Train to Another World

Wang Shuyun took the surveillance crystal and placed it on the dressing table. After she confirmed that her door was locked, she sat in front of the dressing table.

The surveillance crystal began to emit a faint red light, as if a small flame was burning inside.

The red light was reflected on the mirror of the dressing table, showing a burning fireball. In the center of the fireball was a dark figure, which looked like a red eyeball with vertical pupils.

The figure began to murmur. The sound was unclear and it was impossible to tell what language it was, but the murmur seemed to act directly on the soul, allowing people to directly understand the intention of the speaker.

Wang Shuyun sat in front of the mirror and nodded from time to time. But suddenly, she didn't know what she heard, her face showed horror, and she shook her head desperately.

But then she suddenly arched her body as if struck by lightning, opened her mouth wide, and immediately covered her mouth with her hands, as if she was afraid that her screams and sobs would be heard by others.

After a long while, she finally caught her breath. Finally, she looked at the figure in the mirror and nodded slightly with fear on her face.

The next day, Wang Shuyun got up early and waited in the restaurant. The cook who served the food was a little surprised, because according to what she had seen in the past few days, this girl would only come at mealtime.

She came so early today. Could it be that she didn't eat enough last night?

But after all, this was the relative of the lord, and the cook didn't show any strange color. After serving the food on the table, she bowed and left.

Later, Qin Daniu and Wei Changfeng came first. Wei Changfeng saw that Wang Shuyun arrived at the restaurant before them, and his pupils shrank. He took Qin Daniu's hand and said, "When I came here just now, I saw the rising sun, and my heart surged and felt something. My boxing skills are about to break through. Please help me practice, brother Daniu."

When Qin Daniu was still a baby, he was picked up in front of the martial arts hall by Qin Da Ye, the doorman of the Manniu martial arts hall. When other children were being called by their parents, he could only hear the scolding of the martial arts master and the shouts of the apprentices punching.

Qin Daniu, who grew up in such an environment, was a martial artist with a purity slightly lower than that of his barbarian master.

Hearing that Wei Changfeng had signs of a breakthrough, Qin Daniu didn't care about eating. He frowned and pulled Wei Changfeng to the terrace, and jumped to the bottom of the city.

For ordinary people, the most important thing is life and death. For martial artists, martial arts improvement is far more important than life and death.

In the martial arts, either the merits are perfect and breakthroughs are made in practice. Or you feel something in your heart and break through in a fight with the strong.

Wei Changfeng just said that he felt something in his heart, so Qin Daniu must help him break through as soon as possible. This feeling comes and goes as soon as it is said, just like the meat porridge in the morning. If you don't seize the time and seize the opportunity, it will be a waste.

Wang Shuyun stared at all this in amazement. After a while, she heard Wei Changfeng's screams from outside.

Wang Shuyun hesitated for a long time, and finally made up her mind to go over and see what happened. But at this time, the door of the restaurant was pushed open again.

The person who came was Xiong Facai. He had a keen hearing and knew everything that had just happened. Looking at Wang Shuyun in the restaurant, he laughed: "They are two young people who like to play around. Don't worry about them. Eat, eat."

Wang Shuyun filled a bowl of oatmeal porridge and picked up a few white breads and brought them to Xiong Facai.

After that, she filled a bowl of porridge for herself and drank it slowly.

Xiong Facai was not in a hurry to drink the porridge, but seemed to be thinking about something, tapping the table with his fingers one by one.

As his fingers tapped, circles of invisible ripples spread on the table, sweeping over the food on the table.

Xiong Facai stopped after knocking for a while and asked Wang Shuyun with some doubt: "I didn't realize you were such a tough guy before. I came late. Do you have any deep hatred with Zhuoguang and the others?"

Wang Shuyun was startled and almost choked on the porridge. She adjusted her breathing and said to Xiong Facai in surprise: "Brother Xiong, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

Xiong Facai was too lazy to beat around the bush with her and pointed at the food and said: "Someone put something in it. Although I don't know what it is, I know it must be uncomfortable to eat it."

Wang Shuyun hurriedly threw down the bowl in her hand, stood up and stepped back repeatedly, saying: "Brother Xiong, you said these foods were poisoned?!"

Seeing that she seemed to be frightened, Xiong Facai did not say anything to comfort her, but just said to himself: "I heard Zhuoguang say that this world is very strange. The gods here are very powerful and can create life at any time.

But Mortals are weak, and even the best among them only have a little ability to cast spells.

So this kind of thing with obvious dark energy, only one person in this land can take it out.

And it just so happened that our group decided to be enemies with one of them. Such a precious thing appeared in our food in just a few days, don’t you think it’s a coincidence? "

Wang Shuyun was about to cry: "Brother Xiong, you suspect it’s me..."

Xiong Facai interrupted: "No doubt, I am sure it’s you."

"Why?"

"This kind of thing is not only in the porridge, but also in your body, and there is much more in your body than in this bowl of porridge.

It’s not impossible that someone else poisoned it, but don’t tell me that you got up early in the morning and ran to the restaurant to drink ten bowls of porridge by yourself."

Wang Shuyun stopped crying, and didn’t care about the reservedness of a girl. She pulled down her clothes to reveal the scar on her left chest.

The scar was a dark scar, and there were black lines around it spreading to the surroundings.

Wang Shuyun looked at Xiong Facai with a miserable face and said, "I just want to live. If you don't die, I will die."

Xiong Facai sighed slightly: "If you had joined us like Wei Zizi from the beginning, you wouldn't be where you are today.

And, more than once, I asked you if you needed help. "

Wang Shuyun smiled miserably: "If he finds out, he will take my life directly. I just want to live my life in peace. Is this wrong?"

"As a former demon, let me tell you, peace is very precious, and it needs to be based on strength. You can't get peace by just eating in a daze and waiting to die."

"Forget it, just kill me. Even if you don't kill me, the Demon Lord will take my life."

Xiong Facai shook his head again: "I just said so much about feelings, but you didn't listen to a word.

What we are afraid of has always been the existence above. The creatures on this middle-earth are nothing more than that. "

Xiong Facai raised his hand, and a black demonic force hit the wound on Wang Shuyun's left chest. With a hook of his finger, Wang Shuyun's wound burst open, and a handful of black blood spurted out from her wound.

Black blood fell to the ground, and black smoke floated up. It was blown away by the evil wind of Xiong Facai and disappeared.

Wang Shuyun looked at the wound on her chest and began to see bright red blood slowly, crying with joy.

But she suddenly realized that Xiong Facai was still there and quickly covered her chest. After my life was protected, my sense of shame returned.

Xiong Facai snorted coldly: "What's so great? It's not like I've never seen them before. My wife has eight more."