The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

Nan He stood under the corner, trying to stop his own bleeding.

But Yanjiu looked at the roof of a certain room in Nan's house. Bei Nanyao didn't know when he was standing there, staring at Yanjiu expressionlessly.

Yanjiu pulled the strip of cloth from Le Feng's clothes and slowly wrapped it around his injured wrist.

While facing Bei Nanyao, he smiled and said, "Senior, I quite admire your ruthless and unjust temper."

Bei Nanyao frowned and looked at the inkstone a little annoyed:

"You are really a troublesome person. Why? Are you bringing someone to kill me today?"

Yanjiu: "The important thing is to try." As he said that, he made a bow to Bei Nanyao: "Senior, I'm offended."

Hearing this, Nan He, who was applying medicine on the side, looked towards Yan Jiu. He was curious about how this fight would be fought.

It can be seen that Yanjiu is not good at fighting. He is better at some spells and formations...

In doubt, Nan He felt the light and shadow flickering in front of his eyes.

Yan Jiu disappeared out of thin air. At the same time, Le Feng appeared behind Bei Nan Yao, and the fox turned into a bright young man and appeared in front of Bei Nan Yao holding a fan.

It's obviously a situation of outflanking both front and rear, and the chances of winning are obviously high.

But Le Feng and Le Chao were thrown away at the same time... as if they had received a heavy blow.

Later, Nanhe saw Bei Nanyao waving his stick.

The whole process is very weird, as if the order of time has been reversed.

Seeing that Le Feng and Le Chao were about to be smashed to the ground, they disappeared out of thin air again.

Nan He was stunned and saw Yan Jiu standing under his locust tree. He was holding a little fox in his arms and a cat was squatting on his shoulder.

Yanjiu's face was pale. He looked at Bei Nanyao and said with a careless smile:

"Senior, it seems that you can not only control the speed of time, but also reverse time."

Bei Nan Yao quietly took back his stick:

"You're not bad either. My time technique is ineffective in your space formation. It's not easy to have your level of cultivation at this age."

Yanjiu said without hesitation:

"It's a pity that senior is not willing to kill me today, so I will have to bring someone to harass senior another day."

An impatient look finally appeared on Bei Nanyao's face:

"You... are really annoying.

You don't need to look for me again after today, unless you wait until the days when the soul is gathered, I won't show up again. "

Yanjiu was a little surprised, and even his eyes widened slightly. He had just taken a step forward.

Bei Nanyao had already dissipated into the night, and the deep black energy dissipated with him.

Those black energy gathered and disappeared in an instant. They were the ghosts that had caused trouble in the past few times.

There were so many evil ghosts that made Yanjiu feel heavy.

Bei Nan Yao manipulated those fierce ghosts just like he manipulated his limbs, and was extremely flexible.

Yanjiu's face also darkened. It seemed that the young man who was simple-minded and even dull was no longer there.

In order to save Zhifei, Bei Nanyao had allowed himself to violate his principles, kill innocent people indiscriminately, and manipulate evil ghosts...

But Yanjiu couldn't tell who was right and who was wrong. He just whispered into the void: "Sin..."

After standing there for a long time, Yanjiu came to his senses. He had two fur dumplings hanging on his body and was about to leave the Nan family.

Nan He just looked at Yanjiu angrily and had no intention of stopping him.

At this time, a car braked in front of Nan's house. Nan He raised his eyebrows and quickly walked into the house to put on a coat.

After the blood marks on his body were covered, Nan He calmly came out to greet the guests.

And Yanjiu's white shirt was stained with blood, and he was standing in the courtyard without any saltiness.

His eyelids drooped, and he occasionally stretched out his hand and yawned.

She looked listless, like a wilted cabbage with its skin broken.

At this time, the car door closed, and then the sound of steady footsteps gradually became clearer.

Yanjiu finally raised his stiff neck and looked out blankly.

At the gate of Nan's house, a man with a tall figure, a kind smile, and a handsome appearance was gradually approaching.

The man was wearing a thin black turtleneck sweater and a khaki windbreaker.

However, Yanjiu's eyes moved to the man's wrist, where a string of Buddhist beads was quietly circled.

The beads were originally quiet, but in Yanjiu's eyes they were extremely eye-catching.

Small-leaf red sandalwood, blessed by Buddhist scriptures, is holy.

Yan Jiu had no expression on his face, but he was sneering in his heart: The disciple taught by that old bald donkey from Cihang Temple, haha.

Yan Jiu thought about it again, and then he realized that the person in front of him was still Bai Xingzhao, who had recently completed his cultivation and returned to the Bai family. Is he his blood cousin?

When no one was paying attention, Yanjiu's lips curved into a sneer.

Nan He watched the excitement and didn't mind that the matter was serious. He ignored his wounds that had not been completely treated.

He greeted Bai Xingzhao with a false smile on his face: "Xingzhao, why do you have time to come here today?"

Bai Xingzhao stood in front of Nan He very familiarly: "I will come over as soon as I get off the mountain to have a drink with Nan He. How can I make Nan He wait for me for too long?"

As Bai Xingzhao spoke, he glanced at Yanjiu vaguely, as he was trying to determine Yanjiu's identity.

The clothes he was wearing were not valuable, but the blood stains on his body were very suspicious.

The posture is not elegant and dignified, and even standing there is a bit bent.

But Bai Xingzhao was always cautious. He glanced at Yan Jiu and then asked Nan He with a smile:

"Nan He, who is this...?"