But before Xiaojiro asked this foolishly, a "clang" suddenly came from the compartment of the room, and the sound was very loud. When Xiaojiro wanted to explain.

Xuanyuan Jimo and Wen Jiu's eyes were already looking at the compartment inside the house, and the latter immediately stepped forward to block the two of them's vision.

Xiao Erjiro, who was still expressionless, was not worried about what was in it, but stared at the bracelet on Wen Jiu's hand with expressionless face and said, "Mr. Xing, since Mrs. Xing said that this is not the first scene, then Xiao Erjiro should take you to another place to see?"

"No." Wenjiu moved her eyes away from the door of the compartment, turned to look at Korejiro's eyes and said, "I think this should belong to the second type. What should their souls be swallowed by? "

Seeing that Xiao Jiro did not answer, Wen Jiu reached out to stroke his bracelet. The last time the bracelet had such a change was earlier. From Xu Yao, Wen Jiu touched the slightly raised area around Abi, and this bead that could gather his merits.

Thinking of this, Wen Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly, turned to the compartment and said, "If I guess well, Mr. Xiaoer should have such a guess, right?"

"I..." Kojiro has always been unfaithful in speaking. He wanted to refute it, but Mrs. Xing seemed to be right again.

With a "bang!", before Kojiro could organize his speech, the sound of hitting the wooden door in the compartment immediately attracted the three of them.

"Ha," said slowly as hesitant Xiaojiro Wenjiro, "Mr. Xiao Er, I think we should not need to discuss whether my guess is right now, but,"

Wen Jiu turned his head and looked at Xuanyuan Jimo beside him and continued, "Let's see if this thing will continue to kill people!"

"Sorry Mrs. Xing." Sometimes the stubbornness of the warrior is also very troublesome. Even though he already knows the meaning of warm wine and understands the danger of that thing, Kojiro still seriously blocks the two of them and says, "The sacred objects of our tribe are worshipped inside, and outsiders cannot enter."

"Then you have killed so many people with your holy objects, please take the initiative?" Wen Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Sorry." Kojiro still had no intention of giving in.

But just as Wen Jiu was about to knock the person out, Abi in his hand suddenly turned into a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing. The Wen Jiu who was grabbing Abi reflexively did not expect that the evil aura in his hand was directly cut by the evil spirit around Abi.

"Hiss," Wenjiu's big cat eyes narrowed slightly, and then, her body moved. Before Korejiro could react, she threw the person behind and looked at Abi floating in front of the wooden door.

Wen Jiu's eyebrows and eyes turned cold, and he curled the corners of his mouth. Regardless of the knife wounds that were being filled with evil spirits, he directly adjusted the internal force in his dantian. Without waiting for any reaction, he pushed directly towards the wooden door.

With a "click", the sound of wood sliding across the wood, and the door in front of it did not move at all.

Wen Jiu, who frowned, had a blood mist in his dark eyes. She wanted to see what was inside that would make Abi hurt her. The huge internal force was pulled out of her dantian, and the slight pain in her abdomen was directly ignored by Wen Jiu.

As soon as his palm was pushed out, Xuanyuan Jimo, who had been beside him, suddenly stretched out his hand, gently but extremely domineeringly forced Wen Jiu's internal strength back into his body. His wide and warm palm grabbed the injured place with one hand, and the golden spiritual power quickly nourished the cut hole in Wen Jiu's hand.

Although I don’t know what the two people in front are doing, Kojiro, who stood still couldn’t help but speak, “You guys can’t open that door!”

"Is that true?" Wen Jiu let the man hold his palm, and his eyes bent. This time the other hand was not internal force but spiritual power in his body.

"I'll do it." Seeing that his young lady had no intention of asking for help from her, Xuanyuan Jimo finally couldn't help it. He stretched out his index finger and lit it hard on the wound. Finally, he saw a little wrinkles between his calm eyebrows and eyes.

Looking back at Wen Jiu's gaze, Xuanyuan Jimo raised his lips and smiled, "Why do you need such a small matter? I'll do it yourself? I'll do it! Hehe!" After saying that, Xuanyuan Jimo knew that he had just hurt the little guy, and he felt guilty about Xuanyuan Jimo who smiled at Wen Jiu.

A silver color suddenly appeared in his eyes, he waved his arms and suddenly turned into a circle. The Yin and Yang Bagua formed by the golden spiritual power swept towards the wooden door in an instant.

With a "Ga," the door opened! The spiritual power taboo that had been set here for hundreds of years was shattered by Xuanyuan Jimo with a casual wave.

Xiaojiro couldn't help frowning when he didn't know what the two of them were doing in front of him. Why did he feel like they were having some brain problems?

"You?" Xiaojiro, who took a step forward, just wanted to tell the two of them not to waste their efforts, but unexpectedly, the scene in front of him made Xiaojiro widen his eyes, stare at everything in front of him tightly, and he couldn't move for a long time.

That door, the door set up by the ancestor, was opened by someone without even touching it? Is this the wooden door that even a few sumo wrestlers could not open? Korejiro, who had a deep doubt on the authenticity of this wooden door, only appeared next, opening this door was nothing...

As the three of them guessed, last night, Korejiro's death was indeed not a fire ghost or a human being, but a black thing that could stand directly in the air and seemed like a scabbard.

"It, can it actually move?" Kojiro felt his eyes blurred, and even felt that he might be dreaming.

"Why can't the ancient spiritual weapon move?" The words blurted out not only made Xiaojiro and Wen Jiu slightly stunned, but even Xuanyuan Jimo was stunned for a moment.

It was not because of what I just said, but because of the anger and indignation that he was when he said this. Xuanyuan Jimo, who frowned, held the little hand in his hand. Until Wen Jiu looked over with worried eyes, Xuanyuan Jimo then breathed out a sip of turbid air and smiled reluctantly: "I'm fine, A Jiu!"

"Yeah." Wen Jiu responded casually, then said coldly: "You may not look in the mirror."

"Hmm?" Xuanyuan Jimo touched his face reflexively and said, "What's wrong?"

Looking at the back of Wen Jiu's head, Xuanyuan Jimo turned his gaze to Xiaojiro, rubbed his mouth and said, "What?"

"It's very white." Kojiro thought he was very pertinent to tell Xuanyuan Jimo: "It's the pale kind."

"Okay, I have something to do." Xuanyuan Jimo pinched Wen Jiu's palm and said, "Some small backlash, this is restricted by the way of heaven, there is no big deal. It's really a wine!" After all, he still didn't express the doubts in his heart. After this matter, he might have to go to the underworld in person.

"Well," Wen Jiu gently snatched the man's palm and responded in a slight manner. Although he still did not give the man behind him a positive face, his voice had become much softer.

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two improved a little, Kojiro finally couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Xing, I don't understand one thing. What is the ancient spiritual weapon you just mentioned?"

"Hehe, isn't that the case? You don't know your own holy things?" Xuanyuan Jimo raised his chin at Xiaojiro, looking at Abi and the black scabbard floating in the room.

This holy object is quite interesting. At first glance, it is almost the same as the material of one's own reincarnation. In other words, this thing should have been born for a few years, but how did such a spiritual weapon be passed down to the human world? Fortunately, it accidentally attracted the fire ghost?

"Oh!" Xiao Jiro, who seemed to understand, treated Abi as an ancient spiritual weapon. When he thought that Mrs. Xing, the owner of the spiritual weapon, had just said such a thing, everyone in China had one.

Kojiro couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. He looked at the things in his family that were regarded as sacred objects by the entire island country. For a moment, he had a chaotic understanding. Are the Chinese who everyone has sacred objects really affordable to them?

In deep suspicion, Kojiro suddenly had a light flash in front of his eyes, and the two spiritual weapons that were originally like confrontation hit each other instantly under his own consciousness.

A beam of light instantly broke through the limit of the roof and reached the sky. He caught a cool air inside the house and watched the changes of nebula. Chen Mu Juntai, who was studying the array, suddenly twitched, and the tea in his mouth was immediately devoted to the earth in full.

"What is that?" Chen Mu Juntai, who knew that he had read it correctly, still looked tightly at the position where the white light that appeared in the moment, and then disappeared instantly murmured softly.

"Hmm? What?" The servant who served behind him looked at the sky and said, "What are you saying just now? Is there anything else in the sky besides the stars and moons? Do you know more about the knowledge of the Wanli Nebula than me?"

"Didn't you see it just now?" Chen Mu Juntai was shocked when he heard the servant's confusing words. He suddenly turned his head and stared at the servant in front of him and said, "Didn't you see that beam of light? Didn't you see that beam that illuminated the night in the moment?"

"What beam of light?" The servant's face was full of suspicion, not as if he was lying, but Chen Mu Juntai didn't believe that the light that was like daylight just now was his own illusion, absolutely, something happened.

Chen Mu Juntai, who was thinking this in his heart, no longer had the leisure to care about the formation he had set up on the bamboo table, so he stood up and said to the servant behind him: "Prepare the car for me, I want to go to Your Excellency Xiaoer's house."

"Yes!" The servant behind him looked at the dark night sky while walking. He really didn't know why the patriarch was so excited just now. He obviously had nothing to do.

The unwillingness of Shenmu Juntai put on his shoes and socks, waved his hand to the two ninjas on the tree and asked in a deep voice: "Have you seen that beam of light just now?"

"Captain Hui tribe." After the two shadow guards looked at each other, they also had a question in their eyes and said, "I didn't see it."

"You don't have either, but I saw it. Are you saying that my eyes are blurred?" Chen Mu Juntai gritted his teeth and looked at the two of them and asked back.

"I don't dare." The two ninjas immediately knelt down at the Kentae Chenmu. Although their patriarch smiled normally, after spending a long time, he knew that the only person who really got along with him was Lord Kojiro.

"Forget it, go down." Chen Mu Juntai waved at the two of them angrily. Chen Mu Juntai, who had never doubted his eyes, was a little suspicious at this time. He didn't see it, but he saw it? What's the reason?

In fact, Chen Mu Juntai is also very clear. It is easy to say this truth. He is really dazzled, but at that moment, he seemed like the light of daytime that he could see just by wanting to see? My mind is really not that big!

Chen Mu Juntai, who hurriedly got on the car, said to the driver in front in a deep voice: "Leave the small gate and let the people from the main gate lead the people from the likeness of Shigebu away."

"Yes, your lord!" Since the three tribes split, although Xiang Shi Gebu is still the biggest clan leader, the Xiaoer family and the Chenmu family have begun to plan their own affairs for their families.

Unknown that Kentae Chenmu was rushing toward Kojiro, who was coming here, put down his arm blocking in front of him. He looked at the holy object that had become a scabbard and said, "This, this, isn't it really a scabbard?"

"Obviously it is." Wen Jiu narrowed her eyes. As Abi's blood contract owner, she could clearly feel Abi's pleasure and the terrifying devouring ability.

"Madam?" Xuanyuan Jimo, who felt Wen Jiu angry, thought Wen Jiu was worried about the movement caused by these two objects just now, so he spoke and explained: "It's actually okay. The movement created by these two things just now is invisible to ordinary people. There are too many obstructions in mortal eyes."

"Well, let's go." Wen Jiu reached out and grabbed Xuanyuan Jimo's arm, turned around and walked outside, neither taking A Bi back nor giving his former partners a little more eyes.

"Madam Xing!" Seeing that the two were about to step out of the room, Xiao Jiro stubbornly shouted the two: "Although I know that you are not short of this bayonet, please take your bayonet back." The implication is that our holy objects are still ours, and we don't want your knife, just pretend that things have never been born today.

Wen Jiudan, who understood Xiaojiro's words, raised his eyebrows and curled his lips slightly and said, "No need, since you say that China does not lack this thing, then I will give it to you. From now on, Mr. Xiaoer, this will be yours."

Although I don’t know which sentence of my own made the stubborn warrior in front of me have such a simple idea, it is still a bit ridiculous that China does not lack spiritual weapons.

He held back the unhappy Wen Jiu and looked at Xuanyuan Jimo who was standing in place staring at him. In an instant, the curve of the corner of his mouth could not be tense. He licked his dry lips. Wen Jiu smiled freely and freely and said: "Will you still want to hurt the Lord's weapon?"

"No." Xuanyuan Jimo blurted out without thinking. But one day when this sentence was applied to him, Xuanyuan Jimo wanted to travel back and say more good things for the spiritual weapon.

"That's all." Wen Jiu raised his eyebrows, pulled the man's arm, and walked out of the door first.

At this moment, Abi, who had finally collected all his fragments, stopped doing it. Looking at the arm that was grabbing him, Abi cut her fiercely at the arm without thinking.

When Xiaojiro, who suddenly retracted his hand, was about to pull out the samurai sword and compete with the spiritual weapon, he didn't expect that Ah Bi in front of him looked up and down with disgust, and suddenly turned around and chased the breath of Wenjiro.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who was about to get on the car, suddenly felt the powerful aura behind him hitting the backs of the two of them. He was about to turn around and sweep away a stream of spiritual power, but unexpectedly, Wen Jiu next to him took his wrist and pulled his wrist. Xuanyuan Jimo, who was slightly puzzled, was pushed into the parking space by Wen Jiu and said, "A Jiu?"

"Don't worry about it." How could Wenjiu, who could not recognize Abi's breath, also went to the parking space. Then, when Abi finally flew into the car, he closed the car door with a "bang!"

Xuanyuan Jimo, who was shocked by Wen Jiu's sudden violence, turned his head and looked at the bayonet that had just recovered his scabbard. Then, he didn't know what he thought, spread his hands towards the artifact that had only spiritual consciousness.

Just as I was about to speak, I looked at the look of my wife Liangliang's eyes, immediately put my legs together, my hands on my knees, without looking sideways, and looked forward, and said to the driver in front with a serious face: "Hurry, drive, ma's tired!"

"Yes, the head of the family." As a shadow guard, Yingyi actually secretly looked at the window outside, but there was not even a personal shadow. However, after thinking about it, the head of his own head of the family suddenly had goose bumps. Sure enough, Helan head of the family was right. As the best shadow guard, psychological quality is an important threshold!

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Okay good night, little cuties, tomorrow, Tian Wenwen will make up for all the owed today!

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