After the old ancestor woke up, he became a knife

Chapter 113 When the gods fight, the one who suffers is the chair
Sheng Qing nodded: "That's for sure, we won't let him escape."

"there's one more thing."

Sheng Qing asked sharply, "Since Senior Nan said that he occupies your body and you cannot take it away, then I would like to know how you stripped him from your body?"

Patriarch Nan looked hesitant, and said helplessly: "Let me tell you the truth, just before you came, I was not separated from the same body with him, that is, when you entered the back mountain,
The man hid in fright for some unknown reason, and I took advantage of that opportunity to take back control of my body and strip him from my body. "

Sheng Qing took out a few sheets of paper from the documents, took out a pen and pushed it to Patriarch Nan who was sitting across from him: "Since Senior has the memory of that person, I hope you can write down the list of those humans who have modified their bodies. "

Patriarch Nan hesitated for a moment and did not start writing, but looked at the young man and said, "I want to meet with you Northern Realm Lord."

Sheng Qing was taken aback, looked at the news on the cloud, and then agreed to his request.

The picture was interrupted, and the man picked up the knife on the table and got up and left the door. Ao Xiangwan let him hold her in his arms, but he didn't know what kind of habit this was.

Not long after, the door of the room they were in was pushed open from the outside. Bei Xiu walked in and looked at Patriarch Nan, who was sitting next to Sheng Qing, "What do you want to tell me?"

Patriarch Nan watched Bei Xiu come in before he started writing. After a while, Sheng Qing took the list information from him, and Nan Xueran's name was impressively included.

He gave Bei Xiu a look at the list before putting away the information, and then asked a few more questions.

Patriarch Nan told the truth as much as he could answer.

It sounds reasonable, and I can't find any problems.

At the end of Sheng Qing's interrogation, Nan Patriarch called Bei Xiu to stop, and said seriously: "Northern Realm Master, I hope you can release those people from the academy, this matter has nothing to do with others."

Bei Xiu raised her eyebrows and looked at him: "Just to talk about this?"

Patriarch Nan's complexion became a little complicated, and he sighed and said, "The incident happened because of me. The reputation of the school cannot be ruined by me. I will give them an explanation after this incident is over."

Bei Xiu looked at him for a while, and then said: "I will release them in two days."

"Thank you, Lord of the North, for your understanding."

A smile appeared on Patriarch Nan's face.

He watched Bei Xiu leave, the smile on his face became a little abnormal, Bei Xiu paused slightly, and the knife in his hand trembled slightly.

In the nick of time.

The tiny cloud of breath that was close to Beixiu was slapped back into Patriarch Nan's body by a terrifying force. The movement shook the chair sitting under him to pieces and fell to the ground, and the old man who was thrown on the ground gasped.

He suppressed the blood surging up from his body, and said with an apologetic expression on his face: "I'm sorry, Lord of the North, I didn't sit firmly for a while and broke this chair."

Bei Xiu looked at the pale old man sitting on the ground in embarrassment, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a fake smile, "It's all right."

After the people left completely, Patriarch Nan's expression became completely ugly. He coughed up blood uncontrollably, and quickly took out a handkerchief from his body to wipe off the blood, his fingers trembling.

How is it possible, why is it that breath again.

How could that aura appear on Bei Xiu's body!

Could it be that someone was protecting Bei Xiu by his side? !

Patriarch Nan looked flustered.

Not long after there was a knock on the door, he hurriedly wiped it again with a handkerchief, as if nothing had happened, and gestured to the people who came in from outside.

"This is the chair brought back for you."

The enthusiastic patriarch Chaonan who came here smiled, put the chair on the ground, and glanced at the chairs scattered on the ground that had been "divided into corpses by five horses", his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

Looking at Patriarch Nan, he found that his complexion was much paler than usual.

He was surprised.

Could it be that the boss and Patriarch Nan fought here?

The gods fight, but the chair suffers.

The research institute of the Bureau of Boundary Control has always been well-equipped, and there is a huge research room for just one researcher.

Researcher Xie was busy studying the gadgets brought back by Sheng Qing and the others, when he heard the mechanical sound of ticking outside the door,
He pushed down his glasses, turned around and saw a tall and straight man with a height of 1.9 meters and three stature walking in from outside.

Researcher Xie saw him holding a knife in his arms and jumped: "Northern Realm Lord, you just gave it to me, but it's not so easy to get results. Are you planning to threaten me with a knife?"

"..."

Bei Xiu glanced at the knife in his arms, and was silent for a while, staring at the sickly mass of consciousness that might dissipate at any time, and asked, "Is there a way to wake him up?"

"It shouldn't be a big problem."

Researcher Xie squeezed the ball of consciousness with his gloved hands, shook it hard a few times, stared at it for a while, and shook it a few more times, but it still didn't work.

He pinched the ball of consciousness and stared at it seriously for a while, "This consciousness is only temporarily fainted. It stands to reason that as long as external factors affect him, he can wake up. Maybe it's because I didn't use my strength just now. I'll try again." ..."

"No, you get on with your job."

Researcher Xie stopped holding out his devil's claws. He pushed down his glasses and reminded, "Northern Lord, I hope you won't disturb my work while I'm researching."

Unexpectedly, the man gave an understatement of grace, and while Xie Fang was working, he glanced at Bei Xiu uneasy, and found that the man was sitting staring at his knife, wiping it with a handkerchief from time to time.

This makes Xie Fang feel strange, this guy is not boring to this extent, he didn't see how much he cared about this knife back then, but recently, it seems that he can see this knife being hugged by him at any time In my arms, take it wherever I go.

When Sheng Qing and the others came over, it happened to be the time for Researcher Xie to finish his work. He walked over with his glasses on, and said with a solemn expression:
"I haven't been able to find memory fragments from this consciousness yet, but what is certain is that his cultivation has reached the peak stage of the Seventh Layer."

"The seventh level..." Guizi sounded a little strange, "Senior Nan seems to have already reached the eighth level."

Bei Xiu frowned inadvertently.

In my ear, I heard Ao Xiangwan saying to him: "He just wanted to take your body away."

The corners of Bei Xiu's lips twitched but he didn't say anything.

He just...almost revealed his secrets.

Researcher Xie took the clump of consciousness from the assistant's hand, and a wave of power enveloped it. Suddenly, the sick clump of consciousness was revived, and he looked around vigilantly.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?!"

　no motivation... give me some motivation... cheer me up
　　
　
(End of this chapter)