I can't get enough to feed you

In just one sentence, Ji Xuanyuan emerged from the mound of dirt. The Yellow Sea was cool at night, and Ji Xuanyuan stood in a remote place facing the sea. The young people of the Kong family should also be at the Yellow Sea at this moment, but they don’t know where. But there is no need to meet.

Ji Xuanyuan quietly looked at the sea at night. A few minutes before midnight, he stretched out his hand, holding a small white paper crane in the palm of his hand. The white thousand paper crane stood in the dark night. The Chinese and white ones are extraordinarily cold, perhaps because of the ancient Chinese tradition, and the white ones always look a little ominous.

Ji Xuanyuan touched his pocket and took out a watch. There used to be a pocket watch, but unfortunately it was lost somewhere along with his suitcase during the most chaotic period.

The hour and minute hands of the watch moved slowly, all pointing to the position of twelve. Ji Xuanyuan looked at the paper crane in his hand, and the invisible power in the air gathered in the form of filaments. The white surface of the thousand paper cranes emitted a pale green light. Lively performing in the middle of the night what is haunted, the paper crane flapped its paper wings twice, and the thousand paper cranes flew up slowly.

Putting away the watch, Ji Xuanyuan put his hands in his pockets. The source of the power is unknown. It came from the ground, and it was very doubtful. The thousand paper cranes flew forward slowly. A lush grove.

Emanating green light, the thousand paper cranes performing a real version of supernatural phenomena stopped in front of a tree. There was a phantom in front of the tree. It was a boy in a white shirt and black trousers. Ji Xuanyuan walked towards him unhurriedly until Two or three steps away, I came face to face with this boy.

Ji Xuanyuan met this translucent young figure. The phantom young man was estimated to be thirteen or fourteen years old. He looked handsome, with a pretty face, but the corners of his eyes were drooping. His gaze was a model of cynicism, as if the whole world owed him money.

Ji Xuanyuan met the cynical eyes of the young man, and for a while, he didn't dare to judge what it was.

"I seem to have seen you somewhere." The young man opened his mouth, his tone was gloomy, and he looked at Ji Xuanyuan, as if wishing to have a cramp and scrape your flesh.

Ji Xuanyuan also gave a sinister smile: "You look unfamiliar to me, but your tone and expression are very familiar. I thought about it, what happened to the last person with such an expression."

Ji Xuanyuan suddenly realized and nodded and smiled: "By the way, that person is dead."

The cynical young boy stared at Ji Xuanyuan gloomyly for a few more times, his lips parted, and he uttered two words with a smile on his face: "So it's you."

Ji Xuanyuan also sneered, and stretched out his hand to grab the boy who looked only fourteen or fifteen years old: "Damn it, you are not an evil spirit. You pretended to engrave the magic circle on a book, thinking you can hide it? You can't hide it from the eyes of my uncle!"

"I curse you to die." The boy smiled sinisterly.

Ji Xuanyuan yelled, and grabbed it with his hand: "Little brat, I ate you in one bite. Looking at you, I owe you a beating. You dare to curse me even if you don't have all your hair—"

The figure in front of the tree dispersed, and Ji Xuanyuan caught nothing, and the paper crane crumpled into a ball in his hand. He was amazed: "I have never seen such an annoying bastard, this is really annoying, always There are people beyond people, and there is heaven beyond the sky!"