This piece of paper flies in the air like a kite.

No wind blew in, but this yellow paper flew into the house from the window for no reason, and it kept floating in the air and slowly flying.

Wang Qilin stared at the paper, showed a malicious sneer on his face, and reached out to touch the demon sword beside him.

Then, the yellow paper swayed and flew out again!

Wang Qilin was depressed, what does this mean?

He wanted to see what the yellow paper was going to do, so he didn't use a knife to chop it down, but instead looked out of the window and stared at the yellow paper.

The yellow paper fell to the ground in an ordinary way.

Like many yellow papers that have fallen on the ground.

Wang Qilin had no choice but to return to the bed and lay down.

After lying for a while, the fog became richer again, the sky was dim, and the sun was setting.

He changed his position and lay on the bed. As a result, he had just changed his position, Ba Miao stretched out his claws and stepped on his back.

So he subconsciously turned back—

A piece of yellow paper was like waiting for him to turn back, and this thing appeared inexplicably behind his head!

After he turned around, the yellow paper suddenly became muddy!

Very strong!

He subconsciously thought of a trick that the naughty boy in the village bullied him when he was a child, which was to make a bun of mud in his hand to make a cake shape, then hide it behind him and walk in front of him, waved his hand and patted the cake on his face!

This is the situation now.

The incident was so sudden that he didn't react and was immediately hit.

When this piece of paper was pasted, he was very strong, and he was lying on the bed and looking back. In this way, he was so stumped that he subconsciously broke his head back, and almost broke his neck!

He subconsciously wanted to shout out the flying sword, but the paper was very strange. After it was stuck on his face, it blocked his mouth that looked up!

Don’t say you can’t speak, or even breathe!

Eight meows scratched, ninety six screamed, and ten hee saw that the situation was not good and he got into his chest.

After Wang Qilin was blocked by yellow paper, he felt like he was being dragged into a quagmire, and something started to squeeze his whole body from his face!

Ten heys entered his body, and he moved it into his mouth in a flash, then opened his mouth and let out a breath!

A mouthful of mist sprayed out.

At the same time, he quickly pinched the eight Tianlong Sword Formation with both hands, the Golden-winged Bird, Asura, and Yasha rushed out!

The yellow paper that was stuck on his face suddenly shattered, and then he felt a tingling pain on his face.

He quickly sat up and tore the yellow paper open, and there was a blood mark on the yellow paper.

Ba Miao, who was holding his claws, was stunned. It looked carefully at Wang Qilin's handsome face, then silently withdrew its knife-like nails, and silently withdrew its extended claws.

Wang Qilin knew that he had broken his appearance without looking at it, so he must have scratched Ba Meow.

But the responsibility is not Ba Meow. Ba Meow wants to save him, the responsibility is evil!

He threw away the yellow paper and looked at the left and right angrily, and then saw a lot of yellow paper beside him!

Some yellow paper fell on the bed, while some yellow paper fell from him.

So he recalled the terrifying feeling just now - it seemed like he had fallen into the mud, and from the beginning of his face, he was entangled with things all over his body.

Obviously he was just entangled by yellow paper.

But where did so much yellow paper come from?

He thought of the yellow paper on the ground outside the window, so he quickly lay down at the window and looked out.

An old face quietly raised under the window, as if he had just gone to the window to peek at him...

Old, old, full of wrinkles and old spots...

The eyes are cloudy and the expression is mournful...

The sound of the demon sword being sheathed is as crisp as a dragon's roar!

A knife flashed, and the old woman with wrinkles and old spots on her face was split into two pieces!

Then it floated and burned again.

This old woman is a human skin, or a very realistic portrait!

Wang Qilin took a breath and sat back.

A strong enemy!

He looked at Ba Miao and Jiuliu and asked, "What happened just now?"

Ba Miao tilted her head and stared at her for a while, then pressed Jiuliu and let it lie on the bed, and then turned a small tail into a flat film and hung it on the back of Jiuliu's head. At this time, it stretched out its claws and patted Jiuliu's back.

Wang Qilin understood: "After Dad lay down, a piece of paper floated in and appeared on the back of his father's head?"

Ba Miao tilted her head again, and the fat face was wrinkled very much.

This means it doesn't understand what's going on.

Wang Qilin understood again: "After dad lay down, a piece of paper suddenly appeared on the back of his head?"

Eight cat nodded hurriedly.

Wang Qilin nailed the yellow paper to the bed with a demon knife, and wiped the wound on his face.

Ba Miao was really anxious just now. The yellow paper was very strange. At first, it couldn't be torn apart after it was pressed on his face, so Ba Miao's lower claws became fierce.

As a result, I don’t know if it was the fog or the Six Heavenly Dragons that destroyed it, but it became very fragile in an instant. In this way, Ba Miao went up with one claw and opened his handsome face.

Wang Qilin held Ba Miao in his arms and started to rub it. He recalled what happened after Huang Pingzi appeared, and suddenly realized something:

Just now, the first yellow paper came in and went out floatingly. He felt strange but didn't realize something was wrong. Actually, now I think this thing is just a spy?

It comes in and out, does it seem like it is investigating its own situation?

There was also the old face he was on his back under the window. He recalled carefully and immediately thought of the deadly face he saw on the top of the cave when he came in.

In this way, he knew that this should be the appearance of Honglian Wusheng’s old mother!

This old lady has taken action and is going to deal with him!

He was waiting for the day, sitting at the window, looking at the dense fog outside.

Six flying swords were scattered in front of him, and the demon sword was held in his hand and placed horizontally on his knees.

Ba Miao hid in his back with Tinglei in his mouth, while Jiuliu was protected by him.

In short, he was armed to the teeth and also included Ba Miao and Jiuliu in the protection circle.

But no abnormality appeared again.

Only occasionally does the wind blow, and the yellow paper in the bedroom will float a few times with the wind.

The wind in this place is not strong and intermittent.

Wang Qilin wondered whether to send a signal to call Xie Hata and the others out, but hesitated for a while and felt that he could not rely too much on others. He was already in the seventh level and was already very powerful. Some things must be solved by himself!

Fall against the wall, and against the old lady!

He sat down for a while without waiting for abnormality. When his heart moved, he patted Jiuliu's little head and closed his eyes:

The appearance of the yellow paper just now seemed like the result of a path exploration, so is Honglian Wusheng's mother monitoring him?

If he is monitoring him, is it better for him to reveal some flaws?

This is called fishing.

He is now an angler.

But there is a saying in the fishing circle, "Agitators may know everything, but they can't catch fish!"

Although he closed his eyes, his mind was tense, and six flying swords could fly at any time.

Helplessly - there is no exception!

Or he did not find any abnormality, but the abnormality actually appeared - Jiuliu discovered something, and its ears began to tremble and became restless.

Wang Qilin suddenly opened his eyes.

Everything was fine in the room.

It was still only the mountain wind that blew in by chance.

He looked down at Jiuliu, who shook his ears and tilted his head to give him a distressed expression.

Honglian Wusheng’s old mother is very difficult to deal with!

Wang Qilin looked out the window and inside the house with concern.

The fog outside the window was rich, like a cloud of smoke locking the village.

Inside the house...
To be continued...