Chen Yang has always been very curious about the exercises Shen Lang learned.
He searched around the Yin Demon Sect, but could not find any relevant records about Shen Lang's technique for refining the White Bone Demon Servant. At first, he thought that Shen Lang was extremely talented and created his own technique, but he did not expect that he used the Withered Bone Sect.
of spells.
However, Shen Lang's ability to combine the Withered Bone Sect's skills with the Yin Demon Sect's skills to refine a unique demon servant is also a skill.
Just when he was studying the basic skills of the Withered Bone Sect, a childish voice suddenly appeared in his head.
"Brother, I want to go home and have a look."
"go home?"
Chen Yang was stunned for a moment, wondering why the Eyeball Magical Artifact suddenly felt homesick. Could it be that he still wanted to send it to the Jidao Sect?
Chen Yang was afraid that if he rejected the eyeball magic weapon, it would lose his temper, so he cautiously asked: "Where is your home?"
The Eyeball Magic Weapon muttered for a long time and said something that surprised Chen Yang: "My family... I don't remember."
However, the answer was not from the Jidao Sect, which still made Chen Yang feel a little relieved.
Chen Yang comforted him: "Think again, tell me when you get up later, and I will take you home."
"good......"
The eyeball magic weapon became quiet again, and Chen Yang also breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he was a practitioner, Chen Yang still felt a little tired after exploring the ruins for several days in a row and straining his nerves.
As Youxue Wuya concentrated on driving the flying boat, Chen Yang decided to relax for a moment and closed his eyes.
But not long after, a wave of sleepiness came over him. Chen Yang knew that he was a practitioner and it was impossible for this situation to happen, but the sleepiness came too suddenly, and he felt something was wrong. He fell asleep before he had time to react.
Chen Yang suddenly felt that his body was floating in the air, and the world was spinning for a while, and he didn't know anything anymore.
After an unknown amount of time, Chen Yang opened his eyes.
However, the scene before him shocked him to the core.
He found that he was not on the flying boat, but squatting by a small pool.
What's even more incredible is that he found that his hands had shrunk as much as a child's, soft and delicate, white and red.
At this time, these little hands were playing in the mud on the edge of the pool.
Chen Yang was surprised to find that he couldn't control these small hands and couldn't get up even if he wanted to.
This strange feeling is like being possessed by a child and looking at the surrounding things through the child's perspective.
"Am I in a dream?"
Chen Yang had this thought in his mind and couldn't help but become nervous.
Could it be that he was attacked on the flying boat and ended up in this situation?
Chen Yang calmed down and speculated on what might have happened to him.
Suddenly, his body flew into the air again.
To be more precise, he was picked up by a pair of adult hands.
Only then did he see his appearance clearly.
At this time, he was wearing a pink jacket, red cotton pants, and cute tiger-head shoes.
Judging from the physical appearance of the child, Chen Yang believed that he was possessed by a little girl around four or five years old.
"Miss, how many times have I told you not to play in the mud, but you just don't listen!"
A woman's slightly scolding voice came from behind.
Chen Yang knew that this woman was the one who picked up the little girl.
The little girl was carried to the side. At this time, she raised her head, finally allowing Chen Yang to see clearly where she was.
This is a tall courtyard with red bricks and blue tiles, and overhanging eaves. It is quite luxurious.