamboo fiber and the things that contain these fibers, chopsticks, wooden strips, paper, books, everything, to tell the truth, if it is not too small, there is no way to get out of the mouth, I am afraid she even has a TV cabinet. I have to take two. In fact, Peas have been interested in furniture that emits “food aroma” at home. At present, Hao Ren is preventing her from biting the table: the little guy can start biting from the ridge of the table legs, where she goes to the mouth...
Vivian was at the table and had a special "communication" with a small bat that had just patrolled and returned to report. She wrapped the little bat with a **** fog and floated it in front of him to analyze it. The bat was like Ink usually melts slowly in the blood, and now there is only one shadow left. Nangong looked at this wonderful magic in May and couldn't help but ask: "I heard that you are directly with your own bat. Sensory sharing, how do you still need them to report back?"
"A lot of intelligence can't be directly conveyed by sensory sharing, and the energy that I can get out of sharing is limited. Some of the details are easily overlooked." Vivian broke down a small bat and re-discovered it into The shadow is recycled into your own shadow. "Split the memory of small bats like this to go back and forth through the scenes they have explored, and sometimes you will find some small details."
"What did you find?" asked Hao Ren.
"This bat flies farthest. I let it go to the northern suburbs, the place where we played with the two Ai Benwomen last time. Isn't it being ruined by the big blue lightning storm? Traces of used witchcraft were found nearby."
Hao Renyi: "Witchcraft? Hunting Devils also use witchcraft?"
"They can do anything," Vivienne nodded. "Or, in other words, most of the original superstitious forms of the earth, such as exorcism, witchcraft, totem worship, blessing and healing, are more or less the source of these activities. They are all related to the demon hunters. In the early days, the demon hunters taught these simple techniques to ordinary humans, so that ordinary people can barely fight in the face of weaker aliens. These techniques do not require magic and mental power. Instead, there are some materials that are available in nature, so that even ordinary people without magical talent can master them, so they were popular in ancient times. Thousands of years ago, tribal wizards used chronic poisons and burning incense in the dark. In the protection of their own people, their rituals were indeed effective at that time. However, over time, most of the aliens have been chased by the demon hunters to the dead, and the remaining aliens have either degraded or simply Losing power into ordinary humans or strange animals, the various witchcraft that once humans used to protect themselves have no use. These skills are passed down from generation to generation. Constantly twisted, now simply become a ridiculous farce - but in the real hunting magic circle of witchcraft still exists the real deal, and they break the evil spell of the various heritage together so far. "
Izak was listening to it, and commented casually: "These guys, called the demon hunters, seem to do good things too."
"Where there are so simple good people and bad guys." Vivian shrugged. "From the big picture, they are 'good guys' for humans. But for heterogeneity they are villains at any time."
"Maybe because I am from another world, I have no prejudice against all races in this world." Izak scratched his scalp, "I am alien to me. But those who are hunting Stubbornness makes me feel very troublesome."
"So the demon hunter has already found traces of the battle of the day," Hao Ren scratched his chin and sighed. "Isn't it said that the traces of the scene have been cleaned up? No supernatural forces have been left. How is this discovered?" ?"
"The supernatural power can indeed be removed, but then a large piece of land is burned into **** by lightning storm for no reason. This is not natural in itself," Vivien tweeted. "Slightly use normal human logic to guess." What happened there, now I am just wondering how they found it here - the southern suburbs and the northern suburbs are at the ends of the city. After we finished the day, we were very careful not to leave traces that could be traced. Is it leaking?"
Everyone is discussing the business, and Lily, who is watching TV on the sofa, doesn't do it: "It's so annoying and annoying. Don't say these upset things at night, I still watch TV."
Vivienne used to have a white eye: "You can't go back to your own house? It's a big deal, how come you have no heart."
"It’s deserted in the house, it’s lively,” Lily whispered on the sofa, and then continued to squat as she slammed. “Oh, it’s so annoying and annoying...”
"Don't make trouble," Hao Ren knocked on Lily's head. "I'm going to say something right here."
If this was before, Hao Ren must not let the rented house so noisy in the living room, but now he knows that he is raising a huskies, naturally he treats Lily with the standard of the Husky and the slut. Just criticizing two things, Lily didn't realize that this is a tolerant treatment. She always praised Hao Ren as a very good-hearted person. She was so stupid all day long.
"哗啦", Peas smashed out of their pot, taking advantage of Hao Ren’s arm to make a sleeping position. Hao Ren was just a little sleepy. Looking up, it’s been more than ten o'clock. He yawned: "Then I go back to sleep first, and this night the Hunting Man may not have any movement."
“Well,” Vivian smiled and looked over. “You just have to raise your spirits. I will be on guard at night.”
Hao Ren nodded and hugged the little fish baby to the room, but just halved the peas and shouted, while screaming and pointing his finger at the direction of the coffee table, Hao Rengang looked at the Nangong in May. The pot chased it up: "Bring the child to her mother."
Hao Ren: "... don't mention the child, her mother?!"
On the face of Nangong in May, with a narrow smile on his face, he ignored the expression of Haoren’s face that was already black. “Give half a pot of water in the pot and let the beanie sleep in the pot at night, so she won’t wrap you around. You won't want to wear your clothes for the same night as last night?"
Hao Ren heard this and finally frowned. This is the only good news. Fortunately, the little mermaid is satisfied if he can sleep in the pot. If the little guy wants Hao Ren to hold her right hand holding the pot, That day is really impossible!
Hao Ren took his niece back to the house to sleep (you see this verb, end!), he thought for a long time or decided to put the little guy on the desk far away from the bed instead of the bedside table: he does not want to sleep until midnight Suddenly turned over and splashed his face. After putting the pot down, Hao Ren still felt that it was quite funny. He was single for twenty-five years. Suddenly, there was a more prostitute - still a mermaid! You said that the fate of this stuff is wonderful.
"Tonight, I am really sleepy, I am not allowed to be as entangled as yesterday." Hao Renxi was in front of the desk, with the eyes of the peas on the edge of the pot, and the little guy could understand. The human words are treated like this. "You are not allowed to run around casually. If you have a situation, you will be called. Also, don't go to the ground to prevent someone from stepping on you."
"Hey--ha," the little guy reached out and touched Hao Ren's nose, making a long sound, then circling a circle flexibly to the bottom of the pot and squatting and sleeping. It seems that he really understood Hao Ren just now. It is like telling her things.
Hao Ren looked at the little guy who was quietly at the bottom of the pot. Hesitated for a long time to cover the lid. He was afraid that the little things would come out in the middle of the night and be bent. But after thinking for a long time, he thinks that if he woke up and found out that he was locked in a black pot, he didn't buckle.
He put the data terminal on the side of the pot: Anyway, this stuff doesn't sleep, let it look at the child.
Outside the house, the night is getting darker.
The moon slowly rose to the sky, and slowly sank to one side. The street was already empty. The night road in the late autumn season was cold and clear, and the silence was dead. Only the occasional canines came from far away. It was a sleepless wandering. The dogs are passing intelligence far away.
The rushing three barking dogs suddenly broke the calm of the night. (To be continued.)