Bring some numerical shock to the summoning world

Then, Zhou Li's expression suddenly turned cold, and he pointed at Victor and said, "Also, this old man is now trying to get hold of you. I can stop him for a while, but I can't stop him forever. Think about it, what I gave you is the real Kingdom Gold Voucher, and I can't guarantee what this old man will give you..."

After thinking about it, the standard magic codex was indeed too embarrassing. Although it was expensive, there was no market for it. Even if someone finally wanted to buy it, it would be extremely difficult. The brown-haired boy glanced fearfully at Victor, who was lying on the ground. Then he stamped his foot hard, gritted his teeth, and said, "Okay, I'll make a deal with you, but you have to sign your name."

After saying that, he took out a simple transaction contract.

Zhou Li breathed a sigh of relief, then took the pen from Victor and signed his name on the contract.

"Zhou Li."

After taking the signed contract, the brown-haired boy hurriedly took out a pen from his body and then signed his name on the contract.

【Bai Lan Qiao】

A somewhat feminine name.

After the contract was established, a copy of the contract appendix appeared in Zhou Li's magic book. He took a look, confirmed that there was no problem, took the change from Bai Lanqiao, said hello, and left the Zhuanzhuan Center, holding Victor by the scruff of the neck.

"It's someone from the Bai Lan family."

As soon as he left the center, Victor stood up with a somersault, brushed his hair vigorously, and then said calmly, "But his status is very low, otherwise he wouldn't have sold his first grimoire."

Throwing a silver coin to Victor as compensation, Zhou Li said, "Do you think we can find a breakthrough through him?"

Victor narrowed his eyes, wiped the blood off his face, and said softly:

"Don't you think that these well-behaved, hardworking, but marginalized Bailan people are very suitable to be intimidated by weird uncles and monsters?"

"That's for later."

Zhou Li said in a shocking voice: "Rescuing the 100 gold coins is the most important thing now!"

"Oh my god!"

Victor exclaimed in surprise: "It's true!"

Chapter 24 The battle between father and daughter

The piano case seemed particularly heavy on the little girl.

The huge pile of food hung on the girl's waist, making her look particularly happy.

At least Lan Ling herself is happy.

Lan Ling wasn't some mysterious white-haired glutton who could eat small, frequent meals throughout the day. For her, a meal consisted of a plate of fried noodles and a cup of chili camel milk. She couldn't handle anything more.

Walking in the wind and sand, Lan Ling's figure was a little thin, but her steps were extremely firm, and her beautiful face was filled with indifference and calmness like ice.

got windy.

Standing still, looking at the yellow curtain blown by the wind in front of her, Lan Ling stretched out her hand to cover her eyebrows and began to carefully look at the figure in the distance.

White robe, white orchid family crest.

In the wind and sand, her white robe stood out like a cat rolling in the mud. Lan Ling stood still in the fierce wind, letting the sand shimmer across her cheeks and fall into the endless desert.

"Is this big show just to welcome me?"

She placed the guitar case at her feet and gently kicked it open, revealing the black and gold Cass guitar covered in all sorts of bizarre stickers. She lifted her chin and plucked the metal pick from her chest, her long, pink-white hair lifted by the wind.

Her sight fell on the tall blond man in front of her. Lan Ling opened her mouth and whispered:

"Father."

Stand still.

His face, as if sculpted by wind and sand, was remarkably handsome, and his burly figure was incredibly oppressive. Even his loose robe couldn't conceal his muscular, almost marble-like, fierce yet beautiful form. He raised his gaze, not looking directly at Lan Ling, and spoke with a nonchalant indifference.

"Brandy, I'm so happy that you're willing to return to your real home."

He pulled out a short stick more than half a meter long and hung it slightly at his side. The man Lan Ling called her father said indifferently, "But I am very sad that you did not fulfill your duties as a hostage."

Lan Ling felt a bit bitter in her mouth.

You really value me... The deputy patriarch of the Bai Lan family.

She now understands Zhou Li a little bit. Taking every step carefully and gradually finding out the truth are all necessary logic in the novel, because it allows readers to gradually empathize with the story.

But reality was different. The logic of reality was like sandworm shit, never forming a fixed shape. Just like now, Lan Ling's original plan was to infiltrate Central City, relying on her memories to gradually penetrate the central area and investigate for evidence of Lan Ling's family's drug trafficking.

As a result, the plan had not yet started, and they had not yet gone to the central city, but the "devil muscle man" of the Bai Lan family, who was also Lan Ling's father - Bai Lan Wushuang, appeared on this necessary route.

There is a kind of beauty in it where a brave man is kicked to death by the devil just after leaving the novice village.

"Choose."

The head of the Bailan family, Bailan Wushuang, struck a strange posture, stretching his body like an old ox doing the splits when plowing the field, and his words were full of coldness.

"Will you become a member of the family and dedicate yourself to the greatness of the Byakuran family? Or will you continue to oppose your family and be destroyed by my own hands?"

Lan Ling said nothing, but just held the Custer guitar tightly in her hand, and lines like musical scores appeared in her light pink eyes.

"Yeah····"

Having already seen Lan Ling's answer, Bai Lan Wushuang just sighed lightly, tugged at his crotch with some regret, and then said in a deep voice: "Word Spirit, Loyalty Stick."

“There is strength in the stick, and there is attitude in loyalty.”

The moment the words fell, Bai Lan Wushuang rushed towards Lan Ling like a cannonball.

"Word Spirit, Death! Metal! Rock!"

Not daring to slack off at all, the moment Bai Lan Wushuang moved, the Custer guitar in Lan Ling's hand burst out with wild electric light, and the endless strumming, wrapped in her words, hit Bai Lan Wushuang in front of her.

"I will use the closest thing to death, and the manic electronic music filled with metal, to let you, you idiot! See what real rock and roll is!!!"

Lan Ling's eyes were filled with utter madness, her pale pink hair tinged with a crimson glow in the setting sun. She kicked out, activating the EMG pickup, and the single-coil neck pickup instantly imbued Lan Ling's body with searing notes.

boom! ! ! ! ! !

A powerful kick met the short staff, and both were instantly sent flying backwards. But Bai Lan Wushuang remained unscathed, and neither was the unassuming loyal staff. Lan Ling, on the other hand, fell heavily to the sand, leaving a horrible bruise on her calf.

The gap in strength is too big...

Lan Ling stood up, her heart sinking to the bottom. As Bai Lan Wushuang's daughter, she naturally knew how terrifying this man who had dedicated everything to his family was.

The Loyalty Stick's effects were simple and brutal. At its most basic, it significantly enhanced all aspects of one's physical abilities by maintaining a high degree of loyalty to a certain being.

As a second-level professional - a stick dancer, Bai Lan Wushuang's loyalty stick has long had special effects.

Feeling the "recognition" of the Bai Lan family growing in her heart, Lan Ling's heart sank.

Yes, the advanced effect of the loyalty stick is to allow the person being beaten to gradually be assimilated by Bai Lan Wushuang and increase his loyalty to the Bai Lan family.

At the same time, because Bai Lan Wushuang's loyalty to the Bai Lan family is too deep-rooted, he does not need to rely on the amplification of the Word Spirit at all. Needless to say, he can greatly strengthen the loyalty stick.

Lan Ling gently pressed the buckle, and the second pickup appeared at her fingertips. She stared intently at the figure slowly walking towards her, silently calculating in her mind.

Boom!

The huge force created a loose sand pit under Bai Lan Wushuang's feet, and he "exploded" directly towards Lan Ling, holding the short stick high in his hand, full of loyal power.

Mid-position double coil!

The second pickup instantly activated, and a chaotic soundscape unfolded, filling the air with an all-pervasive noise. The single coil at the neck of the first pickup amplified the Lanling itself, while the double coil at the center of the second pickup acted as a form of territorial power.

Lan Ling stepped heavily on the ground, and sound waves filled with extreme notes continued to burst out from the strings. In an instant, the gravity in the chaotic sound field suddenly increased, and the power of music oppressed every existence in the field.

"Ah."

He paused for a moment before Bai Lan Wushuang swung the short staff in his hand with all his might, shattering the invisible musical note. Before Lan Ling could react, Bai Lan Wushuang leaped up at an even more terrifying speed, striking Lan Ling squarely in the waist with the staff.

In an instant, Lan Ling flew backwards like a broken rag doll.

boom! ! !

A wave of sand was stirred up, and the dust covered Lan Ling's figure.

"That's it?"

An expression finally appeared on Bai Lan Wushuang's face, but it was just a hint of disappointment.

"It's not over yet, old man."

The words seemed to carry their own electric music. Lan Ling slowly stood up, propped up her electric guitar, and stared at Bai Lan Wushuang with eyes filled with disdain and madness, like a demon. The blood flowing from her body seemed to form a strange pattern, like the rock sheet music placed in front of a guitarist before going on stage.

Death! Metal! Rock!

The closer you get to death, the more rock 'n' roll you become.

“I’ve still grown.”

Bai Lan Wushuang glanced calmly at Lan Ling's waist, then raised his short stick and spoke with a hint of admiration: "She is a good seedling who is dedicated to the family."

"I dedicate myself to you, Mom!"

Musical notes appeared on the guitar, and the next second, Lan Ling rushed towards Bai Lan Wushuang like crazy, jumping high, and the notes on the guitar in her hand were messy and crazy.

Ding!Ding!Ding!

The guitar's heavy blow wasn't just a blunt instrument; it had countless tearing "needles," like sharp musical notes materializing and piercing Bai Lan Wushuang's body. However, Bai Lan Wushuang, with despairing speed, shattered the musical notes with the short stick, and simultaneously spun around with a spinning kick, sending Lan Ling flying.

"If you are willing to dedicate yourself to the family, I will let you see your grandmother's spirit tablet."

Bai Lan Wushuang stretched out his short stick and said lightly.

"Stupid! Stupid! I! Fuck! You!!"

For a bard, their ability depends half on themselves and half on their "poetry." For a rock musician like Lan Ling, her most important skill is her musical score.

Let Me Be Born Again

E5 power chord!

Facing Bai Lan Wushuang not far away, Lan Ling frantically plucked out the chords. Three dissonant chromatic scales (C#→D→Eb) carried a tearing breath and transformed into arrows that pierced Bai Lan Wushuang's shoulders, throat and calves.

Leaving no room for respite, Lan Ling forced herself to brace herself, her fingers sweeping across the strings with all their might, the metal pick emitting a sound that couldn't bear the strain. The moment the string reached F#, a sulfurous wave of sound, filled with metallic aroma, immediately swept over Bai Lan Wushuang's body.

has it ended?

Smoke and dust engulfed the surroundings, and Lan Ling had lost most of her ability to think. Although she was also a second-level professional, her spiritual power was definitely not comparable to that of the battle-hardened Bai Lan Wushuang.

The spiritual energy in Lan Ling's body could only support her to activate the [Bent String F# Sound Wave] once. At this time, her mental strength and spiritual power had been infinitely overdrawn. The fact that she could still stand up was entirely due to her [Death! Metal! Rock!].

despair.

When she saw Bai Lan Wushuang tearing through the smoke and dust and slowly walking out, Lan Ling's eyes showed complete despair.