Bai Yueguang’s Wife Is Actually A Strange King

A seven-color beam of light flashed through the void.

The shadow spreading from Xu Xinxin's feet seemed to come alive, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a huge shadow beast.

The old man wrapped in the seven-color beam sneered when he saw this: "A technique to control shadows?"

The old Taoist stretched out his right hand and kept moving his hand.

Waves of cold white energy surged out of Lao Dao's body and converged into his hand techniques.

"break!"

The old man roared hoarsely, and a cold white light suddenly flew out from his fingertips.

It flew towards the giant beast formed by the shadows like a broken bamboo.

There was a "boom".

The beam of light was like a sharp arrow, passing directly through the body of the shadow beast.

The body of the shadow beast collapsed, and a large amount of dark smoke flowed out from the place where it was penetrated by the light beam and arrow feathers.

Wisps of smoke, like leaking natural gas, quickly filled the entire space.

The old Taoist fell from the air vigilantly, pinched a treasure bottle seal, and was ready to take action at any time.

The old man looked around but did not see Xu Xinxin, thinking that she was afraid and ran away.

"It's a little weird, but that's all." The old Taoist put down his hand seal, with a calm look on his face.

He walked in the dark void, with a cold white light in his eyes.

Everything around him was clear to his eyes.

After walking out for more than ten steps, the old man's face changed slightly.

Something seems wrong.

The old man raised his speed, and the outline of his body once again bloomed with seven-colored light.

He turned into a beam of light and rushed into the dark void.

For more than ten minutes, the old man didn't see the real thing.

Only now did he react.

"Here..." The old man stopped and looked around with horror in his eyes.

"This is a strange realm!"

The old man was shocked.

An extremely dark and permanently closed mysterious realm!

A chill rose in the heart of the old Taoist.

As an S-class person, he cannot freely enter and leave the mysterious realm...

"Does the King of Tricks exist..."

An idea suddenly arises from the old Taoist's heart.

His body swayed twice and he sat cross-legged on the ground, as if he suddenly looked much older.

"The words of the prophet... came true..."

…

Chen Mo was leaning on the table with one hand and controlling the mouse with the other hand, looking at the files.

Nothing appears on the computer screen.

There is no file for a girl named Xu Xinxin who was born on October 22, 2001.

With a "swish" sound, Xu Xinxin appeared next to Chen Mo.

"How's it going? Did you find it?" The girl gently brushed her messy hair around her ears.

"Huh? You're back so soon?" Chen Mo asked in surprise.

Xu Xinxin has been gone for less than a minute.

"Well, that man is very powerful. He thought he had attacked me, but in fact I threw him into the treacherous realm." Xu Xinxin said with a little pride.

Chen Mo smiled and said, "I don't think he cares much about you. Let him go when the time comes."

Xu Xinxin nodded.

For an S-level trash, she wouldn't keep him locked in her own treacherous realm.

That is, time is tight now, so I can barely keep him inside first.

"How's it going? Do you have my file?" Xu Xinxin asked, looking at the screen.

Chen Mo shook his head.

"There are many people named Xu Xinxin in Jiangcheng, but none of them match your date of birth."

"Even the closest birthday to you is 1999."

A look of disappointment appeared on Xu Xinxin's face.

She sat down on the table and swayed her white legs.

"What should we do?"

"There is no file of mine at the orphanage, and the old smoker in the Yuxi Ghost Territory didn't find the diary either."

"Now even the Jiangcheng Executive Bureau doesn't have my file..."

"There is no document that can confirm my identity or my place of origin."

There was a hint of loss and sadness in the girl's tone.

Chen Mo's teeth hurt slightly.

"Why are you looking for your file?" Chen Mo asked.

Xu Xinxin sighed: "I accidentally ate the wrong thing, and while absorbing it, I forgot some very important memories."

"Is it related to your life experience?" Chen Mo asked carefully.

At this moment, Chen Mo looked at Xu Xinxin with a somewhat complicated look.

Xu Xinxin was silent for a moment, and then said softly: "It's not just about my life experience..."

"It's also about someone very important to me."

"But..." There was a trace of confusion in the girl's eyes: "I have almost forgotten all the memories about that person."

Hearing these words, Chen Mo was slightly shocked.

The corners of Xu Xinxin's mouth raised in an arc, erasing the sad emotion just now.

She looked at Chen Mo with her moist eyes and said in a relaxed tone: "Sometimes when I see you, it's like I'm seeing the person in my memory."

"Although I don't remember that person, I have a feeling that you two are very similar."

After hearing this, Chen Mo suddenly showed a bright smile, his white teeth baring.

She still remembers me.

Xu Xinxin didn't understand why Chen Mo suddenly laughed.

She puffed up her little face angrily, feeling very distressed.

the other side.

The United Nations' bizarre crisis management headquarters.

An emergency gathering message is posted to the mobile phone of each branch leader.

Asia Division.

Mr. Li, the head of the branch, felt the cell phone vibrating in his pocket and quickly took it out.

This mobile phone is issued by the United Nations to the heads of each branch. It does not ring on weekdays.

Only important events will be communicated via mobile phone.

Mr. Li looked at the message, which said that the heads of each branch and the CEO should rush to the meeting location.

really.

This piece of information is exactly the same as Mr. Li's suspicion.

It should be that the crisis predicted by the prophet who spent his life has come to fruition.

Mr. Li suppressed the excitement in his heart. A faint seven-color light emitted from his body and his figure flashed.

He appears in the mysterious stone chamber in the Asian branch.

The green and shiny pus was flowing quietly, and the fist-sized blisters kept rising and bursting, emitting an unpleasant stench.

There was no one in the pus, and Mr. Li looked aside.

Cao Bin sat on the futon, his eyes closed, his face pale, his expression constantly changing.

Sometimes painful, sometimes angry, sometimes sad.

Mr. Li counted the days, and today happened to be the day when the strange fish-shaped fish in Cao Bin's body absorbed his spirit.

Mr. Li turned around and did not intend to take Cao Bin to the meeting.

As soon as he turned around, Cao Bin's weak voice came from behind.

"Mr. Li, is there any news?"

Mr. Li turned around and saw Cao Bin slumped on the futon, steaming hot and his clothes wet with sweat.

Cao Bin looked at Mr. Li tiredly.

As soon as he met Cao Bin's eyes.

Mr. Li changed his mind.

He nodded and said in a hoarse voice: "The prophet has news."

Cao Bin's face suddenly turned red, and his whole body seemed to relax.

The result was finally coming. During this period, the invisible pressure had been pressing on him like a mountain, making him breathless.

"I'll go too." Cao Bin gritted his teeth and stood up from the futon, his body swaying.

Mr. Li couldn't help but stepped forward, supported Cao Bin, and sighed helplessly: "Then let's go together."

Cao Bin's eyes flashed brightly, and he clenched his fists.

A ring worn on the middle finger of Mr. Li's right hand suddenly flashed red, and blood flowed from the tip of the middle finger.

A few seconds later, the two figures were wrapped in a red light and disappeared into the stone chamber.