Small tits, he is a Yan Zhi anchor

"Finch?"

Lu Xinghan's complexion changed suddenly, the hand holding Wu Queque trembled, and the panic that spread to his throat was suppressed in a very short time.

It has to do with spiritual power.

The barrier that appeared at the entrance of the alley could absorb spiritual power, Que Que's spiritual power was unstable now, and he was almost turning back to his original form.

Lu Xinghan held Wu Queque's increasingly illusory wrist, and quickly made a judgment.

Before the policeman who was handling the matter said anything, he turned around and saw Lu Xinghan holding the long-haired boy and leaving quickly.

Lu Xinghan put Wu Queque into the back seat of the car, closed the door, and a ball of light appeared in the palm of his hand, pressing on Wu Queque's chest.

A few minutes later, Wu Queque's pale complexion gradually improved, and he even started to wake up, only then did Lu Xinghan heave a sigh of relief.

The light cluster in the palm of the hand is already weak and invisible, but it is still outputting continuously.

Lu Xinghan didn't stop until Wu Queque opened his eyes, froze for a moment, and hurriedly took his hand away.

Wu Queque stared fixedly at Lu Xinghan's pale face, tears rolling down in strings.

Lu Xinghan leaned on the seat, wanting to stretch out his hand to comfort him, but he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

"Hey, don't cry—"

Before Lu Xinghan finished speaking, Wu Queque's tears flowed even more fiercely.

"Dong dong dong."

The sound of knocking on the car window sounded, and Wu Queque subconsciously raised her eyes to look over, her tears stopped instantly.

"Ding--"

With a soft bang, the window rolled down automatically.

Wu Queque looked at the kind old man outside the window, her nose sore, and she held back her tears, but they didn't fall.

"Grandpa Endless..."

he shouted hoarsely.

Lu Xinghan heard the sound and looked over, and happened to meet the old man outside the window.

The old man had a kind face, but his eyes were extremely sharp.

She has silver hair like snow, wearing a simple robe, full of imposing manner.

"Hello grandpa."

Lu Xinghan croaked along with the witch.

Grandpa Bu Bu nodded slightly, opened the car door and patted Lu Xinghan on the shoulder.

As if the winter is warming up and spring is coming, the strength of the whole body recovers quickly, and the faintly cold body also begins to warm up.

Grandpa and Lu Xinghan exchanged glances, then turned to look at Wu Queque.

As if he had guessed what he was going to ask, Grandpa Bujie took the lead and said: "He is fine now, but his luck will be very low recently, accidents are prone to happen, and he won't be able to recover for a while."

"I'm fine. Bu Zhoushan moved away. Your grandfather Bi Fang is watching, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Oh."

Wu Queque nodded. Although he still had a lot of questions, he couldn't see his grandfather's attitude, so he probably wouldn't tell him.

This is true.

"Here."

"Meet Bai Jin, he asked me to bring it to you."

Grandpa seemed to suddenly think of something, and spread his hands again.

On the palm of his hand lay a light golden round scale.

Wu Queque's eyes lit up, and she immediately put it in Lu Xinghan's palm, and her heart dropped a little.

The impact of low luck on people is sometimes almost fatal.

With this scale, Lu Xinghan can recover his luck much faster.

Unexpectedly, Grandpa didn't stay for too long, as if he just came to check if Wu Queque was okay, and after confirming, he was about to leave.

"I'll look for something more, and I'll visit you when I'm free."

Before leaving, he revealed a little more vaguely, without asking more about the relationship between the two of them.

Wu Queque didn't have time to ask Lu Xinghan about his recovery until Grandpa Bu Bu left.

"It suddenly appeared one day."

Lu Xinghan rubbed Wu Queque's head, and said again: "I have a feeling that I am one step closer to unlocking the seal."

Wu Queque didn't ask any more questions, but just made up her mind to follow Lu Xinghan well during this time.

Not only should he follow Lu Xinghan, but also protect himself.

But accidents always come so unexpectedly.

Not long after the two of them returned to the villa, Shangguan Che called to inform him that the fallen demon had been caught.

With the help of my grandpa.

But that fallen demon didn't say anything, she didn't mention a word about how to increase her spiritual power quickly, or how to restrain her spiritual power from collapsing.

This is undoubtedly a big hidden danger, and there is no guarantee that other monsters will not be confused for a while, and walk on this road of no return.

Wu Queque thought for a few seconds, then suddenly asked: "Is it because of my Bu Zhoushan status that she has been following me?"

Shangguan Che was taken aback, looked through the glass at the fallen demon who was tied up in the room, and said affirmatively, "Yes."

"What... does she want to go to Buzhou Mountain? Or what does Buzhou Mountain have?"

Before Shangguan Che could answer, he asked another question.

"How did she know that I was Bu Zhoushan?"

Regarding the identity, Wu Queque hid it extremely tightly, and even used so little spiritual power that there was basically no possibility of being discovered.

Then, how did the Fallen Demon know his identity?

Shangguan Che couldn't answer, so he hung up the phone hastily, apparently he went to ask the fallen demon again.

Wu Queque put away her phone and thought for a while.

He had an intuition that what Master Zuo Huanxin was doing now had something to do with it.

I just don't know if Shangguan Che and the others can ask.

Lu Xinghan was in the kitchen. After Wu Queque hung up the phone, the wind outside suddenly picked up, and the curtains were blown up.

"Bam—"

At the same time, there was a muffled sound from the bedroom upstairs, as if something had fallen.

Wu Queque went upstairs holding her mobile phone, only to find that the clothes hanger in the bedroom had fallen down.

How can the clothes hanger fall down?

Wu Queque stood up suspiciously, suddenly her head buzzed, and her whole body felt cold.

As if in an instant, thick black smoke rushed up the stairs from downstairs.

Wu Queque quickly turned around and ran down the stairs. The living room downstairs was already full of thick smoke, and the kitchen was even more glowing.

"Lu Xinghan?"

Wu Queque panicked and rushed in recklessly.

There was no one in the kitchen.

Lu Xinghan came out?

This thought only appeared for a moment, and was dismissed by Wu Queque.

If Lu Xinghan came out, he would definitely look for him. Lu Xinghan knew about him going upstairs.

But now he didn't see Lu Xinghan.

The fire in the kitchen burned more and more fiercely, and in just a dozen seconds, it climbed up to the eaves at an incredible speed.

The kitchen became a big steamer.

Wu Queque choked on the thick smoke, but the thin spiritual power in his body was not enough for him to support a protective shield.

He wanted to keep the remaining original spiritual power for Lu Xinghan.

"Lu Xinghan?"

Wu Queque raised her volume, but she still didn't get a half-answer.

Suddenly, something seemed to hit under his feet, Wu Queque lowered his head, and saw a small animal covered with black scales, with a pair of small horns and a tail at his feet.

It is an animal that cannot exist in the world.

Wu Queque's heart moved, she quickly lowered her head and picked up the little animal.

His intuition told him that it was Lu Xinghan.

The fire in the kitchen was getting hotter and hotter, so Wu Queque didn't stay any longer, and after bending down to protect Lu Xinghan, she ran outside.

After leading Lu Xinghan away from the kitchen, the fire in the kitchen was poked down like a bluffing paper tiger.

There is no longer any menacing appearance before.

But Wu Queque didn't care so much, after finding a safe place to put Lu Xinghan down, he began to inject spiritual power into Lu Xinghan.

Generally, monsters change from human form to prototype, basically because of lack of spiritual power.

If you lose enough spiritual power, you can recover.

But Lu Xinghan left with a lack of spiritual power, and Wu Queque transported it for a while before seeing the little monster Lu Xinghan re-formed into a human form.

Ordinary monster prototypes are always much more resistant to the harsh external environment. Before Lu Xinghan woke up, Wu Queque checked him to make sure there was no harm before sitting down.

"Are you awake?"

"Are there any discomforts?"

As soon as Lu Xinghan opened his eyes, a familiar voice came from his ear.

It was as if some shackles had been opened in his body, and Lu Xinghan could almost feel the continuous spiritual power pouring into his body from the outside world.

But, no memory yet.

Lu Xinghan shook his head, "No discomfort."

"The seal has been released, but the memory has not been restored."

Wu Queque nodded and wanted to say something, but saw Lu Xinghan sitting up abruptly, his pupils shrinking slightly.

"how?"

Wu Queque was puzzled, turned around in doubt, but saw herself in the mirror.

Her fair face was blackened by the thick smoke, and her clothes were also stained, with a choking smell of smoke and a strange smell.

Wu Queque has not yet figured out what the strange smell is?As soon as the body is deflected, there is an answer.

Wu Queque sat blankly, touching her hair in disbelief, her hands were no longer as smooth as before, but rough and burnt in different lengths.

Wu Queque looked at herself in the mirror, like a frame

He looked at Lu Xinghan, and before he could speak, he took the initiative to say: "It seems that I have to experience the feeling of short hair in advance, I don't know if it will be cooler."

As Wu Queque said, she wanted to touch her head, but she raised her hand halfway, and quickly retracted it as if she had been stabbed by a needle.

"I don't know if the fire in the kitchen has gone out? I'll go down and have a look. You have a good rest."

Lu Xinghan clenched the hand hanging by his side, seeing him hastily turn around and walk out the door, he couldn't hold back a small sob.

The room was silent, Lu Xinghan stretched out his hand, trying to condense the white light again, but failed.

He got up and walked out quietly.

The fire in the downstairs kitchen had spontaneously extinguished.

There was no reason for the fire to come, and there was no reason for it to go out.Most of the kitchen was burned down, but there was no news of it.

It was as if the fire never happened.

Lu Xinghan walked towards the bathroom following the intermittent sobs, and saw Wu Queque was carefully trimming his long hair with small scissors in front of the mirror.

There were already a lot of cut long hair scattered around, Lu Xinghan stared at the scattered hair, did not enter the door, and tried again to condense a white light ball in the palm of his hand.

Cohesion - failure -

Cohesion - failure -

Cohesion - failure -

……

After repeating this countless times, a small ball of white light finally appeared on the palm of his hand, and before Lu Xinghan raised his hand, it quickly extinguished and disappeared.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ugly..."

Wu Queque put down the scissors, looked at herself in the mirror, paused for two or three seconds, and couldn't stop crying.

He doesn't have beautiful long hair anymore...

"It's not ugly, it's beautiful."

Lu Xinghan's voice was hoarse, and there seemed to be a cloud of thick ink in his eyes, which he couldn't get rid of.

Wu Queque was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly wiped her tears with her hands.

"I'm not uncomfortable, I just got smoked, and I didn't recover."

He emphasized.

Lu Xinghan didn't respond, he knelt down and carefully collected the hair scattered on the ground for him, then raised his hand to embrace him, stroking his hair which was only a little longer than his shoulders over and over again.

"You look good no matter what you look like."

His voice became hoarse, "Are you going to take wedding photos?"