Who put Fatty Blue in my pocket?

"!"

Liu Yu scolded as the wine glass cracked.

"What the hell is Lin Jian's old thing doing!" Looking at the three secret art books in his hand, Liu Yu's heart suddenly swelled with a sense of annoyance that he had been tricked.

"Secret Arts, Herb Fragrance, Secret Arts, Ghost Drawing Talismans, Secret Arts, Scattering Beans into Soldiers. What kind of rubbish!"

Looking at these three classics, Liu Yu couldn't wait to tear them apart.

It's not that these three secret techniques are not strong, but the limitations are too great. Aromatic herbs can make plants emit a special aroma, and the aroma can be therapeutic or poisonous. However, it can only be used in a field with plants.

Ghost Drawing Talismans can create ghosts into various types of rune paper, but only if they summon ghosts, which must be summoned using another secret technique.

Scattering beans can cast spells on all items around them, making them combat-capable, but the wider the cast range, the smaller the damage, and casting spells on a single item is not as powerful as itself. Only weapons built in conjunction with the Creator will be most effective. Simply casting spells can only achieve the effect of bluffing. Arguably the most useless spell.

Liu Yu's men were silent one by one, and Liu Yu, who was originally a little irritated by Zhao Juan's disappearance, was also happy for a long time when he received the reward from the Ministry of Supervision.

In the past two days, he reported that the post-disaster reconstruction and the pacification of the affected people made his old face more and more tired.

I finally waited for my secret arts, but I gave these three rubbish, and the five books that he originally applied for were pressed to three already made him a little unhappy, and now the three secret arts he reported were replaced by these three rubbish because of the broken reason that the classics were missing.

I don't want to tear it up, after all, it's a secret art book, and it's hard to find a book, but it's not an ordinary magic book.

It's useless to keep it, it's too limited, and it doesn't help your own combat power except to improve your rank.

Liu Yu looked at the classics in front of him, his face gloomy.

"Zhao Juan has no news yet?" Liu Yu suddenly asked.

A green-robed mage beside him said in a low voice: "I can't contact Sister Zhao for 24 hours, I think something may have happened." "

Fart! Zhao Juan is a blue robe!" Liu Yu completely exploded due to the exhaustion and pressure of many days and the mentality of being destroyed by the secret art classics: "The only one in the entire Mucheng who can make her have an accident without a sound is Zuo Huaibi!" The

green-robed mage didn't dare to speak, and the cold sweat that slipped from his forehead revealed the panic in his heart.

"Check!" Liu Yu's face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and roared: "You have absolutely nothing to do with that kid!" Arrest him and interrogate him!"

"But our people saw that kid being taken into the mayor's house by Lin Lao today, and he didn't come out until dark." Another green-robed mage reminded loudly: "Now that Lin Lao is also leaving with him, it may be difficult to start."

Liu Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the three secret art books.

"Not long after he returned, the Ministry of Supervision sent the books over. Could it be that he has something to do with this?" Liu Yu frowned and pondered.

Suddenly, an idea suddenly appeared, making him break out in a cold sweat.

"In case Zhao Juan really died, that kid knew something, and that kid told Zuo Huaibi, and Zuo Huaibi told Lin Jian...... ""

I'm grass!" Liu Yu couldn't help but scold, and jumped up from the sofa with a flick leg.

Liu Yu couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat when he thought of the possibility he guessed, if it was really as he thought, it would be more than just three rubbish secret art books. Now these three classics also show that Zuo Huaibi is doubting himself, but there is no evidence.

And his side is impeccable, and the only hidden danger is Zhao Juan. Zhao Juan is his confidant, and both of them are participants in the invasion of alien beasts.

Zhao Juan must be found, even if it is a corpse.

And Wen Fan's kid probably already knows something. You can't stay!"

"Old eight, old nine, you go to the mayor's house to keep an eye on, don't get too close, any magic fluctuations contact me." Liu Yu put on a mage robe, forcibly calmed himself, and instructed his subordinates around him: "Come with me another 5 and go to find Zhao Juan." "

Yes!"

the two green-robed mages left silently and flew in the direction of the

mayor's house. The other six green-robed people followed Liu Yu out of the villa.

When he came to the courtyard, Liu Yu was slightly calmed down by the summer night breeze.

"You're waiting here. After speaking, without waiting for the five people to react, he returned to the villa alone.

Back indoors, Liu Yu closed the curtains, stood in the center of the dimly lit living room, and muttered: "Silent Technique! Beam Light Technique!"

The sound and light in the spacious villa seemed to be fixed, the ticking of the clock disappeared, and the moonlight outside could not shine in. The whole villa fell into a kind of mysterious silence.

"Holy Arts, Hearts Have Souls!" With

the chanting of the spell, Liu Yu slowly closed his eyes.

In the dark vision, Liu Yu could feel a lot of spiritual thoughts, some were dim and stagnant, and a few were bright and dazzling, slowly swaying.

These flame-like spiritual thoughts are far away in the sky, and those near are close in front of you.

Liu Yu pondered silently in his heart for a while. A faint cluster of spiritual thoughts closer to him began to sway, and then a bright light rose with a "Teng".

"What's the matter?" the rising spiritual thought uttered a thought.

"My lord, I need the location and information of C736. Liu Yu's thoughts were a little humble.

The cluster of spiritual thoughts swayed and thought again: "How many times have you said it, everyone is at the same level, there is no dignity, just call me B203." "

Yes! B203!

" The mind swayed slightly, and silently said, "Holy Art, one point!"

A thin wire flew from the distance with no end in sight, connecting to B203, and then B203's mind spoke: "

She's dead." "

Sure enough!" Liu Yu secretly gritted his teeth.

"Did something happen?"

Liu Yu was a little nervous: "No, it's just that she had an accident while performing her regular tasks, and I'll deal with the aftermath." "

Got it.

Lingnian swayed slightly, and it took a long time before he continued to transmit his thoughts: "By the way, the success of the Warcraft invasion has made A7 very interested in your plan, this time if you don't call me, I am also looking for you, and I will pass on the two holy arts you applied for later."

Liu Yu was stunned at first, and then ecstasy, originally just put forward a plan with a tentative purpose, but he didn't expect it to be so refreshing, so everything he was worried about seemed insignificant.

"Thank you, Holy Lord!"

this time B203 did not stop Liu Yu's gratitude.

"After the plan is successful, the rewards are a hundred times richer than this, don't let the Holy Lord down. "

If you need to contact me again. After transferring the wire connected to the C736 to Liu Yu, he said: "I'll go offline if there is nothing else." "

You're good to go!" The

slightly flickering light slowly stopped, and finally the freeze returned to dimness.

Liu Yu took a deep breath and couldn't hide his excitement.

He didn't check Zhao Juan's location for the first time, but quietly felt the holy art that B203 had transmitted to him through his mind.

Feeling the extra knowledge in his mind, Liu Yu sighed: "The original choice was really right. Three secret arts are not as good as one holy art. With these two holy arts, the success rate of the plan has increased dramatically. "

It didn't take too long to study the holy arts, but Liu Yu still remembered Zhao Juan in the end.

"I'm Nima! so far away!" Feeling

Zhao Juan's position, Liu Yu scolded angrily.

Liu Yu was extremely depressed, in this spiritual space, there is no concept of distance, and there can be instant contact between spiritual thoughts and spiritual thoughts.

But the message between the minds can make it clear where the other person is. It's a bit like the Internet, but it's more about intelligence exchange, less of clutter and spam.

"Is this being chased to the ends of the earth?" Liu Yu felt Zhao Juan's distance, frowned and thought: "No, even if you rely on the flying technique without considering the consumption of mana, it is impossible to run that far in 24 hours, this is a space spell!"

"There are not many Mu Cheng who can use space spells, and the most likely one is Lin Jian's old man." There is a high probability that he already knows some evidence. Liu Yu analyzed it, and couldn't help gritting his teeth: "Old immortal! I haven't given me a good face since the first day I came to Mucheng, and he killed my subordinates, is it true that I am a soft persimmon?"

Liu Yu let out a sigh of relief, and then his face was grim: "After so many years of being a cow and a horse, it's time to collect interest." "