Chapter 59

"Come here, try again." Gong Bogui carefully observed the spirit weapon array in front of him and replied without hesitation: "besides, even if I really can't break the array, it should still be no problem to steal me out with your ability?"

"Why don't you ask? Don't say one you, I can save ten of you!" Zhang Huanian raised his chin. "If you really decide, just let go and break the array. I swear by the hair of my master, I will protect your life!"

When did Zhang Huanian take it so seriously and swear with human hair

Gong Bogui waved his hand in tears and laughter, "Sir, you don't have to be so serious..."

"No," Zhang Huanian interrupted Gong Bogui, "Bogui, everyone calls me every gentleman on weekdays, but everyone knows that when it comes to unruly behavior, I Zhang Huanian is the first person thought of by others.

It's just that the spirit weapon array you're going to break into is different.

Qiu Yunfan is a master of weapons, and this array can really kill people.

I make this solemn oath just to let you concentrate and break the array without worries. "

Gong Bogui smiled and thanked, "thank you for your consideration."

"There's no need to be polite between you and me... I mean, I'm your immediate boss, and it's my duty to protect you."

Gong Bogui nodded, no longer said anything, but began to prepare for the battle.

Oath?

If you really believe in this illusory concept, you will probably die in a muddle, I don't know how many times?

He believes in himself and only believes in himself.

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Facing the spirit weapon array, Gong Bogui is not sure.

He hasn't seen many spirit tools, and he hasn't learned array.

But Zhang Huanian told him that the way was simple and rough: it was over.

Gong Bogui disagrees with this.

Zhang Huanian's strength is strong, and he can directly resist in most cases.

But Gong Bogui has a clear understanding of his strength.

He is a heavenly dependant of Zhaoyang level. Although he may be a leader in this level, he still can't hide the fact that he is at the bottom of the heavenly dependant.

However, he did not think that he had no chance to break spirit weapon array.

Each spiritual weapon has its advantages and disadvantages.

A single spirit tool cannot fully exert its power even in the array without a suitable master.

Therefore, what Gong Bogui has to do is to attack his shortcomings and break them one by one.

After equipping the ordinary weapons in Taotie bag again for emergencies, Gong Bogui didn't hesitate and directly stepped into the spirit weapon array.

Zhang Huanian, who hasn't had a good drink for two days, has not touched a drop of wine today. He just stands outside the spirit weapon array like a hawk and falcon, watching Gong Bogui closely.

As soon as Gong Bogui stepped into the spirit weapon array, he stood still and closed his eyes uncontrollably.

From Gong Bogui's own perspective, at the moment he entered the spirit array, the ethereal wind bell floated into his ears, but in the blink of an eye, the scenery in front of him changed.

Dream catcher.

When refining this spirit tool, in addition to the relevant spirit animal spirit planting materials, Qiu Yunfan also invested in the skull of a dreamer.

This allows the dream catcher to capture other people's nightmares and reappear them in the form of dreams.

A weak mind may be trapped in a dream because the mind is filled with amplified fear and despair.

If you can be rescued, it's all right. If you can't, the person's spirit will be absorbed by dreamnet and integrated into this dream, and the person's body can only face the end of aging and death.

At this time, the scene in front of Gong Bogui is a dirty and dilapidated abandoned community.

The distance between buildings is very close, which makes the roads look narrow and narrow. Against the background of gloomy weather, there is a kind of decay.

The fat mouse squeaked recklessly, looking for food leisurely in front of and behind Gong Bogui.

Not far away, there were bursts of shouting and swearing, unbridled laughter, the scream of the little girl, and the breaking sound of the glass falling on the ground

The surrounding environment changed with Gong Bogui's walking, and those voices became clearer and clearer. What was mixed in was gong Bogui's heavy breathing due to anger.

In front of a half collapsed brick wall, a group of teenagers dyed their hair in different colors. Some were holding unfinished cigarette butts between their fingers, some were carrying empty wine bottles, and some were holding knives. They excitedly gestured at the two thin figures surrounded in the middle.

One of the little girls with ponytails had several broken clothes. She was pushed to the ground and was holding her shoulder with red eyes. The tears in her eyes stubbornly refused to fall.

And the other little boy in shabby clothes, although his body was dirty, his eyebrows and eyes vaguely looked like Gong Bogui.

The little boy's forehead was still flowing with blood, mixed with contaminated soil, which made him look even more embarrassed.

Rao was so. He still stood in front of the little girl, like a fierce little beast, staring at the people in front of him.

"I'm just a poor little girl abandoned by my parents. What's your business?" a boy wearing one-sided Earrings turned his knife and smiled darkly. "Boy, you're still wearing open crotch pants when I'm in this area! If you know what to do, I'll give you a mouthful of soup later. Otherwise, I'll waste your legs today and beat you once I see you later!"

The little boy didn't speak and still stared at him.

"Hiss!" the boy took a breath, smiled at the people next to him and said, "it's kind!"

Before the words fell, the boy grabbed the empty bottle of his companion and came straight to the little boy's forehead.

However, the wine bottle held by the boy had not yet fallen, and a dark shadow had already flashed in front of him.

"Bang" is the sound of the boy falling to the ground.

Then, there were several continuous grunts, and all the bad teenagers were kicked to the ground by Gong Bogui.

He did not use weapons, the ability to enchant the soul, or even martial arts. He just waved his fist and simply vented his anger with physical strength.

The little girl is a friend of the same orphanage with him. She is the faint light of his gray childhood. The two people accompany each other, encourage each other and warm each other. It has nothing to do with the ambiguity of youth, but pure friendship, maybe even family without blood.

However, everything was destroyed.

It was ruined on that gloomy autumn afternoon!

The girl was abused to death. He was knocked unconscious by these people. It was a kind uncle who sent him to the hospital after calling the police.