I am a teacher in heaven

Chapter 202

Qiu Meng is also considered a big guy.

Its strength cannot be described with the word 'small'.

But at the moment.

He found that after he was caught by Zhang Nanzhi, even though all the muscles in his body were in an explosive state, his heart was still full of despair.

That is simply not a power that a person can have.

Under Zhang Nanzhi's hands, he was like an orangutan Tarzan holding a chick that had just hatched.

He is that little chick!

Qiu Meng could only watch as Zhang Nanzhi's fangs bit down on his neck.

But it is at this very moment.

Zhang Nanzhi's fangs stopped when they were still ten centimeters away from Qiu Meng's neck.

No matter how low Zhang Nanzhi's throat was, or how hard he struggled, it was still difficult to move forward.

A big hand was blocking Zhang Nanzhi's chin.

Zhang Nanzhi's eyes were red, and he had already lost his mind.

She growled, howled, and wanted to pounce.

But in front of that big hand, everything is in vain!
Finally, Zhang Nanzhi changed direction.

She started to rush towards the owner of the big hand, that is, Qin Lang.

"Snapped!"

The strength of Qin Lang's palm increased sharply, and he directly pushed Zhang Nanzhi back onto the bed.

Zhang Nanzhi was struggling crazily.

It's a pity that Qin Lang is as stable as Mount Tai, no matter how Zhang Nanzhi struggles, it is difficult to get out of trouble.

In the end, Zhang Nanzhi's strength was almost exhausted.

Qin Lang then slowly let go, took out a bottle of Yuegong Xianjiu, and fed it to Zhang Nanzhi in small mouthfuls.

I don't know if it was the effect of Yuegong Xianniang, but Zhang Nanzhi seemed to have calmed down.

The scarlet in the eyes also faded a lot.

However, he still looked at Qin Lang with some confusion in his eyes.

As if trying to search for something to remember.

"Come on, open your mouth!"

Qin Lang whispered.

He took out the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes from Chang'e Fairy.

With just one piece, the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus fills the room.

Zhang Nanzhi opened his mouth obediently.

Go down in one bite.

The confusion in her eyes seemed to have dissipated a little.

Qin Lang sighed softly, he was still careless.

would lead to such a result.

"Qiu Meng, I still have a bottle of Yuegong Xianjiu here, you take it out first, and when the fifteen people in the research institute can control it, give each one a mouthful!"

"Remember, not too much!"

Qin Lang ordered.

In any case, Yuegong Xianjiu is always a rare treasure of the fairy family, and the spiritual energy contained in it is still extremely huge.

If ordinary people drink too much, it may cause extremely serious consequences.

It's even possible that the aura explodes.

As for Zhang Nanzhi.

Before the cat's soul was separated from the body, Qin Lang used the peach pit of the flat peach as the soul, which has subtly changed Zhang Nanzhi's physique.

Therefore, a little spiritual energy is also good for her.

and.

Qin Lang still vaguely guessed.

Zhang Nanzhi was able to persist for so long without completely losing his mind, and it should have something to do with the peach pit.

Qiu Meng took the order and left.

Zhang Nanzhi ate a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

The whole person's face looked much ruddy.

Even the nails that started to grow crazily stopped.

Only the two fangs at the corners of the mouth looked a little obvious.

Soon.

Zhang Nanzhi let out an even breathing sound.

Qin Lang did not leave.

No one can guarantee that Zhang Nanzhi will not have a sudden attack in the future.

At least, he can't leave until Taishang Laojun finds a way.

Inside the hospital, it was quiet.

suddenly.

The door of the ward was pushed open, and a small head poked in.

Red boy!
He looked at Qin Lang with some embarrassment.

"Well, Mr. Qin... I'm sorry, I failed to protect my wife!"

Qin Lang shook his head, took out a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and handed it over.

"I don't blame you for this, you have already stopped Zhao Wushun, and I asked Taishang Laojun to notify you, and I also stopped Zhao Wushun, you have already done it!"

"Can……"

Hong Haier didn't pick up the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, but he still had an apology on his face.

"Eat it!"

Qin Lang pointed to the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Hong Haier sniffed, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Chang'e Fairy's sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

In the next second, he was not polite at all, took the sweet-scented osmanthus pastry all at once, swallowed it directly, and then licked his fingers carefully again.

In the end, he still looked eagerly at Qin Lang's remaining two sweet-scented osmanthus cakes!

A box of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes is only four yuan!
Zhang Nanzhi ate a piece, Honghaier ate a piece...

Qin Lang planned to try it himself.

But he couldn't bear to see the red boy's eager eyes.

He took out one piece, split it in the middle, and handed it to Honghaier.

Before Qin Lang put the half in his mouth, Hong Hai'er had already swallowed the half, still staring eagerly.

"Forehead……"

Qin Lang was a little embarrassed to eat again.

After thinking about it, I handed it to Honghaier.

"Hee hee, thank you, Teacher Qin, then I'll be rude!"

Red Boy swallowed the rest.

Qin Lang quickly put away the last piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

"Speak the truth!"

He quickly changed the topic, otherwise, Honghaier would have to stare at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and drool.

"Yes!"

Hong Haier smiled and said, "That Zhao Wushun you mentioned is here, I caught it, and on his body, I did find a kind of puppet mark!"

As he said that, Hong Haier waved his palm, and a light and shadow appeared out of thin air.

Qin Lang recognized it, it was the puppet mark on the big bat.

"However, I found a more interesting thing in him!"

Red Boy said suddenly.

Qin Lang looked at Honghaier.

I saw that the red boy took out a small black bug from his pocket.

"This little bug was discovered in Zhao Wushun's brain, and it was hidden very deeply. If I hadn't had a keen sense of spirit, I might not even have been able to find it!"

Qin Lang looked at it.

The worm looked weird, with many small feet, and each small foot had a barb.

The mouthparts are sharp, and at this moment, they are curling up into a ball.

He didn't know what the bug was.

Hong Hai'er said, "At first, I didn't even know what this bug was!"

"But I just went back to the Bajiao Cave in Cuiyun Mountain, my mother knows it!"

Red Boy said.

Princess Iron Fan?

Qin Lang's expression turned serious.

"This worm first lived in the ancient prehistoric era. It is a kind of Gu worm. It was used in conjunction with the ancient Gu technique. Its name is Lice Gu worm!"

The red boy continued, "This kind of bug can lurk in the human body. If there is no corresponding voodoo technique, it will not wake up for a lifetime, but my mother checked this bug, and it woke up just twelve days ago. once!"

Qin Lang frowned.

"That is to say, twelve days ago, someone manipulated Zhao Wushun with a Gu technique?"

Hong Haier nodded, "Yes, and this kind of lice are very difficult to get. From ancient times to now, they are already on the verge of extinction, and there are very few existing ones..."

Qin Lang's face was gloomy.

He began to count.

Time moves forward twelve days.

What are you doing.

and many more!

Suddenly Qin Lang seemed to think of something.

That big bat!
it told itself.

More than ten days ago, Zhao Wushun suddenly went to the castle.

Coincidentally, at that time, Zhao Wushun encountered a big bat that sucked the blood of Gray Dragon's mistress dry.

At that time, he was going to suck Zhao Wushun dry, but Zhao Wushun was so frightened that he pulled his crotch, and he lost interest...

Is it?

Qin Lang immediately made a call.

"Qiu Meng, investigate Zhao Wushun's information for me, especially, where did he go twelve days ago!"

(End of this chapter)