Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality Chapter 268: Crying baby
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When the big shady suddenly came up, wrapping up the entire abandoned campus of the Textile College, the monks who stayed outside were unable to detect the situation and were even more panicked than the monks inside.
Why is there such a **** cloth? No one would have understood that such a big deal has exceeded their cognition, and a white mist has shrouded beyond the fence, forcing everyone to retreat and expanding the encirclement. When Liu Zheng thought of Lin Luoran being trapped in it, he didn't know how dangerous the situation was, and he was more worried than others.
He tried several attacks, all of them seemed to be absorbed by the black cloth, and there were no scratches at all.
The sniper rifle that can give headshots to the blood race will be bounced back when hit in black cloth——
Lu Sanchun was reporting to him, considering the use of heavy weapons-of course, this has exceeded the bottom line of some high-level officials, and if one sentence disturbs the people too much, he can call Lieutenant Colonel Lu back.
Commander Qin said in a calm voice, wait, wait, Lu Sanchun felt his anxious heart gradually settled down. He should believe that Lin Luoran is, so wait a moment.
Liu Zheng looked at the bullet shells on the ground thoughtfully. If we can combine thermal weapons with cultivation methods, will the attack power be blessed?
This thought was a bit whimsical. Liu Zheng picked up the bullet case and put it in his sleeve, but he accidentally affected the wound on the back of his hand, so that he had to pull off a corner of the robe and wrap it around the back of his hand.
Waiting restlessly, the noon sun seemed to be blocked by something, and the long wings cast a large shadow on the ground.
Many people couldn't help but raise their heads, the looming clouds, the wings spread out, and Xiaojin, who was a circle bigger than before, hovered quietly. If you look carefully, you will find that it is not only a circle larger, but also a crown of chicken on the top of the head, like a vivid "little crown".
A more vigorous figure, pure golden feathers, sharp claws on the wings of the cold light, Xiaojin's appearance is too eye-catching, naturally the monks present will not call it the "Chinese Divine Sculpture" like the public, they all know, This is a bird raised by Uncle Lin!
"Is it the one you left behind?" Liu Zheng muttered to himself, a little uncertain about Lin Luoran's current thoughts.
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The situation of the people trapped in the Textile Institute is more relaxed than the left-behind staff outside thought.
They all talked to Lin Luoran all the time, and even asked some questions about the usual practice. Lin Luoran still had questions and answers at the beginning, and she was sweating cold afterwards. She just had a little inventory, not better The cultivators taught by the master have not figured out some problems by themselves!
Look at what Wen Runlan asked, arranging the formation? Please, your Master Lin is not a treasure chest in the end of the world. You can just look at the original poster and cultivate thousands of ways, and you can't learn what you want to learn.
If you don’t answer, Wen Runlan stared at herself with admiration, the expression with the label "I am a fan" all over her face, which really made Lin Luoran unable to say rejection. Fortunately at this time, A rush of screams came, attracting everyone's attention, the bat demon finally couldn't understand the ease of everyone, and attacked.
coming! Lin Luoran didn't know whether to thank you for choosing the right time, and looked down the scream.
The monks who were still freely discussing the Taoism before, all pinched their seals and set their swords, ready to attack.
Unexpectedly, what appeared was not the blood-sucking blood, nor the bat demon who vomited words... A small pink face sleeping peacefully was wrapped in black mist, and it looked like he was only born. For a few days, I closed my eyes and occasionally vomited bubbles. If it weren't for him to be suspended in mid-air wrapped in black mist, this is alarming. It seems that this is a completely threatening newborn!
How could it be an ordinary newborn baby who appeared at this moment... A golden needle was condensed at Lin Luoran's fingertips, and she was going to see what the bat demon was doing.
The baby suddenly giggled, and the crisp voice was pitiful, and it lingered in everyone's ears. Wen Runlan was a little confused: "What is this means?"
Yeah, what kind of a method is this to suddenly make a harmless-looking baby and smirk at everyone? The bat demon would never do such boring things. The golden light on Lin Luoran's fingertips let go. It was a golden needle transformed by the spiritual power of the gold element, and it instantly sank into the black mist.
It should be that the baby was shot. He cried sharply, and then turned into intermittent wailing, long and thin, getting weaker and weaker, and it was very worrying.
Just listening to the voice, crying really pitiful, there are already low voices in the monk team here, Lin Luoran has a glimpse of the two female monks who can be regarded as national treasures in the monk team. High, just call it blood, and I don't know what to do this time.
Wen Runlan looked left and right, there was nothing unusual, and she was a little puzzled: "Uncle Master, can we make a mistake? This child is crying so terribly...it hurts, why are you hitting me?"
Hearing Wen Runlan's nonsense, Wen Guanjing reached out and hit him on the head, telling him to shut up.
Make a mistake? Lin Luoran sneered. It was Wen Runlan who had suffered the injection and couldn't please. It is common sense for an ordinary newborn to be killed on the spot. How could he still have the energy to play pitiful.
However, the expressions in the eyes of these two little sisters really made her helpless, as if she was a strange aunt who abused babies. While she ordered to be more alert, she whispered a few words in Huang Weijian's ear.
The young man saw that he finally had a place for his abilities, and his excitement was beyond words. The more the crowd took a step forward, he picked up a book, and slowly said with the young man’s voice in a changing voice: "Good rain knows the season--" This is a poem. With the joyful and gentle five words, Huang Weijian finished the first sentence, and there was a slight wind in the pen, so soft, just like the spring breeze in the poem accompanied by the spring rain, which makes people full of joy.
The spring breeze was blowing and blowing, and it seemed to have no offensive power, but when Huang Weijian finished reading "When spring is happening", the shallow spring breeze quietly went away, blowing away the black mist that had been surrounding the baby——
Everyone here took a breath!
This poor crying baby turned out to be a monster with a human head and a bat body. It can stay in the air, thanks to its constantly stirring wings! The two female sisters who had previously talked about Lin Luoran's heart being too cruel were slapped in the face, and the shocking observations made the faces of the female sisters in the two greenhouses turn pale.
As if perceiving the changes in everyone's emotions, Wei Ying suddenly opened his eyes.
The eyes and whites of the eyes are all blood-red in both pupils. From any direction, they seem to be staring at you, making people shudder.
Wen Runlan stammered: "This, what kind of monster is this?"
Lin Luoran thought of a large number of missing pregnant women for some reason. This strange baby appeared too coincidental. Could it be that the blood race caught those pregnant women to create... such a monster? She felt her eyes astringent, and she couldn't help holding the luminous flower in her hand tightly.
At this time, I can't rely on my own temperament. Lin Luoran took a deep breath and said with difficulty: "Senior Wen."
Wen Guanjing's tacit understanding with her was cultivated by fighting side by side. He knew her better than others. He lightly dropped on the ground, jumped out of the crowd, and landed a few meters in front of the strange infant. The strange-looking baby showed a grinning smile and ignored the literary view at all, but instead rushed at the weaker monk.
"Xiao'an!" Lin Luoran didn't get into a mess. Before Xiao'an took any action, a few pieces of paper talisman broke out, and Shengsheng forced the strange baby back to the Wenguan scene.
Wen Guanjing flipped his fingers quickly, and a white line jumped out of Wen Guanjing's hand and rolled towards the strange baby.