Lan Ziye was entrapped by her own magic array, and not lightly. She was inexplicably thrown three thousand years into the future. What frustrated Lan Ziye even more was that her purple eyes, a symb...
"Boss, what's this guy's name?" asked the sharp-nosed monkey-faced girl as she took out her phone. She also thought the boy looked familiar, but she just couldn't remember who he was.
"Damn it! Who cares? Tie him up first!" The burly man spat and when he raised his head, thick black hair had begun to grow wildly on his face.
Lan Rongrong was horrified. The sharp-nosed monkey-cheeked man who had just kidnapped her revealed a dog-like face, which was already scary enough. She didn't expect that the man next to her was also a demon.
Lan Ziye sneered: "You are not even a demon general, yet you dare to act wild in front of me!"
As she spoke, she had already clenched her fists, which were covered with a faint golden light. Before the burly man could make a move, she suddenly smashed them into his face.
At the same time, the sharp-nosed monkey finally remembered who Lan Ziye was. He shouted in horror, "Boss, he's the Twelve Young Master of Nanwang Street!"
Before the word "young" was even finished, the burly man with a hairy face was knocked several feet away by Lan Ziye's punch. He fell heavily to the ground and revealed his true form, which was actually a black bear.
The face of the man with the pointed chin and monkey cheeks suddenly lost all color. Young Master Lan was a very evil person in their demon world, and he couldn't afford to offend him.
The sharp-nosed and monkey-faced man looked at the stupid bear with reluctance, gritted his teeth, put his hands on the ground, and instantly turned into a hunting dog, disappearing in a flash.
"Xiaobai!" Lan Ziye called out coldly.
Then she heard a "meow" and a white figure shot out like an arrow of light. Lan Rongrong didn't even see what the white figure was.
Lan Rongrong was stunned by this flurry of activity. Earlier in the secret realm, she'd been astonished by Lan Ziye's instantaneous dispatch of low-level demons. But those were only low-level demons that hadn't yet fully transformed. The bear and the dog that had just escaped were clearly high-level demons that had already transformed, yet Lan Ziye had dispatched them with a single blow. (?O?)
Lan Ziye stepped forward to help Lan Rongrong untie her and asked, "Why did these two demons appear in the academy?"
Lan Rongrong finally recovered from her shock and said, "I don't know either. I was planning to go to the parking lot after school, but halfway there, I was stopped by two strange men in security uniforms. They asked if I was Lan Rongrong. I nodded, and they said the Dean of the Academic Affairs Office wanted to see me, and then..."
At this point, Lan Rongrong stole a glance at Lan Ziye. This was mainly because Lan Ziye had killed most of the low-level demons in the secret realm. Feeling guilty, she assumed the secret realm had been exposed when she heard the Dean of Academic Affairs was looking for her. Without any suspicion, she left with the two men.
It was not until she reached the haunted building that she realized something was wrong. She quickly found an opportunity to drink the soul-gathering potion that Lan Ziye gave her to save her life, and wanted to escape. However, she did not expect that even with the soul-gathering potion, she was still no match for the monster. She could only ask Lan Ziye for help. Fortunately, Lan Ziye really came.
Lan Ziye understood the general situation. She turned and walked towards the black bear, put the entire corpse of the black bear into the Qiankun bag, and stood up.
At this moment, a heavy black object suddenly fell from the sky and hit Lan Ziye in front of him.
Lan Rongrong hurried forward to take a look, and the heavy object turned out to be the escaped hunting dog.
Before Lan Rongrong could react, a pure white cat came over proudly.
This completely overturned Lan Rongrong's worldview! Lan Rongrong felt that if she hadn't experienced the secret realm incident, she would have fainted from fear.