Age of Terror: I Have a Monster Editor

When she closed the door, she left a crack in the door.

The blue skirt sneaked a peek at the accompanying demon spirits in the living room through the crack of the door. After seeing that the attention was drawn to the cartoon, she immediately lifted the skirt and walked out of the bathroom very quickly!

Her three steps merged into two steps, and she jumped out of Ye Fan's room in an instant.

This is also a blind spot that cannot be seen from the living room.

Mengmeng in the red dress is watching TV.

Sudden,

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a blue shadow flash past.

The red dress turned her head to look suspiciously, and only looked away when she saw that the bathroom room was still closed.

The blue skirt leaned against Ye Fan's door.

She came here almost holding her breath.

After successfully leaning against Ye Fan's door, Lan Qun Mengmeng kept patting her two headlights with amazing arcs, panting heavily and congratulating.

"Huh, it's so dangerous, it's a good thing I'm agile!"

"It's exciting!!"

"whee--"

The blue skirt covered her small mouth excitedly, and chuckled lightly.

After stabilizing her mood, she glanced at the door of Ye Fan's room behind her, and immediately found that there was a layer of spiritual power blocking the door.

This spiritual power blockade isolated all movement and sound in the room, and made it impossible for outsiders to enter.

Lan Qun Mengmeng became more and more curious when she saw this spiritual blockade.

Her beautiful and moving eyes turned slightly, and said with a little arrogant snort: "It's so secretive, and a spiritual power blockade is set up!"

"Hmph, just relying on this bit of spiritual power to block it, it won't trouble me!"

"I want to see you, Ye Fan, are you bullying Deep Blue?"

Although Mengmeng Lanqun only came out of the demon spirit space as a phantom incarnation, unable to use any magical abilities, her level and strength are much higher than Ye Fan.

Some innate abilities without any harm can still be used.

There was a smug look on Lan Qun's cute and charming face.

Crackling——

The sound of thunder flickering sounded on her body.

The eyes of the blue skirt suddenly turned into a blue-purple color.

She opened the eyes of thunder, shining through all falsehoods.

Mengmeng Lan Qun was engrossed and looked into Ye Fan's room.

but,

Even if she can use this innate secret technique, the blue skirt at the moment is just a phantom incarnation, which makes her only vaguely see a little scene in Ye Fan's room.

This vague scene immediately made Lan Qunmeng frown.

There was a look of anger on the incomparably beautiful face.

She clenched her small fists and snorted angrily: "Hmph, you Ye Fan, you really think that Sister Shenlan has a good temper, so take her to the room to bully her!"

"This man is really bad!"

In the vision of the blue skirt, he suddenly saw that Ye Fan was bullying Shenlan.

Opening the blue skirt of Eye of Thunder, one could faintly hear Deep Blue's soft cry begging for mercy.

"Woooooo, master, woooooo, I was wrong!"

"..."

This voice is sometimes quite loud, with a little high pitched and high-spirited.

Sometimes it is quite humble, with a touch of shyness and tact that contains sobs.

but,

Lan Qun looked at it, feeling a little strange in her heart.

She suddenly thought of the vague picture in front of her, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

The blue skirt rolled her eyes, and immediately recalled the battle scenes on TV that Ye Fan didn't show them.

then,

Ye Fan said that those two people were practicing their close combat skills.

Thinking of this, Lan Qun couldn't help tilting her head, and murmured in confusion.

"Could it be that Ye Fan is training melee combat skills with Deep Blue?"

The blue skirt's gaze passed through the door frame and continued to look.

this time,

She suddenly found that, for some reason, her face turned red when she saw the battle scene between Ye Fan and Shen Lan.

even,

The blue skirt also felt that Deep Blue's voice didn't seem to be in the slightest pain.

In the delicate voice, there is a deep shyness and a little happiness as if eating honey.

Mengmeng Lanqun felt even more puzzled.

She tilted her head, and after thinking for a while, she shook her head: "Oh, I'm so tired of thinking!"

"I'm not fit to think about things!"

"Let's go back and ask Hongqun!"

talking,