I Am a Professional Hunter

"Okay master, then I'll go up and wait for you."

"Well, there are more people this time, can the helicopter fit in?"

Qin Wen looked at Mao Dalei's big waist and round body, one **** could take up two seats, and he was a little worried.

There are really not many people who went to the ruins this time, Chu Ziyun, Qin Wen, Gu Ge, Xiu, Muye, Mao Dalei, Tangyuan.

Even if the dumplings were sitting on Qin Wen's lap, Mao Dalei would occupy two seats, which would require seven seats.

"Uh... Mei Jiu and Wang Sigan Leonard are not with us, should... Enough? I forgot how many seats there are..."

Mao Dalei scratched his head, Qin Wen saw that his elm head was not open, he sighed deeply, waved his hand, and let Mao Dalei leave first.

Muye and Gu Ge are still packing up, and it looks like it will take more than ten minutes.

Qin Wen sat in front of the desk and touched the small head of the dumplings, thoughtfully.

"Yan Qi is gone... Although Tang Yuan is very strong, it is not controlled by Yan Qi. Although the lethality is high, the combat effectiveness has shrunk seriously..."

Qin Wen frowned. He didn't really want to bring the dumplings, but it wasn't because she felt that she was not strong enough, but because she was still too young mentally, less than a year old...

Wouldn't it be nice to let such a small child go to such a dangerous and scary place...

Qin Wen was a little distressed, but he couldn't leave her alone in the office. Everyone else had to go to explore the ruins together. After all, this was about Han Changgong's safety. One more person and one more effort means more hope.

"Well... wait, I almost forgot that I still have this trick!"

Qin Wen suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered an ability he had acquired a long time ago.

【Split Spirit】!

"This ability can differentiate into a weak ghost, which will make my body weak for a period of time, but it can be recovered. The ghost cannot exist independently for a long time, and must be attached to other individuals."

"The ghosts that were separated before have been kept in the body and are useless, and now they can come in handy."

Qin Wen smiled slightly, and then the palm of his left hand shrank slightly.

The ghost that was originally raised in the body merged into the head of the dumplings along the palm of the hand, and quietly hibernated.

The yin soul has long been separated from the yang soul and has grown stronger, so the body will not be weakened when it leaves the body. Qin Wen himself did not respond at all, and Tang Yuan only felt that his brain was cold. She turned her head and glanced at Qin Wen, and Qin Wen smiled slightly.

"Dad is always by your side, no matter what happens, as long as the dumplings are afraid, just shout."

Listening to Qin Wen's words, Tang Yuan smiled sweetly and nodded vigorously.

Qin Wen felt the ghost inside the dumplings, which was a very strange feeling.

It's like having an extra pair of eyes, and information from another place can be conveyed to your mind regardless of distance.

He can see everything Tangyuan sees, and he can hear everything he hears, and Tangyuan cannot detect it.

At this time, the consciousness of the dumplings was still the leading factor. Qin Wen's ghost was hidden in the dark, and at the critical moment, he could take over the body of the dumplings and exert a stronger combat power.

Qin Wen was relieved after setting up protection on the dumplings.

He turned his head to look at the [Soldier Raising Bowl] on the table, the [Sword Soul] was still being warmed up, and the several-inch-long sword body was still full of cracks.

It's just that it's much better than the one that was about to be broken before.

"It's a [Nightmare] level quest after all, take it with you..."

Qin Wen frowned, and finally decided to bring [Sword Soul] with him for emergencies.

He squeezed these few inches of small swords out of the [Soldiers Raising Bowl] and found that its weight had doubled several times!

The sense of oppression is also many times stronger than before.

"Just repairing a little crack, the overall pressure has increased by several levels! As expected of [Sword Soul]..."

The back of Qin Wen's palm oozes out a little spiritual power, and then it turned into silk threads, entangled the [Sword Soul], and pressed it against the back of the right palm.

In this way, it can be carried close to the body without falling, and with a wave of the right hand and injected with spiritual power, it can wave a terrible sword wave and shred everything.

Hard to guard against!

"Very well, it's ready."

Qin Wen looked at his equipment with satisfaction, and put the full backpack on his back.

Gu Ge and Muye also finished packing, the three looked at each other, nodded, and then went out.

Qin Wen took the dumplings and walked at the end. Although there was no one in the city, and it was impossible for anyone to steal their office, Qin Wen carefully locked the door, then pulled the dumplings and left with confidence.

Several people walked to the rooftop and found a medium-sized helicopter parked on the roof of a small area, and Mao Dalei was standing outside the cabin with an embarrassed expression.

"What's wrong? Why is the pestle here?"

Qin Wen looked at Mao Dalei, his face sank, he looked at the helicopter behind Mao Dalei again, and immediately realized the situation.

"Not enough seats...right?"

Qin Wen sighed, thinking that it was indeed the case.

At this time, most of the vehicles of the [Ling Shou] are used for rescue and transportation of supplies. It can be said that it is a lot of face to come up with such a medium-sized helicopter.

But even so, the seats are still not enough for everyone, not to mention that Mao Dalei is too big, even the weight of the dumplings is a problem.

Helicopters can be dangerous if they are overweight.

"Chu Ziyun, come out, we'll follow outside, the others are on the plane."

Qin Wen sighed and waved at Chu Ziyun.

Chu Ziyun was stunned for a moment, then understood, nodded, and stood up with his things on his back.

After all, out of everyone, only the two of them can fly.

"Muye, hold the dumplings, Mao Dalei, squeeze a little."

The others got on the plane, Mao Dalei took up two seats by himself, and the dumplings sat on Muye's lap, which was comparable to the weight of three or four adults. Muye's face was pale and breathless, but he still forced a smile on his face. , make the dumplings happy.

"Can you keep up?"

Chu Ziyun stood outside the plane and looked at Qin Wen.

"It's fine for a helicopter, but if it's a passenger plane, it's a little overhanging."

Qin Wen started to move his muscles and bones. This was the first time he tried to walk side by side with an airplane.

With the violent roar of the engine, the helicopter began to climb steadily.

Chu Ziyun began to generate wind under his feet, and a swirling and compressed wind pressure lifted him up.

Then it turned into a steady stream of thrust, lifted it into the sky, and moved as quickly as Iron Man.

The way she moves in the air is that compressed air generates wind pressure, and she moves by reaction force.

Its movement trajectory has no rules, and it is extremely fast and fast, and it can even stop the figure instantly or make sharp turns, which is very flexible.

But Qin Wen can't do it~www.readwn.com~ He mainly uses [Dragon Cloud] to create a foothold, and then uses Long Yan to boost the flight. The way of flying is very simple, and at the same time, he cannot change direction quickly, and can only use arcs. Reversed, so in terms of air combat, he is not as good as Chu Ziyun.

But keeping up with the helicopter is more than enough.

In this way, the helicopter carried Mao Dalei and Muye, Xiu and others flying in the air.

Qin Wen and Chu Ziyun followed in the air.

The two would chat from time to time.

"How far is the destination?"

Qin Wen, who had turned into a half-dragon, looked at Chu Ziyun, but found that Chu Ziyun was also looking at him with glowing eyes.

"So handsome...so wild..."

She opened her mouth and almost burst out laughing...

Qin Wen asked another question, and she finally responded.

"Huh? Oh, about a seven or eight hour flight."