My host in fast time travel is a full-level boss

Chapter 51 Phoenix Bloodline ([-])
Luo Zhi returned to her residence.

As soon as he entered the door, An Shi greeted him: "Master, I have brought An Yang back."

Anyang was tied up with a fairy rope, and looked at Luo Zhi with resentment.

[Host, you are not treating the hero very well, are you? 】

008 whispered for the male lead.

"If he doesn't, he'll run away. He's a sweet mom now. System, I haven't settled with you yet, yet you come to me to intercede for the male lead."

The system shut up embarrassingly.

It doesn't know why it is the world of cultivating immortals, it obviously chose the modern background.

An Shi followed Luo Zhi step by step, Luo Zhi glanced at him, his eyes softened a bit: "Go and play by yourself first, I will call you if you need something."

An Shi nodded obediently: "Okay, Master."

He turned around and ran out without even looking at Anyang next to him.

Only Anyang and Luo Zhi were left in the room.

Anyang looked at her warily.

If she dared to do something...

He was ready to die together.

But what Anyang imagined didn't happen, Luo Zhi didn't even look at him, and left the hall directly to the house.

He watched Luo Zhi's movements with bated breath, raising his nerves to the highest level of vigilance.

But the guessed change did not happen, he only heard a slight sound, which seemed to be the sound of the quilt being covered, and then there was no sound at all.

Before he could figure out what the people inside were doing, the breathing inside slowed down after a while.

Anyang: Asleep?
His tense nerves relaxed a little, and his eyes fell on the route Luo Zhi had just walked.

Why did she become so strange? Immortal cultivators never sleep, she just sleeps, but she even sleeps during the day.

Just like a mortal.

Anyang's eyes turned to the window again.

Why does such a bad person still have a good reputation?

Could it be that everyone is a sanctimonious hypocrite, so they can't see Luo Zhi's true face?

He smiled sarcastically.

Luo Zhi who was scolded was really exhausted, she just slept comfortably for a day and a night.

Anyang was left there with no one to take care of him, and no one came to bring him food. He, who hadn't yet bigu, felt that his stomach was gradually convulsing.

He continued to lean against the wall, expressionless.

He's used to this feeling.

"You..." Luo Zhi came out and saw Anyang, her eyes were surprised for a moment, as if wondering why he was still here.

Anyang caught that trace of emotion and rolled his eyes away in disgust.

"Stay here for the next few days, don't move around at will." Luo Zhi poured herself a glass of water to drink.

Anyang said sarcastically: "I'm tied up, what can I do?"

"Are you afraid that others would know that you killed me, so you created the puppet An Shi so that you can continue to live in the sect on my behalf?"

Luo Zhi's eyes were still calm, as if she didn't hear what he said, and she wasn't angry: "I'll untie you later, but you have to promise me to stay here."

Anyang snorted coldly: "Do you think I will be at your mercy?"

Luo Zhi felt that his voice was too loud and noisy: "Can you be quieter?" She stretched out her hand and rubbed her temples.

Anyang was taken aback for a moment, then snorted coldly, and stopped talking.

He felt the rope on his body gradually loosen, and after a while, the rope fell to the ground.

Luo Zhi picked up the book on the table and started to read it, completely ignoring Anyang next to her.

Anyang's stomach growled.

Luo Zhi looked at him in surprise, and Anyang showed humiliation.

He roared: "What are you looking at!"

Luo Zhi withdrew her gaze indifferently.

Anyang turned his head angrily.

A plate of spiritual fruit floated in front of him.

"Eat, don't starve to death."

(End of this chapter)