Chapter 268: Crying baby

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When the curtain suddenly rises and wraps the entire school district of the Textile Institute together, the monks who stay outside are unable to detect the situation and are more panicked than the monks inside.
How come there is such a cloth? No one can understand, such a big hand has exceeded their cognition, and the white fog is shrouded outside the wall, forcing everyone to retreat and expand the encirclement. Liu Zhengyi thought that Lin Luoran was trapped in it, and he did not know how dangerous the situation was. He was more worried than others.
He tried to send out a few attacks, as if he had been absorbed by the black cloth, and there were no scratches.
A sniper rifle that can be headshot to a squad, and a black cloth will be bounced back -
Lu Sanchun is reporting to the above, considering the use of heavy weapons - of course, this has exceeded the bottom line of some high-level, a very disturbing people, you can call back to the school.
Commander Qin said with a calm voice, wait, Lu Luchun feels that his anxious heart is gradually calming down. He should believe that Lin Luoran is, then wait.
Liu Zheng looked at the shell on the ground, if you think about it, if you can combine the hot weapon with the true means, will the attack power be blessed?
This thought was somewhat whimsical. Liu Zheng smashed the shell and placed it in the sleeve, but accidentally touched the wound on the back of the hand, so that he had to tear the corner of the robes and wrap it around his back.
Uneasy waiting, the midday sun seems to be covered by something, and the long wings cast large shadows on the ground.
A lot of people couldn't help but look up, the looming clouds, the big wings, and Xiaojin, who was a little bigger than before, hovered silently. If you look closely, you will find that it is not only a big circle, but also a cock-like bulge on the top of the head, like a lively "small crown".
The more sturdy figure, the pure golden feathers, the pointed claws of the cold light, the look of Xiaojin is too eye-catching, and the monks present will not call it "Huaxia Shendiao" as the people do. They all know that this is Lin. The uncle of the uncle!
"Is it your left hand?" Liu Zheng muttered to himself, and some were not sure about Lin Luoran's current thinking.
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Everyone trapped in the Textile Institute is more relaxed than the outsiders think.
They all talked with Lin Luoran and even asked about the confusion of ordinary cultivation. Lin Luoran still had a question and answer, and there was a cold sweat in the back. She could just stock it, no more than a teacher taught. Comprehension, some problems have not understood themselves!
What is the question asked by Yan Wenrun? Please, you are not a treasure chest, you can only look at the landlord, repair the real law, you can not learn what you want to learn or not?
If you don't answer it, Wen Runyi stares at himself with a look of adoration. The expression of "I am a fan" label with a face on his face is really called Lin Luoran saying that he can't refuse the words. Fortunately, there is a rush. The scream came and caught everyone's attention. The bat demon finally couldn't understand the ease of everyone and attacked.
coming! Lin Luoran did not know if he would like to thank this time for a good selection and follow the scream.
The monks who were still talking about freedom have been slashing their swords and preparing for the attack.
Unexpectedly, it wasn’t the blood-sucking blood that was sucking blood, nor the bat-like demon that uttered the words... A small face that was sleeping on a pink bed was wrapped in black fog and it seemed to be only a few days old. Occasionally, I have a bubble in my eyes, and if it is not surrounded by dark fog, it is alert. It seems that this is a newborn without threat!
At this moment, how can it be an ordinary newborn? A gold needle condenses at Lin Luoran's fingertips, and she is ready to see what the bat demon is doing.
The baby suddenly giggled, the crunchy voice made people pity, and it lingered in everyone's ear. Wen Runzhen was somewhat confused: "What is this means?"
Yeah, what is this means, suddenly making a baby who looks harmless and smirking at everyone? The bat demon will not do this boring thing, Lin Luoran's fingertips Jin Mang out of the hand, it is the golden needle of the gold spirit, and instantly fell into the group of black fog.
It should have shot the baby, he screamed and screamed, and it turned into intermittent screams. It was long and thin, and it was getting weaker and lighter. He was very worried.
Listening to the sound alone, crying is really pitiful. There are already low-pitched arguments in the monk's ranks. Lin Luoran has a glimpse of the light. It is the two female repairs in the monk's ranks that can be counted as national treasures. The blood is called, and I don’t know what to do next time.
Wen Runxuan left and right, there is no abnormality, some puzzled: "Uncle Shi, will we make a mistake, this child is crying really badly... pain, Jing Ge, you beat me!"
Listening to Wen Run's nonsense, Wen Guanjing reached out and hit his head and told him to shut up.
Wrong? Lin Luoran sneered, that is, Wen Runqi himself licked this needle, can not be a good, an ordinary newborn, on the spot is the common sense, how to have energy to play poor.
However, the eyes of these two little girls repaired her helplessly, as if she was a strange aunt who abused her baby. She ordered to strengthen her alert while whispering a few words in Huang Weijian’s ear.
When the juvenile sees himself, he finally has a place to use. The excitement is beyond words. The more the people step by step, the more difficult the book is, the younger people are in the voice of the voice change and read: "Good rain knows the season -" This is a joy and gentleness The five words, Huang Weijing finished the first sentence, there has been a slight wind in the pen, so gentle, like the spring breeze accompanied by the spring rain, people are full of joy.
The spring breeze blows, it seems that there is no attacking power. However, when Huang Wei’s "When Spring is happening" is finished, the shallow spring breeze goes quietly, and the black fog that has been around the baby is blown away -
The people present are not taking a breath!
This crying poor baby is actually a monster of a personal head bat, it can stay in the air, relying on the pair of wings that keep moving! The two female practitioners who had previously discussed Lin Luoran’s heart were too smashed, and with the view of this monk, the two women’s faces in the two greenhouses were scared.
Seems to be aware of the changes in the mood of the people, the strange baby suddenly opened his eyes.
Both eyes are not eyes and white eyes, they are all blood red, from which direction, they are like staring at you, making people shudder.
Wen Runzhen stuttered: "This, this is, what monster?"
Lin Luoran does not know why it is associated with a large number of missing pregnant women. This strange baby is too coincidental. Is it because the blood family catches the pregnant women, just to create a monster like this? She felt her eyes groaning and couldn't help but hold the luminous flower in her hand.
At this time, can not be by their own temper, Lin Luoran took a deep breath, and hard to say: "Literature brother."
Wen Guanjing and her tacit understanding were cultivated in the side-by-side battle. It was originally better than others to understand her. He gently slid on the ground and jumped out of the crowd, a few meters away from the strange baby, the strange baby. Showing a sly smile, he simply ignored the view of the text, but rushed to the weaker monk.
"Xiao'an!" Lin Luoran did not mess up, Xiao An people have not yet acted, a few paper characters will come out, and the birth of the strange baby forced back to the direction of Wen Guanjing.
Wen Guanjing's fingers quickly turned, and a white practice jumped out of the text view and rolled up to the strange baby.