Chapter 140: :Yanglin Town 52

Upon hearing this, Wei Yan's eyelashes trembled.
There were about twenty mothers and children in the room, and most of them fell to the ground and died. The woman has fallen into madness, she will kill all the people inside, and then go out and kill all the children who are still laughing and playing.
If these evil spirits break their illusion, they can naturally skip this illusion, but...
While hesitating, the person on his shoulders suddenly struggling unpreparedly. Wei Yan didn't notice for a while, and Zheng Quzhi broke free and fell to the ground.
"Zheng Quzhi!" Wei Yan was frightened and angry, and was about to jump off the table to get Zheng Quzhi back, but saw Zheng Quzhi crawling halfway with a carp to the little girl's side.
In front of the little girl, the crazy woman was holding a stool about to smash it down.
Before he could think, Wei Yan closed his eyes fiercely.
When I opened my eyes again, the pupils had already turned red, a red light suddenly appeared, the surrounding things suddenly burned, and the people who were not yet dead kept screaming.
The children's cry of pain and crying also sounded outside, and everything was calm again in just ten seconds. The surrounding environment has also changed, the magnificent hall is in a mess, there are no corpses everywhere, and no cheerful songs.
Zheng Quzhi stared blankly at the place where the little girl was lying on her stomach, his heart beating fiercely. In just a few seconds, he saw the little girl with his painful face burned by a fire, and finally turned into ashes.
But he obviously wanted to save her.
But in the end, he indirectly turned this little girl into ashes. It was he who let Wei Yan use that method.
"Hey!" An unruly voice suddenly sounded, breaking Zheng Quzhi's sadness.
As soon as he looked up abruptly, he saw Wei Yan tugging at his clothes nonsense, his expression disgusting and disbelief. Then he stared at him with an annoyed face, "Shen Qu! What kind of magic have you done! Change me back!"
Zheng Quzhi:? ? ?
"Wei Weiwei... Wei Chen?" For a long time, Zheng Quzhi tentatively called the name.
The man raised his eyebrows suddenly, but his face that was so cold was suddenly showing a lot of vivid expressions out of thin air. He suddenly stretched out his hand and dragged Zheng Quzhi to him. After looking at it for a few times, he suddenly laughed very gloating: "Shen Qu Ah Shen Qu... I didn't expect to see you so embarrassed."
"Wait..." Zheng Quzhi slapped his hand on his collar, "My name is Zheng Quzhi, not the Shen Qu you mentioned."
"Shen Qu, you know the words and songs. That's right!" Wei Chen narrowed his eyes suddenly, glanced around, as if suddenly realized, he bent his eyes and laughed: "How useless he is, this little mess It’s not clean."
Zheng Quzhi frowned unhappily. Why did Wei Chen look so disliked Wei Yan? As a friend of Wei Yan's, Zheng Quzhi certainly couldn't let this person continue to say bad things about Wei Yan, so he sneered: "It seems like you are so useful."
Wei Chen's face was stiff, he glanced at Zheng Quzhi with obscure eyes, and coldly suffocated a few words: "Much more useful than him."
Zheng Quzhi obviously didn't believe it. Although Wei Yan was physically weak, he was still very powerful in his eyes. You can make so many evil spirits acquainted, let him...
and many more……
Zheng Quzhi's pupils shrink slightly, right! That's an evil spirit! No matter how innocent and cute they look, they are already dead. This is just their fantasy.
So, what is he hypocritical?
Ming Ming Wei Yan also emphasized it many times...
"Chen Chen... I know... Mom is here... Don't be afraid... Mom bought you your favorite football..." Suddenly, the woman appeared at the door, this time there was no white dress like before. There is still blood stains on it, and the wounds on his body are still there.
The only difference is that she is holding a football in her hand.
"Not out of the illusion?" Zheng Quzhi's expression suddenly changed, and he asked Wei Chen.
Wei Chen glanced at the woman impatiently, and said unceremoniously: "How can you call my name casually? What kind of mother is not a mother, and want to be my mother? I was born thousands of years ago!"
Junior two!
Zheng Quzhi swallowed, Wei Yan's personality is a good second-year teenager! ! ! !
The woman's eyes changed suddenly. She suddenly raised her hand to cover her head, raised her head and screamed sharply, her bright red eyes stared at Zheng Quzhi and Wei Yan fiercely, and her mouth was screaming: "You also despise me... ...You don't want me..."
Wei Chen's ears tipped his ears and mocked: "I don't want to see who you are, don't you dislike whom you dislike? I advise you to dissipate your grievances as soon as possible, otherwise don't blame me for beating you out!
His mocking expression clearly angered the woman, and the woman screamed and rushed forward, trying to tear the two of them apart.
Zheng Quzhi suddenly realized that this is no longer the illusion of the group of people, but the illusion of this woman.
Here, it's over.
The woman pounced on Wei Chen and threw the football in her hand. The football rolled, suddenly changed direction and rolled towards Zheng Quzhi.
"Fuck!" As soon as Zheng Quzhi lowered his head, he saw that the football had cracked open, revealing a human face inside, which was the man's face! !
One of the man's eyes had been poked by something, and there was something like a tumor, which looked extremely disgusting. Zheng Quzhi resisted retching, climbed up to the table hurriedly, and shouted: "Wei Yan! Wei Yan! This football is perfect!"
Wei Chen was constantly avoiding the woman's attack. Hearing that, he turned around and shouted at Zheng Quzhi: "Don't you like being a fine one?"
Zheng Quzhi: "???" My fucking? ? ?
Seeing that the football jumped up and rushed towards him, Zheng Quzhi's eyelids jumped, and he subconsciously stretched his leg and kicked it directly.
laugh--
It was like kicking into something soft and warm, which reminded Zheng Quzhi of the haunted house. Immediately afterwards, something hot and humid got into the shoes, Zheng Quzhi's face changed and he hurriedly retracted his feet.
But it was too late. The football had bitten his foot tightly, and he couldn't shake it off no matter how much he shakes it. At this moment, Zheng Quzhi thought of Lin Niansi, and that kid should have been injured because of this.
Thinking of Lin Niansi's foot injury, Zheng Quzhi felt a little flustered: "Wei Yan! Wei Yan! You come and save me!"
Wei Chen was kicking the woman to the ground, and raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, "I'm sorry, I'm Wei Chen, not Wei Yan. If you wait for him to save you, please chop off your legs first!"
"Wei Chen! Wei Chen!" Zheng Quzhi's thinking became extremely quick at this time, and he hurriedly shouted. It is strange that although the foot is bitten by this refined football, it does not hurt.