Under the moon.

The white man stood quietly watching from a distance.

But a while passed, Shen Zhibai did not react, but opened his eyes and looked at it.

“What happened?”

The choir couldn’t stop asking.

"It's not yet skilled, it takes some time."Shen Zhibai said, close his eyes again, sink the consciousness into the mind.

Time has passed a little.

There was a black mist at the feet of the white.

The black mist was not very strong, and after it was born, it filled it around and covered some flowers.

At this time, Yan Qingqing's eyes through the black fog suddenly found that the black fog was corroding flowers and plants, and they were frantically plundering the vitality of flowers and plants.

But for a few seconds, all the flowers and plants shrouded in black mist.

Is it magic?

Is there a corrosive force?

He looked curiously, but saw that the black fog disappeared in an instant.

A moment later, Shen knew that a black fog had once again appeared under the white feet, which was thicker than before and covered a few meters.

Moreover, when the black fog is pervading, it seems to become a moving shadow.

To be precise, it is about being turned into a demon.

After Shen Zhibai tried several times, the diffuse black fog finally turned into a demon, but it was not very clear.

I saw it and almost understood it.

Is the dance of demons a group of demons?

After Shen Zhibai tried again and again, the demon head, which was condensed by the black fog, finally became clear.

Moreover, the head of the demon rose up, and a claw was stretched out from the black mist.

Even, he opened his big black mouth and made a roar, trying to swallow the blue sky...

“Oh, hey—”

At this time, a claw came out of the black fog and suddenly caught it.

"Sir, be careful."

Shen Zhibai shouted, not familiar with the "dancing of the crowd", so there was a mistake in the moment, so he suddenly rushed.

These demonheads condensed from the black mist, as if they were out of his control.

However, the claw only poached more than 30 meters, can not be found out, seems to be the limit.

And the sky is more than 40 meters away.

“Oh, hey—”

In the black mist, a demon roared, and his body suddenly sung to the blue sky.

However, still only poached to more than 30 meters, it can not be further, can only growl at Yan Qingyue, showing terrible teeth...

At this time, Yan Qinghua read a Buddha trumpet, although it was only a light, it sounded nothing.

But in the ears of the devil, it is like a thunder.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

All the devils roared in pain, their paws holding their heads tightly, and they rolled up in the black fog.

He saw it, and he couldn’t help but feel a little.

What is this?

But then, there was also a thunder bang in his mind, making his brain pain.

In the blink of an eye, the black fog immediately dispersed.

“The power is good.”

Yan Qinghe smiled and said, “But this magic function works, some like a demon...”

“I’m a demon, sir, too, aren’t you?”He smiled, and he just did the magic of his own, and it was the same as the magic head in the film.

This is the great ant-off...

“Sir, have you just read a word?”

At this time, Shen Zhibai asked curiously, and he could not think of a Buddha number, so he broke his own "drums of demons and dances."

The sky nods its head.

The power of a Buddha number, naturally needless to say, this is the first Buddha dish.

Also, the Dharma should be demonic, right?

“Look again.”Yan Qingkong said that he had just not tried the real power of "dancing the demons", and his own Buddha number was destroyed.

“Good.”

Shen Zhibai nodded, and once again used the "dance of the crowd."

At this time, the black fog was rolling around, and one by one the demon heads condensed from the black fog, which looked extremely terrible...

“Go.”

He drank a low drink and saw the demon head rushing out around him.

Wherever the devil has passed, the flowers and trees have been taken away from life and turned into a dead place...

At this time, the circle of 30 meters has been covered by the devil, taking away all the vitality.If there are animals here, they will be swallowed by the devil in the first time, and I am afraid that the border people will not escape.

After Yan Qingyang saw it, he basically understood the power of "dancing the demons".

This is a group attack...

However, it can also be specialized in one place.

Shen Zhibai is a little excited, this "dancing of the demons" does not look like a good person, but the power is very terrible, but he likes it very much.

At this point, he continued to practice...

After watching for a while, he left and returned to the fourth floor of the Long Life Inn.

“It may take a while to show up...”

He looked at the "long living book" and thought about it, and when he was collected, he went downstairs and went home, and the third water god dish should not appear so quickly.

...

“Brother, I’m going to start school the next day, so I’ll go back to school.”

The next morning, Xiao Bai said to Yan Qingyue that he was too lazy to take the plane again, "Brother, are you free in the afternoon?"

Turn around the long-life inn, you can go back to the sea, how cool?

“Starting school the next day?”Yan Qingyang now has no concept of starting school, saying, "Okay, I'll send you back to the sea in the afternoon."

At lunchtime.

“Mom, Dad, how many times have you been in the long-life hotel?”The white man asked.

"Your father three times, me twice."The mother said that it seemed a little uncomfortable to face the father once more than herself.

“Mom, have you done it twice?”

Little Bai smiled, "Dad, more than you once."

“People, people, people...”

Father laughs.

The mother heard the father gazing at her and vomiting two words: "Dude."

“Dad, there’s something you ask yourself if you want to be a cook at the Long Life Inn?”Yan Qingkang sighed and said, "This position, I have been holding it for you, before I told you..."

"There is time, there is time, the son speaks, there must be time."

Father Yan smiled and prepared to quit his job as a hotel chef in the past two days.

“Then the cook will give it to your father.”Yan Qingkang smiled, "Yes, I will send Xiao Bai back to the sea in the afternoon, let's go together."

“Good.”

“Son, where is your mother?”Mother asked.

"Mom, don't be in a hurry for a while, there must be a suitable position..."

Soon after, it was three o'clock in the afternoon.

At this time, Yan Qinghe used his power to bring Xiaobai and Yan father to the Changsheng Inn, first sent Xiaobai back to the sea, and then returned to the inn again.

Returning to the inn, he took out the "Long Life Book" and added the name of the father.

At this time, a token appears, allowing the token owner to have a part of the magic power of cooking.However, Yan Qingyang has not done the long lettuce, the cook can not do it, which is a bit like a copy...

Father Yan felt it in detail with the token, as if he understood something.

“Dad, first look at how I make this kind of bacon...”

When he walked into the kitchen, he became busy.

And the father stood on the side and looked at him quietly, asking two words from time to time.

Soon it was evening, and Yan Qingyang first let Yan Father try it, the simplest pie.And in his long life order, immediately floated a wisp of breath, did not enter the father's token...

...