Vol 2 Chapter 362: Waba Jack’s chaotic story begins

Lu Zhengkang and Sergela stood in the darker corner of the dark room.
The bright white light of the car lights flew from outside, projected from the two small glass windows on the door, and cast trapezoidal light spots on the gray-white cement wall, moving, from large to small, disappearing.
Not far from the house is a highway, which is very busy. Even at night, there are many vehicles coming and going, especially some heavy vehicles driving to the city. They are moving and roaring, and the house will tremble.
The winter in Jiangnan was really cold, the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor was only one degree, but the boy slept soundly. He was lying in a comfortable bed with a thick quilt. The red quilt was embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water. This was purchased when his parents got married. For an eight-year-old child, between the bed and the quilt is like a whole new world. He hides inside, exposing his head to face the outside air, which is very safe. You can ignore the cold and noise.
Shergra took a deep breath and sighed slowly. Lu Zhengkang often did this action, but he often sighed like this when he was tired, but he smelled a good meal.
"Oh! It's amazing, a guest friend from another world, ah, you are very calm, this is right, I will not do anything to you, will it? It's just a little..." He held out his index finger With the thumb, there was a gap, "Trick, no, no, don't say that, I will be sad! It's a joke, just a joke, what do you always do with a straight face? Just like me, laugh more!" The corners of the mouth on both sides were cracked open, blood was flowing like tears, and his face was as white as syrup. He smiled presumptuously, and the sleeping boy in the room frowned slightly, as if having a nightmare.
Lu Zhengkang was not angry, he just watched Sergera's performance.
"Next, the audience has it, and the performers are needed. Guess who it will be? Which of us? Or together?" He rubbed his hands in excitement and shook his voice.
"Don't want to guess."
"Give up! Okay, okay, then I have to announce the answer-Dangdang!" Sergera waved, and a door of annihilation appeared and disappeared, leaving a man in a golden evening gown and a sable coat in place. The woman is Serana.
She didn't seem to see Lu Zhengkang, but she asked Sergela, "Where am I? Is Baishan kidnapped by you?"
"Hush hush hush... don't get excited, lovely lady, your beauty is like a midsummer night's shooting stars across the mirror-like lake. In that case, let's play a game, how about?"
"I can't hear the relationship between your words, but your mouth is sweet. Now hand over my lover, or I will have to open your eyes with a cone of ice!" Serana rarely encountered a slot Some people even want to quarrel with madness with such densely packed characters.
"Aw!!!" The mad suddenly jumped into a thunder, "Shut up, humble mortal, who do you think is standing in front of you? It is the great Shergra, the mad god, that mad god! If you disrespect me, I will Lift up your skin and flesh and expose your internal organs to the sun!"
Serrana was shocked, "No wonder..."
Sergera's angry eyes were real chaos and humiliation, his saliva was splashing, and his gray eyes were bloodshot. Apart from anything else, the expression itself is full of lethality. He stared at Serana for a while until he was kicked by Lu Zhengkang in the ass. He suddenly seemed to have been pressed some switch, and laughed, "Ou Phew, your little boyfriend threatened me not to scare you, cut, it's boring!"
Serrana was cautious in her words, "The great mad God Sergera, how can you return my love to me?"
"Simple, simple, you first guess where you are."
Selana turned her head and looked around. There were some old wooden furniture piled up in the room. The splicing of wooden boards was not a high-grade thing. The room itself was not spacious. The bed, wardrobe, desk, bedside table and chair were exactly five pieces. Just count by hand.
The boy on the bed rolled slightly, a little restless.
"Here is your lover's thoughts, you are in his mind! As long as you can wake up this child, he will be able to come back, but now you don't have the ability to cast spells, haha, guess what, what to do "Sergera sucked the blood and saliva from the corner of his mouth.
"Please give us your enlightenment." Serrana found that she couldn't sense the magic energy, and she was surrounded by a magic desert.
"Of course... It's Waba Jack!!!" The mad opened the small suitcase and suddenly pulled out a three-foot-long gray iron rod, straight, with a double-faced portrait with an open mouth at the top. It looks like an abstract Shergra, with a small round pit on the top of his head, and the big mouth is exaggerated to make it transparent, leaving a big hole.
This is the magic artifact of the mad god. It stimulates the energy in it, and a red light ball will be emitted from one end of the wand, and the object or creature hit by it will undergo different changes.
Serrana took the staff and was about to ask something, but saw the madness step back and disappeared into the shadow of the room.
Only the sound of cars going back and forth was left in the room, far away.
Serana activated the staff and hit the light ball on the sleeping boy.
Boom.
In the red light, the boy became a deer head specimen.
Serrana panicked, and successively used her staff to cast spells on the deer head, but it didn't work anymore~EbookFREE.me~ She was a little at a loss. At this time, it was dawn.
The door opened, and a middle-aged woman in an apron opened the door and walked in, sitting on the side of the bed and gently pushing the deer head, "Kangkang, get up, I'm going to be late."
There was no movement from the deer head.
The woman sighed, "Sleep for two more minutes. If you can't afford it, I will drag you up!"
She went out without closing the door. The morning light was neither bright nor clean. Serrana walked out of the door. Here is the balcony corridor. There is a staircase on the right hand side to the first floor. The railing is made of iron and painted green. The paint, but a lot has been eroded away, exposing the rusty iron pipe.
In the distance is a low mountain range, and the sun is still behind the east mountain, just a little bit. The clouds in the sky are so heavy that the skies on the west and south are so gloomy and gloomy that the night is too dense to dissolve. The mountains on the east are dyed by the sun, golden, and the weather looks like a lot. The blue sky is actually not very blue, but Very beautiful, the morning star is shining quietly.
Here is Lu Zhengkang's childhood memories.
There was the busy sound of the kitchen stove downstairs, and the smell of food wafted out of the smoke. Serrana didn't know, thought it would be a delicacy, but in fact it was just the leftovers from last night being put in the pot and blanched.
There was an alley in front of the door, and an old man in white shirt riding a tricycle drove by, yelling, "SellGas" The voice was very long, Serrana couldn’t understand it, but it didn’t hinder her a little. I really like this scream.
The woman returned from the kitchen to the boy's bedroom. She really dragged the deer head out and walked downstairs with the antlers. She complained that a man such a big boy was still lying in bed.
Serrana followed with interest. She knew she hadn't messed up, and let's see what the next story will look like!
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