The No. 1 blue face in the world of comprehension

Shen Zhihan remembered that among the six incarnations of the hero Mu Yichen, only Feng Bumin inherited his special physique and eye color.

Unlike the black clothes he first met in the Jingwei Academy, Feng Bumin changed into a simple white dress and sat quietly on a bamboo chair.

He watched Shen Zhihan quietly, his whole body looked cold and calm against the extremely clean color, but the upper half of his face was still tightly covered by sideburns and a black mask, only his thin and thin chin and lips were exposed.

Shen Zhihan couldn't help sighing.

Those gilt pupils were supposed to be the most clear and upright color in the world, but Feng Bumi's body was full of indifferent, dark and cold killing intent, just like the mysterious and treacherous Fallen God Tianyuan in the legend.

Being stared at by such a pair of eyes, Shen Zhihan didn't know what to say for a while.

"you……"

It was Feng Bumin who broke the silence between the two first, and his thin lips parted slightly. Although there was a doubt, his voice was still calm: "Does it still hurt?"

Shen Zhihan was startled, completely unexpected that Feng Bumin's first sentence was to ask about his injuries, and the other party said again: "Xie Changliu...wanted to break your heart."

Xie Changliu's previous palm actually wanted to cut his heart out, but Feng Bumin and Fang Qiyu cut it off at the same time, which hurt his heart.

Shen Zhihan subconsciously stroked his heart that was still in pain, and smiled wryly: "...I know."

"Does it hurt?"

Feng Bumin asked again, seemingly obsessed with this question, Shen Zhihan was a little puzzled, but still shook his head, forced a smile from the corner of his mouth: "It doesn't hurt."

- No wonder! ! !

His heart was injured, and he was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe, but the purpose of Feng Bumin knocking him out and taking him away was unknown, Shen Zhihan didn't dare to relax.

This Demon Lord crawled out of a place like Fallen God Tianyuan.In other words, like a ghost crawling out of hell.

Shen Zhihan didn't know anything about his specific personality and hobbies except for a few words about his character design. Who knows if this hero's incarnation will be like Xie Changliu, an indeterminate bomb|bomb?

Shen, who was almost "bombed" to death not long ago, sighed.

Feng Bumin was able to take him away from Xie Changliu and Fang Qiyu's subordinates, his cultivation must be extremely advanced, and it is afraid that only his master can match.If it happens again according to Xie Changliu's previous script, how can he stop it with his strength?

The sound of his sigh is very slight, but in this too quiet darkness, even the crackling of the burning wick can be clearly heard, let alone this soft sigh?

Therefore, Feng Bumin got up immediately, grabbed the candlestick with one hand and walked to the side of the couch, the corner of Baoliang's mouth pressed down: "Why are you sighing if it doesn't hurt?"

The former's lips moved, and just about to speak, the other party raised his hand, and a ray of mysterious light flew out of his hand in an instant, sinking into Shen Zhihan's chest.

Almost instantly, the chest pain disappeared without a trace like the tide receding.

Shen Zhihan pressed his chest in disbelief, but found that it was not his illusion.

This is not right, the devil energy has always been based on destruction and killing, how could it have such an immediate healing effect? ? ?

"What... what's going on here?" He looked up in astonishment, and met Feng Bumin's condescending golden pupils who were looking down at him, "How did the domain master do it?"

The corners of Feng Bumin's lips were pressed down again, and he said coldly, "Feng Bumin."

"Ah?" Shen Zhihan didn't react for a while.

The former spoke again: "Don't call me the domain master, I have a name, and my name is Feng Bumin."

Obviously his voice was still generally indifferent, but Shen Zhihan always had the illusion of hearing some dissatisfaction from it.

Xin Dao still doesn't want to provoke people in other people's territory, he nodded, and said kindly: "Okay, Brother Feng."

The corners of Feng Bumin's mouth that had just relaxed were pressed down again: "Bumin!"

The blue veins on Shen Zhihan's forehead started to twitch again. Based on the former's previous reaction and years of experience with Lu Zhilan, he instantly understood what the other party meant, and hurriedly changed his words: "Okay, okay, don't pity...brother."

Only then did the former put the candlestick in his hand on the small table beside the couch, and said in a low voice: "This is a contract of mutual fate."

Seeing that Shen Zhihan was still a little puzzled, Feng Bumin added: "I hurt you for you, you must not leave me for a hundred feet."

Shen Zhihan: "..."

If he understands correctly, this means forcibly binding, right? ? ?

"This..." He was a little confused, "Qingyun and Bumin...brother, we just met for the first time, how can I let you bear the injury for me? Why don't I trouble you to put it in the Wuwei sect next time, the master has his own way to help me ..."

"No."

Feng Bumin interrupted him without hesitation: "Feng Huifeng is fine, you can't leave."

Shen Zhihan: "..."

What is so mysterious about this place?Why is it that all the male protagonists here are snake spirits? ? ?

He didn't hesitate immediately, he just wanted to leave quickly, gathered his spiritual power and wanted to send a message to Master, but suddenly found that his meridians were empty.

This is wrong, when he woke up, he could still feel the spiritual power flowing in his meridians, why did it disappear in an instant? !

Shen Zhihan frowned, and subconsciously met the cold golden eyes of the other party: "What is the meaning of this, Lord Master? Why do you want to seal Qingyun's spiritual power?"

Seeing that his complexion was not very good, Feng Bumin grabbed his arm through his thick sleeves: "The same fate curse will repel your spiritual power, so you have no choice but to seal it."

"With my protection, you don't need a little spiritual power." The other party paused, his voice seemed a little low, "As you said, I like the scenery here."

...Did I say that? ? ?

Shen Zhihan began to doubt life a little bit.

Seeing his reaction like this, Feng Bumin didn't seem very happy again, he stretched out his arms and immediately hugged him up: "I'll take you to see it."

Shen Zhihan: "???"

The other party's actions are always unexpected, before Shen Zhihan can make a sound to stop him, there is a flower in front of his eyes, and then he is blown speechless by a gust of wind.

Through the moonlight, he saw that the two came out of a two-story bamboo building.

The bamboo building is located at a very high altitude, Shen Zhihan turned his head, and saw a sea of ​​clouds on the other side opposite it, obviously this place is a high cliff not lower than the Four Peaks of Wuwei.

"Brother No Compassion," Shen Zhihan felt uncomfortable being hugged by him, so he could only cover his lips with one hand, and tried his best to face the strong wind, "I can walk on my own, can you put me down?"

Feng Bumin nodded immediately, and put him down, but still wrapped his arms around Shen Zhihan's waist, refusing to let go.

The former had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​letting him let go of himself again, and looked towards the sea of ​​clouds ahead.

Perhaps it is because of the strong wind on the top of the cliff that the vast sea of ​​clouds has become turbulent. Compared with the clouds of Wuweizong, it is a little less peaceful and peaceful, but it has added many unpredictable changes to it, which looks very special.

Feng Bumin saw his expression, but waved his free hand forward lightly at this moment.

As if inspired by his power, the billowing sea of ​​clouds separated from the feet of the two of them to both sides in an instant, as if someone had split the sea of ​​clouds with a sword.

The color difference between the land covered by the night and the sea of ​​clouds is too obvious, Shen Zhihan's eyes naturally looked down along the gap between the clouds, but when he saw the scenery below, he froze in place.

Climbing high means looking far away, standing in the position of the two of you and looking down, you can almost see the scenery of thousands of miles.

It is said that when the moon is bright, the stars are rare, but when the bright moon shines all over the ground under his feet, Shen Zhihan feels as if he has seen an endless sea of ​​stars.

Warm lights spread all over the place, as if someone shook a dust whisk full of starlight three times in the air, and the stars scattered unevenly. Just looking from a distance, one can't help yearning for these warm lights.

The sky is high and the moon is endless, and there are thousands of miles of lights under the clouds.

Feng Bumin looked at Shen Zhihan's side face intently, it seemed that the coldness in his eyes had faded by three points, and they were tainted with some "human" meaning.

However, Shen Zhihan's clear and delicate peach blossom eyes reflected the lights of thousands of families under his feet, which seemed more gentle and peaceful than usual.

Shen Zhihan thought, if he had really been to this place before, then he would really like it very, very much.

——Under this ten-thousand-foot peak, there is actually ten feet of soft red, and the world is full of fireworks.