Beiquan's movements were extremely fast, and he left the room almost in a flash.
Wei Fuyuan was startled and hurriedly chased after him.
He just put his head out of the door, and before he could lift his legs, he saw a scene that shocked him.
In the narrow corridor, a snow-white little fox was running like a madman, and the fur all over his body exploded.
And behind Su Ying, there was a scarecrow chasing after him!
Yes, that's a scarecrow.
Wei Fuyuan passed a lot of farmland on the way from the airport to the manor, and there were many scarecrows standing in the fields.
Each scarecrow is the height of an adult, rough sewed out of old clothes, straw and rags to form a human figure, and then erected with two sticks tied into a cross and poked in the field. Neither will be fooled.
But how could there be a scarecrow with such agile movements and running so fast in the world!
The scarecrow stretched out two long thin legs, nearly two meters in one step, and at the same time stretched forward with one hand, and was about to grab Su Ying.
Beiquan stretched his hand into his arms, clasped something with his fingertips, flipped it over and tossed it, and a golden light flew out and shot at the scarecrow.
In a hurry, Beiquan didn't have so many instruments, so what he threw out was an ancient coin tied with a red string.
It is a real Yongle Tongbao that has almost disappeared in the antique circulation market. It has been prosperous in the country. amazing.
Sure enough, when the small copper coin hit the scarecrow, it turned out to be like a sharp knife.
The scarecrow staggered and fell to the ground on one leg.
Su Ying took the opportunity to jump, jumped half a meter high, and leaped into the room like lightning.
And Beiquan flipped his wrist and turned into a radiant Vientiane Pen. At the same time, he cut through the palm of his hand. Using blood as a medium, he quickly wrote two simple spells.
"go!"
A red light hit the scarecrow's forehead, and in the next second, the fire soared into the sky, wrapping the scarecrow in circles.
The straw man can't shout, but from the way it struggles, it seems to be very painful.
The burning grass figurine took two steps crookedly, and suddenly fell to one side, with a "bang", hitting an oil painting hanging on the wall, knocking the entire frame down.
Then, in the blink of an eye, the scarecrow, who was nearly two meters tall, disappeared without a trace in front of the two of them.
Wei Fuyuan: "What, what's going on?"
He sniffed, but he could still smell the burnt smell of burning straw in the air, "What about the scarecrow?"
"Here it is."
Beiquan walked quickly to the frame, bent down and picked up something.
But just when he wanted to show Wei Fuyuan what he had picked up, the door opposite their room opened, and Hu An stuck his head out:
"What happened?"
The thin but beautiful Hispanic youth looked surprised:
"I seem to hear the sound of heavy objects falling, what are you doing?"
Beiquan smiled:
"It's okay, when we were out for a walk, we accidentally knocked over this painting."
He pointed to the broken picture frame on the ground, and showed the blood on the palm of his hand:
"I accidentally scratched my hand."
"oops!"
Hu An exclaimed in a low voice and stepped forward a few steps, as if he wanted to see the wound on Beiquan's palm, "Does it matter? Let me call the housekeeper for you?"
"Need not."
Beiquan smiled and shook his head, "The wound is very shallow, and we brought some medicine ourselves."
"Oh."
Juan responded without insisting.
He looked at the oil painting that was smashed and deformed on the ground, and shook his head distressedly:
"I don't know how much this painting is worth. I heard that all the original works of the master hang here! It's a pity that it was broken like this!"
Juan's eyes turned, and then he laughed again:
"However, with a billion-dollar inheritance, a painting is nothing, right?"
After saying this, Hu An casually complained about the burning smell and whether something was burnt, and then reminded people to clean up the broken paintings and the broken glass slag all over the floor. He turned around and went back to his room.
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"What happened just now?"
As soon as the door closed, Wei Fuyuan walked quickly to Beiquan's side and couldn't wait to ask:
"Why did a scarecrow suddenly appear?"
Beiquan spread out his hand and let Wei Fuyuan see what he had saved in his hand.
It was a burnt straw man.
It was only about half the length of a palm, and its surface was burnt to charcoal, but Wei Fuyuan could see that, in terms of proportions and workmanship, it looked exactly the same as the big guy who drove Su Ying to run just now.
Moreover, there is an ancient coin firmly embedded in the chest of this little grass man.
Beiquan put the straw man on the coffee table:
"It's a spell doll."
Wei Fuyuan raised one eyebrow:
"Why does something like this suddenly appear here?!"
"Of course someone controls it."
Beiquan pulled out the ancient money from the grass figurine, wiped it with a handkerchief, and put it back into his arms.
"In this big house, besides me, there is at least one person who is good at magic."
Wei Fuyuan: "!!"
He was even more shocked.
"Then what is this straw man used for?"
While going to appease the frightened little fox, Beiquan explained: "It can do whatever the owner wants it to do."
He laughed:
"It's as small as exploring the way, passing messages, gathering intelligence, and as big as killing people and stealing goods, as long as the master's ability is strong enough."
With that said, Beiquan raised his chin towards the straw man on the table:
"This one can only drive Su Ying without the power to fight back. It is quite powerful. If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely die when he encounters it."
Wei Fuyuan: "Then who is its owner? How did he target Su Ying?"
"Not sure yet."
Beiquan answered honestly:
"However, since the grass and Su Ying met, the other party must have sensed our existence."
As he spoke, he frowned and seemed to be muttering to himself:
"It seems that things are really troublesome..."
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
In fact, there is no need for Beiquan to explain, Master Wei also knows that things are getting more and more complicated.
At first, he thought that when he came to Citiland, he only needed to find a ghost hiding in someone, but just now, Beiquan told him that there was a "prisoner" similar to raising a kid in this mansion, and he had not waited for him to ask the so-called What the hell is the "prisoner", Beiquan ran to fight a scarecrow, and then told him that there was at least one magician in this place, and his ability was strong enough to send a little straw man to do murder. Come.
"Then what should we do now?"
He sat up straight and asked solemnly:
"What can I do for you."
Hearing this, Beiquan stopped wiping the blood from the wound, turned his head, stared at Wei Fuyuan's face, and looked at it carefully for a moment.
"I really need your help."
Beiquan turned to look at the desk clock on the dressing table, and the conversation changed:
"The housekeeper is about to come to collect the dinner plate. Take advantage of this time to take a bath first."
After speaking, he paused:
"Then, don't get dressed and wait for me on the bed naked."
Wei Fuyuan: "What, what??"
He suspected that he was hallucinating.
You must know that Wei Fuyuan was a straight-up gay who recognized his sexuality in middle school. Hearing that Beiquan made such a straightforward and ambiguous request, it was really hard not to think about it.
His face turned red, and he almost jumped up:
"What do you want to do??"
Beiquan: "Why are you so excited?"
He pointed to the suitcase and said something even more crooked:
"Come on, let's start early and fight quickly."
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Wei Fuyuan was rushed into the bathroom by Beiquan involuntarily, feeling surging and uneasy.
Intellectually, he believed that Beiquan should have no other meaning, but it was still difficult to control his mind, like a wild horse running away, the more he thought about it, the more crooked it became.
- That's my boss! That's my boss!
In order to calm himself down as soon as possible, Young Master Wei adjusted the shower head to cold water, turned it on to the maximum, and poured it on his forehead.
But to no avail.
The more Wei Fuyuan tried to calm himself down, the more excited a certain key part became.
He was angry, annoyed, and aggrieved, but there was nothing he could do.
So poor Young Master Wei had to be self-reliant and tossed in the bathroom for a full half an hour before he came out slumped like a dried bean sprout.
But the more exciting thing is still waiting for him.
When Wei Fuyuan walked out of the bathroom, he saw Beiquan sitting cross-legged on the large bed, looking at him with a smile.
"Everyone said you don't need to wear clothes."
Beiquan Paip Mattress:
"Come here and lie here."
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
Of course, he couldn't just listen to Beiquan's words and run around the house without wearing anything, especially after he had just had an undeserved desire.
Therefore, Wei Fuyuan is now well dressed from T-shirts to knee-length pajamas, even more tightly than when he lived in "Santuchuan".
But obviously, Beiquan disliked him wearing too much.
"Take off your shirt and lie on the bed with your back to me."
As he spoke, he turned out the Vientiane Pen, and at the same time scratched his wrist, letting his own blood stain the tip of the pen.
"Cross your hands on your chin, don't move when you're asleep, you know?"
Wei Fuyuan saw that Beiquan had revealed the natal magic weapon, and he immediately put away most of the messy thoughts in his heart, and hurriedly laid down according to the other party's request.
Immediately afterwards, he froze all over, feeling a strange touch on his back.
It was the feeling of soft hair brushing against the skin, and the brushstrokes were slow and delicate, as if they were sketching some complicated and tedious patterns.
Logically speaking, if someone writes and draws on your back with a brush, it is guaranteed to be the same as punishment, and it will be so itchy.
But when Beiquan's brush tip landed on his skin, Wei Fuyuan felt an indescribable irritation, as if a weak electric current was passing by, rather than itching. sense.
"Well-"
Wei Fuyuan bit his lip hard, resisting the almost overflowing groan, and subconsciously tightened his shoulders.
"I said don't move!"
Beiquan pressed his assistant's shoulder with his left hand:
"If you make a mistake, it will be a waste of time."
He added in his mind: I definitely don't have the strength to write it again.
Wei Fuyuan immediately buried his face in his palm and dared not move.
Beiquan smiled:
"Next, I want to explain to you what a 'prisoner' is."