Kexue Magician

Chapter 69 The Law of Flying
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"The familiar feeling is back..."

Monk Tianyong wearing a Tengu mask once again felt the long-lost power that does not belong to the human world, and his eyes flashed a faint red light.

He carried the unconscious Xiu Nian on his shoulders and stood up.

Slowly, without any movement, he flew upwards like anti-gravity.

"Flying! Man's dream of conquering the sky!"

"It's being realized in me right now, this is the breath of freedom to fly... Unfortunately, it can't last for too long."

Soon, Monk Tianyong's waist was at the same height as the beam. He used Xiu Nian's palms and feet to imprint a few handprints and footprints on the dusty beam, and then tied the other end of the hemp rope in the middle of the beam.

Then, he released Xiu Nian from his hand.

"Uh uh uh uh uh uh..."

The feeling of suffocation and the pain of being strangled wake up the unconscious Xiu Nian.

His face was flushed, the veins around his temples were protruding, his hands were tightly grasping the rope around his neck, and his eyeballs were protruding as if they were about to fall out.

"Stop struggling, Xiu Nian, just wait for death obediently."

Monk Tianyong, who was wearing a foggy dog ​​mask, said viciously, while his body slowly fell down.

It's the host's voice!

In an instant, Xiu Nian understood everything. It turned out that the legend of Wutiangou was not completely false. The host used Wutiangou's flying ability to hang his brother Zhongnian to death. The host is the real monster!
Seeing that the flying height of killing brothers and enemies is about to be lower than her knees, a thought suddenly flashed in Xiu Nian's mind.

Xiu Nian gave up struggling, he grabbed the rope above his head with both hands, shook his body violently, and then kicked the long nose of Wutiangu's mask just in time.

Because the foggy dog ​​mask on Monk Tianyong's face was not tied with a rope, but was worn in a concave-convex shape that matched the face, so after the mask was kicked, the mask was separated from Monk Tianyong's face under the action of external force .

Monk Tianyong turned pale with fright, he reached out to grab the kicked Wutiangu mask, but failed.

"Oh!"

Monk Tianyong, who had lost the ability to fly, fell to the floor from a height of about nine meters, making a dull crashing sound.

Brother, I avenged you!
Xiu Nian, who was hung on the beam, smiled distortedly, and then swallowed her last breath.

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in the room.

Mao Lilan woke up suddenly, she seemed to feel a slight vibration in a vague way.

She looked at Conan who was sleeping soundly on the left, and then at Feng Chu who was also sleeping soundly. She breathed a sigh of relief and thought to herself—it shouldn't be an earthquake, after all, Conan and the others were still sleeping soundly.

So, Mao Lilan lifted the quilt, covered her head and prepared to continue sleeping.

"Hurr, snort, snort..."

In the silent night, Kogoro Mori's snoring sounded continuously, and it was transmitted to Mao Lilan's ears very clearly through the quilt, making her even more sleepless.

Flip after flip, Mao Lilan felt that she couldn't sleep.

At this moment, she finally understood why Conan often complained at home, saying that Uncle Maori's snoring made him lose sleep many times.

Mao Lilan stuck her head out again, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes, feeling more and more anxious.

"It especially likes young girls with thin skin and tender flesh, just like this girl here!"

The words of the host Tianyong, who has a long nose like a foggy dog, kept echoing in Mao Lilan's mind, making her, who was about to go to the bathroom alone, instantly frightened, and her body couldn't help shivering.

"Conan, Conan, Conan!"

Mao Lilan shook Conan, and the voice gradually became louder until Conan was awakened from his deep sleep.

"Xiaolan... Sister, what happened?"

Conan, who was in a daze, was a little confused. When he saw Mao Lilan's pretty face, he almost revealed his identity. Fortunately, he finally woke up in time and rounded up his words.

"Conan, do you want to go to the bathroom? If you are afraid, I can accompany you~"

Mao Lilan's eyes were bent into a crescent shape, and there was a sweet smile on her friendly face, but her words were a bit forceful.

Xiaolan, this reason is too bad!

When I fell asleep, I didn't feel the urge to urinate, but when I woke up, I clearly felt some internal urgency. In this situation, the corners of Conan's mouth couldn't help twitching a few times. He rubbed his eyes, sat up and said, "Okay, I'll I was about to go to the bathroom too."

However, Conan is so small, if there is a foggy tengu, can he stop it?
Although Conan agreed, Mao Lilan still didn't feel safe enough.

So she did the same thing and used the same excuse to wake up Kogoro Mori and Fengchu from their sleep.

The three men Fengchu, Maoli Kogoro and Conan looked at each other, but when they saw the lovely and pitiful Mao Lilan, they could only sigh in their hearts - Xiaolan is so cute, what else can we do, we can only choose to forgive her!
After the strong lineup was assembled, Mao Lilan finally left the guest room with peace of mind and went to the bathroom.

On the way, Mao Lilan couldn't help saying: "Father, brother Fengchu, Conan, didn't you feel the vibration like an earthquake when you were sleeping?"

"No, sister Xiaolan." Conan said.

"Ah... In my opinion, you must be dreaming about an earthquake!" Mori Kogoro yawned loudly, speechless.

Feng Chu frowned slightly, and said thoughtfully, "Xiao Lan, are you sure you feel right?"

Mao Lilan raised her head slightly as if thinking, and said, "Yeah, I did feel the vibration, as if it came from the room facing the wall."

Just as I was talking, I arrived at the bathroom.

2 minute later.

The four of Kogoro Mori walked back to the guest room the same way, and continued the topic just now.

"Xiaolan, maybe you are too nervous. You are always suspicious when you hear the legend of monsters." Mori Kogoro said.

"Yes, sister Xiaolan, Wutiangou has nothing to be afraid of." Conan said with his head resting on his hands.

Mao Lilan put her hips on her hips and refused to admit defeat: "Father, Conan, I'm not afraid!"

Yes yes yes, you are not afraid!
Mori Kogoro and Conan were speechless, and the lessons of history told them-don't try to reason with women.

Feng Chu joked: "Maybe Xiaolan is a princess, because no one has such delicate skin except a real princess."

real princess?
Isn't this the story of "The Princess and the Pea"?

After receiving such high praise, Mao Lilan blushed and said, "No, how could I be a princess..."

No, Xiaolan, you are my princess!

Conan looked up at Mao Lilan, who was blushing and charming, and praised sincerely in his heart, with a bewildered expression on his face.

Mori Kogoro squinted at Fengchu, is this kid molesting Xiaolan?

After returning to the guest room, everyone covered the quilts again to sleep.

After about two hours.

Feng Chu got up quietly, left the guest room, and walked towards the room facing the wall.

When he came to the room facing the wall, Feng Chu, who was a man of high art, couldn't help but be surprised, because Monk Tianyong was lying on the dried blood with a terrified face, and Xiu Nian was hung on the beam, and it looked like he was dead. Thoroughly.

Feng Chu touched the floor and wall in the corner.

There is no trace of water, how did Xiu Nian be hoisted up?Could it be that monk Tianyong can fly like a foggy dog?
With this thought in mind, Feng Chu immediately noticed the foggy dog ​​mask on the other corner of the wall, then walked over to pick it up, and used his magic power to feel it carefully.

"This is the law of flying!"

Feng Chu's eyes were bright, and he whispered in surprise.

Not much to say, Feng Chu immediately walked out of the room facing the wall to look around, and when he found no one was there, he immediately closed the door of the room facing the wall.

"Ingest!"

Feng Chu condenses magic power on his index finger, draws a magic circle in the air and absorbs the rules, and then stores the rules in the jade pendant.

After putting away the jade pendant, Feng Chu took out his white gloves and put them on, wiped the places on the mask that he pressed, and then put the mask back to its original position.

In the end, Feng Chu quietly returned to the guest room to sleep again as if nothing had happened.

(End of this chapter)