Chapter 549：

Well, it's delicious!

Click, click, click——

I don’t know if the owner still has such a delicious thing, it must be rare!

Click, click, click——

It's so fragrant!

After Ye Fan waited for Xiao Zhu to finish eating the potato chips, he looked at the little guy covered with potato chip residues and smiled helplessly.

He helped the little guy to remove the potato chip crumbs from his body, and scratched his stomach for the latter, and the comfortable little Zhu Wei lay in Ye Fan's palm and groaned.

After coaxing Xiao Zhu Wei, Ye Fan put him on his shoulders, went downstairs, drove the Yuling armored car, and drove directly to the outside of the Nanling ruins.

Back to Nanzhou City without any disturbances, Ye Fan also refused Huang Ming's retention and boarded a ground rail train and returned directly to the Magic City.

On the way, it is smooth.

After arriving in the magic city, night had just fallen.

Ye Fan went to the People's Hospital and returned home after seeing his mother and sister.

Under the deep shady.

In a secret laboratory in Wanshe.

He had just stared at a few important experiments and returned to the dark cave room.

Leaning on the chair, Wan Snake sank himself into the darkness.

For him, darkness is the best disguise.

Only in the thick darkness can Wan She calm down and think calmly.

The darkness makes him feel safe and at ease.

Wanshe recalled all the things he experienced today.

This is his daily habit.

In the memory, look for your own loopholes, and explore the human weakness of each person you meet in the memory, as well as the places available for use.

Wan She couldn't help but recall the scene of Ye Fan killing the Evil Insect King of the Earth and two disaster-level seam ghouls.

Sizzling--

On his shoulders, the ferocious companion demon spirit climbed up.

The triangular snake head hung on Wan Snake's shoulder, and was constantly vomiting a long purple snake letter.

"Do you also feel the special thing about that boy?"

"Ha ha!"

"It is indeed a good show!"

Wan Snake touched the head of the purple black python, smiled evilly, and muttered.

Picture after picture, in Wan She's mind, flashed like a movie replay.

Sudden,

The picture in the memory is fixed on Ye Fan's last magic trick.

The mysterious and complicated technique diagram was something that Wan She had never seen before.

A new trick to kill Taoism and imperial spirits is an incomparable temptation for careerists like Wan She whose goal is to go to the highest level.

Wan She licked his lips gently.

In the dark golden vertical pupil, there was a strong color of excitement.

The veil of a new imperialism was about to be unveiled. Such a sense of anticipation was so strong that he was excited about it.

In Wan She's mind, Ye Fan sketched the scene of the last magic spell, which was slowed down frame by frame.

For him, a powerful person like the Eighth Sequence Doomsday, this method of manipulating the memory of his own soul is nothing but a trivial little trick.

Every pen movement of Ye Fan, as well as the length and mystery of every imperial spirit technique, were clearly and incomparably placed back and forth in Wan She's memory.

After studying the details of these sketches, Wan She fast-forwarded to the moment when Ye Fan finally finished the sketch of the technique.

The technique diagram quickly zoomed out in his mind.

Every turn, every overlap, every place where the demon spirit breath is poured into the pen, all can be seen by Ten Thousand Snakes.

The mystery of the entire surgical diagram was clearly presented in Wan She's mind.

He slowly closed his eyes and sketched it countless times in his mind.

Finally, in his dark golden vertical pupils, a strong purple-black demon spirit flashed past.

It's done!

Wan She said secretly in his heart.

He successfully sketched it a hundred and eight times in his mind.

After each drawing was successful, Wan She would overlap and compare with Ye Fan's art map in his memory.

From the beginning, there are slight differences in many places, and the error is getting smaller and smaller.

The last ten pictures are exactly the same with zero error.

Wan She finally felt that he had mastered this imperial spirit technique.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

His eyes were filled with excitement.

The purple-black demon spirit aura boiled over Wan She's body.

He stretched out his finger, drawing nothing out of nothing!

唰唰唰——

The index finger drawn quickly, dragged a long purple and black trail of light and shadow in the air!