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"ah--!!"

An Xuefeng and Wang Pengpai were uneasy about shedding their skin. Before they could discuss it, another short scream sounded from upstairs.

"It's Miss Miao!"

Wang Pengpai was startled and looked up to see An Xuefeng rushing out with the tiger skin. He immediately became anxious and panicked and chased after him with the skin: "Captain An, wait for me - don't leave me alone here. !”

Unlike An Xuefeng who completely shed a tiger skin, Wang Pengpai's shed skin is still 'wearing' on his body, loose and loose, as if he is wearing an ill-fitting puppet suit. He is dragging when he runs, and his face is I also wanted to wear a hood and a mask, but my eyelids drooped, which blocked my vision. The problem is that no one knows what is going on with this skin now. Wang Pengpai doesn’t dare to take off the skin. Who knows if he can still wear it after taking it off, or whether he will die. He chased after him with the skin in his hand, shouting. While waiting for me, I actually didn’t dare to run any faster for fear of breaking the soles of my feet.

At this speed, Wang Pengpai had just rushed out of the door and ran to the corridor. An Xuefeng had already stepped on the railing and climbed directly to the second floor. Wang Pengpai was weighed down by his skin and couldn't reach out very well. He couldn't turn it up, so he raised his head and looked up. I saw a commotion coming from the second floor, and occasionally there were a few unbelievable screams of terror. When An Xuefeng knocked on Miao Fangfei's door and Miao Fangfei came out with her coat trembling and her head down, all the passengers had woken up and were in a panic.

After An Xuefeng whispered, "Quiet, go back to your room and pack your things first. I'll go see Director Ling." Everyone finally calmed down and everyone went back to their respective rooms anxiously.

Wang Pengpai hugged his own skin and raised his neck to look, but the light here was too dim and everyone was a dark shadow. He couldn't see clearly whether other people were shedding or not. He only saw An Xuefeng's extraordinarily tall figure disappearing. In the corridor on the second floor, you should go down the stairs directly to the main room to find Zero Guide.

Wang Pengpeng shivered as the coldness hit him. His heart was pounding because there was no one around. After thinking about it, he listened to Captain An and went back to his room to wait for the news - he didn't dare to go to the main room at this time. It was not yet five o'clock, and Director Ling might still be asleep. Who dares to disturb Director Ling's rest, and Captain An... At least Captain An is still holding his tiger skin. Director Ling shouldn't be too angry when he sees the tiger skin.

On the other side, An Xuefeng walked down the stairs to the second floor, feeling a little solemn. Just now all the passengers who lived on the second floor ran out. Although the light was dim, An Xuefeng's eyesight was very good and he still looked at everyone. The situation was not optimistic. Everyone had shed their skin without exception. And... and the situation was even worse than he imagined. Even an experienced and calm person like An Xuefeng was at a loss for a moment.

It wasn't until he walked down the stairs to the main room that his attention was completely diverted by the scene before him.

Oil lamps were hung in the hall all night, illuminating the darkness. There wasn't much oil in the lantern anymore, and it was dim, but it didn't affect Zero Lead's sleep under the lamp. He covered his eyes with a bandage as a blindfold and fell asleep on his side, in a very obedient sleeping position, as if he was curled up in a cocoon. And the quilt really wrapped him tightly, like a cocoon.

Some people often describe people wrapped in thick white quilts in winter as "like silkworm babies." An Xuefeng looked at Yi Ling as if he was wearing this kind of filter. However, at the first glance, he keenly noticed that Yi Ling was now wrapped in The 'quilt' is not the one he packed out last night.

Holding his breath and concentrating, An Xuefeng walked in slowly, approaching his prey quietly like a wild beast hunting. Only when he was close enough did An Xuefeng believe that his eyes had seen correctly. Yi Ling was indeed wrapped in a quilt, but there was a dense layer of white filaments on the quilt, like a layer of marshmallows. When these snow-white soft filaments swayed towards him slightly as if blown by the wind, An Xuefeng's heartbeat accelerated a little, and his intuition sounded an alarm. The pinprick-like sense of crisis was like a small electric current, making An Xuefeng's whole body numb. .

But at the same time, there are waves of soothing feelings that herald "safety" in the spirit, just like the sweet fragrance of flowers that insects smell before being preyed on by Venus flytraps.

An Xuefeng was determined and walked between life and death. He believed in his own judgment, so he took a step forward. When those soft white threads rushed toward him quickly, An Xuefeng raised the tiger skin and wrapped them all. These things are indeed 'alive', An Xuefeng thought to himself, and shouted directly: "Zero Director, something happened."

In fact, at the moment when many white filaments were wrapped in tiger skin, An Xuefeng keenly heard the change in Yi Ling's breathing. He had woken up. Sure enough, after he said this, Yi Ling, who was lying on his side, curled up his lips and said in a lazy voice as if he had just woken up from sleep: "Captain An, I didn't expect you to have such a hobby."

Yi Ling raised his chin with a half-smile and said playfully: "You like long hair? Why don't you let go of my hair? Do you want me to cut a section of it for you... Huh?"

Yi Ling noticed something. He sat up and the straps slid down his cheeks, exposing his eyes and staring directly at An Xuefeng.

An Xuefeng has become younger, Yi Ling is sure. In fact, An Xuefeng's appearance is not much different, and he is still handsome in his thirties, but now he looks more energetic and youthful, with broad shoulders and sharp eyes. , like a sharp blade drawn out of its sheath, if you look into his eyes, you will have the illusion of being cut. An Xuefeng was very calm before, and he had to be provoked again and again by Yi Ling before any real danger could be revealed. Now that his power was fully exposed, the sense of oppression and danger was even stronger, making Yi Ling's pupils shrink slightly, and he became excited unconsciously, his heartbeat was beating loudly, his Adam's apple was twitching slightly, and he was a little thirsty.

An Xuefeng is really hot.

Yi Ling sighed sincerely.

Whether in human form or in the form of a tiger, it really fits his aesthetic perfectly.

"You said this is hair?"

An Xuefeng met Yi Ling's gaze and glanced at the tiger skin he was holding. The filaments wrapped in the tiger skin had made some movement just now, but after Yi Ling stood up, they stopped moving, just like real hair. . But how could human hair be so thin and strange? Especially when An Xuefeng loosened his grip, the many white threads wrapped in the tiger skin did not fall down smoothly, but seemed to have a weak stickiness, as if they wanted to stick to the tiger skin and go together.

An Xuefeng simply let go completely. Amidst Yi Ling's surprised "wow" sound, the huge, heavy and soft tiger skin fell down and covered his body.

What a big tiger skin!

Yi Ling's full attention was immediately attracted, and he couldn't help stroking the thick and thick hair on the tiger's skin. The white tiger that An Xuefeng transformed into was already huge and terrifying, and could easily completely trap Yi Ling. This tiger skin was also unusually big. An Xuefeng folded it several times and had strong hands, so he could easily carry it upstairs and downstairs. Now this big tiger skin fell to Yi Ling. On his legs, the long hair spread out on the quilt was suppressed. It was very troublesome just to pull the hair out from under the tiger skin. Yi Ling cleaned it absentmindedly and simply ignored it. He happily held the tiger skin in his arms and pinched it. Playing with the tiger's claws gave me a spontaneous feeling of happiness, and all the unhappiness of being woken up had long since disappeared.

Is this really hair?

An Xuefeng observed Yi Ling's movements throughout the process, watching him naturally raise his hand to push the long hair that fell beside his face behind his ears. The silver-white filaments wrapped in the quilt moved accordingly, soft and soft. It fell softly next to him, really like hair. But Yi Ling definitely did not have such long hair yesterday. From the naked eye, it is estimated that when he stood up, his "long hair" would reach his ankles.

So this is the effect of the mountain god’s gaze?

They all shed their skin, and Yi Ling's hair grows longer? Is this what’s so special about mountain worship guides?

no no……

An Xuefeng had a horrifying thought in his mind.

If the gaze of the mountain god were applied equally to everyone, it would have the same effect. What they shed is their skin. Like Wang Pengpai, their skin is still on their bodies. Could it be that Yi Ling's long hair was also shed from his body?

It was as if the cocoon originally wrapped around his body had shed a layer and turned into soft silk cocoons connected to his head and hidden in his hair...

"What are you thinking about? The mood swings are so obvious."

Yi Ling, who was playing with the tiger skin, asked suddenly.

"thinking of you."

An Xuefeng said bluntly. His words finally made Yi Ling raise his eyes and look at him in surprise. Faced with these overly straightforward words, Yi Ling not only did not feel offended, but instead smiled contentedly. The more An Xuefeng looked at it, the more strange it became. Yi Ling's attitude was too natural, as if 'An Xuefeng was thinking about him' There was no need to doubt this, it was the same thing that he had known for a long time.

Combined with Yi Ling's words just now, An Xuefeng had a bad guess in his mind. Could it be that Yi Ling could sense his emotions? Or has it gone a step further...to be able to sense part of his thoughts? This disrupted An Xuefeng's pace, but for just a moment, he used his super self-control to stay calm and suppress his floating emotions. Even when Yi Ling said in a deliberate aria: "Honesty is Xuefeng's virtue, please keep it up!" An Xuefeng just smiled politely.

"I was thinking... Zero Guide, all of us have shed a layer of skin and become younger. Why is your hair growing longer?"

An Xuefeng meant something: "Could it be that these snow-white filaments are actually your skin, as if you shed a layer of cocoon?"

"You called me a bug?"

Yi Ling narrowed his eyes in displeasure. Something that was lying on his forehead and hidden in the hair seemed to stand up, but An Xuefeng didn't see it clearly. He withdrew the temptation and opened his mouth: "No, what I mean is, if you really join like Zero Guide, Wuluo Mountain, after believing in Wuluo Mountain, will the influence of the mountain god’s gaze be reduced and the skin will turn into long hair?”

He has a serious tone and is very able to impress his master. Yi Ling was not someone who could be dealt with so easily, but the problem An Xuefeng brought up was indeed imminent.

"After we shed our skin, our age went backwards. I'd estimate that we were about eight, nine, or ten years old."

An Xuefeng said with an inexplicably heavy tone: "It's okay for me and Pengpai. Even if our age goes back ten years, we are still adults, and our strength will not be affected too much."

"but……"

"You mean Mao Xiaole, right?"

Yi Ling said clearly that An Xuefeng's worries were indeed reasonable. Mao Xiaole is the youngest person in the team. I heard he is only nineteen years old. If he were to go back ten years and become a nine-year-old child, would he still be able to draw thunder spells and draw talismans? Age will definitely affect his strength more or less. . It's troublesome to have children in the team. Yi Ling doesn't have the patience to take care of children. He said directly: "The mark of the mountain god of Wuluo Mountain is a mark and an urging. The closer we get to Wuluo Mountain, the less impact the mark will have on us."

"This first change is very strong, but there is not much residual pollution on you. There will not be so many changes in the future - as long as we get to Wuluo Mountain as soon as possible, the situation will not worsen too much. We need to speed up on the road Come on, you can carry me on your back when the time comes, and Mao Xiaole can be carried by Wang Pengpai, and we can quickly enter the mountain."

However, An Xuefeng's expression did not relax too much. He said, "It's not just Mao Xiaole."

What does it mean to be more than just Mao Xiaole? Yi Ling was confused. Mao Xiaole was probably the youngest in the team, and at most there was Miao Fangfei. But Miao Fangfei is favored by the mountain god, so her body will not change much. An Xuefeng and the others will shed their skin, and Miao Fangfei will shed her dead skin at most. Just like going to a spa, her age should not change much.

Is there anyone else on the team who needs extra care? Probably not. They all look like adults in their late twenties, late thirties, or early thirties. Even if they go back ten years, they should be fine——

"Is this Yu Hehui? Is this Tong Hege??"

When An Xuefeng packed Yi Ling's bed and luggage and called everyone into the main room, Yi Ling looked at a little white fox being held in the arms of young man Wan Xiangchun, and then looked at the little white fox being held in the arms of young girl Lu Shucheng. Tong Hege in his arms was simply incredible.

Forget it if Yu Hehui turns into a fox cub... Forget it, he has long thought that Yu Hehui has the potential to become a fox.

The question is how did Tong Hege become a ginseng? ?