So What If You've Been Reborn?

The next day, Shi Feng stopped retreating and reappeared in front of the demon cultivators.

And Chen He was dazedly touching the bright red bruise on his neck, and took out a mirror to disperse ghosts from the storage bag, and directly used the magic weapon as an ordinary bronze mirror, looking left and right, with a strange expression.

Since the last time in the capital, Chen He resolutely stuffed that memory into the corner of the mirage, and would never look through it when he had nothing to do. He took Shi Feng for granted and had no effect.

The result was that last night Chen Ho was clumsy, as if frightened, he didn't know where to put his hands, so he resolutely wrapped around Shi Feng's body, one can imagine how much he suffered.

He touched his eyes and found that the corners of them were a little red, he closed them immediately, and when he opened them again, they were safe.

His hands and feet were a little weak, Chen He simply didn't stand up, and directly meditated and practiced, the aura flowed out, half floating in the air, his inner breath wandered for six big circles, and he felt his stiff and numb waist.

There was only a faint throbbing pain somewhere, which could be completely ignored by Chen Ho.

No matter how painful it was, there was no pain like the claws of a ferocious beast pulling down from behind.

Shi Feng was very careful, and he was always patient with Chen He. Chen He's discomfort now was just because he didn't know the severity last night and couldn't figure out the situation. Whether it was uncomfortable or comfortable, he only knew to stick to Shi Feng's body. So what was originally done only once became several times, until the dawn appeared faintly in the sky.

Chen Ho didn't want to look at the Mirage Pearl, but he couldn't help it.

After blushing for a while, Chen He realized that although he was not drunk, he still did something stupid.

——When he was in ecstasy, he was still struggling to reach out his hand to grope for his clothes on the ground. Shi Feng held his hand to stop him from moving around. .When Shi Feng slowed down and asked him what he was doing, Chen He blurted out that there was no bedding or tent here and he could only find clothes to wipe his face.

How normal, Chen He thought angrily, whoever cried like that would want to wipe it off quickly.

Especially in Chen Ho's subconscious mind, he didn't want to lose face in front of his senior brother, it was too ugly.

Seeing the image of himself crying in Mirage Pearl's memory, Chen Ho struggled for a while: How old are you, why are you still crying, how decent is it?People in the world, how can there be tears when the clouds rain on Wushan (there are so many...).

And after listening to the words, the senior brother had a very strange expression... Now, he shouldn't be angry.

Regardless of embarrassment, Chen He carefully read the memory several times, basically thinking about it since he was crying, only to see that his face was flushed, his discomfort became more obvious, and his breathing was even a little short.

If it wasn't for the tossing and tossing enough last night, and the Beixuan Kungfu can hold on to the state of mind, I'm afraid there will be some changes in the body.

Chen He re-sealed the memory decisively, held his breath and practiced for a while, then slowly adjusted his clothes and went out.

The small courtyard is full of withered and fallen leaves, and the wind is much cooler.

When Chen He was dressing, he felt his limbs trembling slightly in addition to numbness, and even felt some weird discomfort when the cloth rubbed against him. At this moment, the cold wind rolled in along his collar, and Chen He couldn't help but shiver, his hands and feet felt even softer. , if it wasn't supported by a mouthful of true energy, it would almost show something wrong.

This is passion.Chen He didn't understand the aftertaste left behind.

I am enlightened not to say this.

He only regarded this inappropriateness as a normal situation, and he didn't know what it looked like in the eyes of others with his pink complexion, the lazy and contented eyes at the corners of his brows and eyes.

No one dared to step near Shi Feng's residence. After leaving the small courtyard, there were gradually more people.

Demon cultivators all know that Chen Ho is the junior brother of the blood demon, and he is not easy to offend. Moreover, the cultivation base of the Nascent Soul stage is enough to be able to do it in the magic way, and there are so many people who are not as good as Chen Ho, so everyone puts out He avoided it with a respectful look, and occasionally met a demon cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, who didn't lower his head to see Chen Ho, and was suspicious in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask more questions.

——Mr. Chen was so full of energy, he thought he was comfortable last night?

Can you say that?

Demon cultivators are not fools, and Chen Heyi didn't go to Qing.Lou Chu Guan Er didn't visit the Liyuan Jiaofang, and didn't go out last night. The county town is so big. Could it be that Chen He hid a woman in the house?

Even if he really hid the woman, he was so lazy just for one night?What about the physical strength of the monks in the Nascent Soul stage?Judging by his complexion, Chen He is not like a monk who lacks Yuanyang and lacks energy.

Reminiscent of certain rumors, the demon cultivators understood it without a teacher.

— By the way, His Holiness left the seclusion this morning?

Well, there is a lot of meaning in this!

Chen He was totally unaware of this kind of secret speculation. He still has a troublesome matter to deal with!

Taking three or five demon cultivators with him, he went out proudly and headed straight to the pawnshop where the disciple of the Five Poison Sect was imprisoned.

Moxiu, who followed Chen He along the way, hesitated to speak.

As if nothing had happened to Chen He, he knocked down two strange monks with one move. Before the ordinary people could react, Chen He blatantly used the name of "bullying men and women", and didn't even bother to charge him with the crime of "stealing children". , directly beat the two gossiping Sanxiu by the side of the road until their noses were blue and their faces were swollen and they couldn't get up.

It doesn't matter if he beats someone, his movements are like an antelope's horns, and he is unrestrained and unrestrained.

In the end, he picked up the two casual cultivators who had been beaten into a daze, and said coldly: "If you dare to gossip on Yuzhou Road, it's fine, but if you dare to act presumptuously in front of me, you're courting death."

Throw it back, only to hear a click, and one of the unlucky ones has a broken arm.

Chen He walked away, and the magic cultivator who followed silently all the time, said to the two casual cultivators with a grinning grin: "Next time, if you mess with Mr. Chen again, your life will be in jeopardy."

Who is Mr. Chen?In Yuzhou, as long as you inquire carefully, you will know that he is the junior brother of the blood demon Shi Feng.

The two casual cultivators who had just joked that Nan Hongzi of the Beixuan School had been wise all his life and died a worthless death had no choice but to suffer from being dumb and ran away in despair.

Chen Ho was also disturbed by these two people.

If the movement range is a little larger, the discomfort on the body will be more obvious. Fortunately, after the spiritual energy has wandered for a while, the strange feeling of trembling slightly when rubbed against the silk underwear is much better.

When he was beating someone before, he planned to lift his foot, but immediately there was a yell from the waist, Chen He was extremely depressed.

——He still didn't want to understand that all this suffering was caused by his restless movements under untimely circumstances last night.

Chen Ho's thoughts ran to the matter of whether Shi Feng was angry or not. He thought about it just now, and the senior brother seemed to have a really bad tone and stopped him several times, telling him not to move. Shi Feng didn't do this on weekdays. Pass.

Frustration welled up in me.

Chen Ho passed by a bookstore, his heart moved, he turned his head and went in.

Those who can afford books these days are rich people, or those who want to study literature and take the imperial examination.

A scholar in an old robe took two and a half old booklets and seemed to be negotiating with the clerk. As soon as Chen He came in, the clerk left the scholar impatiently and greeted Chen He with a smile on his face: "Mr. Chen What do you want to pick today?"

A few days ago, Chen He came for a stroll, bought Yuzhou local magazines and talked about them, and the bookstore clerk heard from the next shop that Mr. Chen was generous, regardless of the price. Today, seeing someone coming to the door again, there is no reason to be unhappy.

Chen Ho was about to speak when he suddenly felt an unfriendly look.

He frowned and glanced at him, seeing that he was a poor scholar, quite a mortal, so he turned his head indifferently, and with the handle of a fan he took casually as a pretense, he lit up some strange tales that were piled high, and said to the clerk unceremoniously: " You only have books, no picture albums?"

The privately printed tales of ghosts and monsters are said to be rural ghosts, but the content is actually very fragrant.Yan, some are more obscure, and some are full of articles.Every year, the government bans a batch of exaggerated ones, and turns a blind eye to others. After all, it is impossible for a bookstore to only sell books of sages, and the words of sages cannot be eaten.

There are many things Chen Ho doesn't understand, but he knows some common sense.

For example, there is spring in the bookstore.Palace Atlas sells…

The buddy's eyes lit up when he heard this, Chun.The price of the palace atlas is naturally much higher, which dude doesn't like to buy a copy?

"Hey, that's too much, young master, wait a minute, I'll go inside and look for it for you?" The man rubbed his hands and said.

"Huh, it's insulting to the gentleman!" The scholar dropped the book and left angrily, as if he heard some dirty words, and even said he wanted to go back and wash his ears.

The buddy ignored him, and it was just right to leave, so as not to waste a lot of talking.

After a while, he brought out a stack of booklets. Chen He frowned and fanned them, without looking carefully, he moved to the side: "It's not like this."

This picture album is a man and a woman, you can tell by looking at the bun.

A few demons flipped through the books indifferently, muttering that there is nothing good in this county town. When they suddenly heard Chen He say such a sentence, their expressions froze.

Then they thought of the rumors, and they all understood again.

Well, that's not true.

One of the demon cultivators also brought the buddy to the side to point out: "Have you heard that, my son doesn't want this kind of cliché booklet, take out some stuff from the bottom of the box... Longyang..."

The last two words were extremely low, and the buddy suddenly realized.

"Yes! Yes, it was bought from the capital a few years ago, so I'll get it for the younger ones."

Chen Ho was calm, without any embarrassment.

Even after the booklets were brought, they flipped through them in public, and carefully picked two copies to take away, and they were also the most expensive.This made Moxiu, who was following behind him, suspicious.

Everyone knows that dual-cultivation furnace is the same thing, there is no fancy tricks, after all, it is cultivation, not for fun, so there is no need to read this kind of brochure.

And under normal circumstances, the one who made the stove loses both Yuanyang and energy, and even if his true energy is sluggish, his body suffers too. Why do he have to look at more colorful albums to make himself suffer even more?

The strangest thing is that Chen He doesn't seem to have the slightest intention to hide it!

Not to mention mortals, even monks who come to buy this kind of thing, don't they just rummage through and walk away, how can they stand there in broad daylight and pick slowly - after all, this is a white day.In a world of ethics and ethics, all prostitution will be criticized.

Is Chen Ho like a furnace?Does this incomparably calm appearance look like the one who was forced and forced?

The hearts of the demon cultivators tensed up: It's not like that at all! !

A very bad and terrible idea came to their minds, and when they thought of Shi Feng's appearance, this idea suddenly swelled to the extreme.

No, it can't be!

So the demon cultivators were very unhappy, and followed Chen He all the way to the pawn shop, all of them pale.

"What happened to that man?" Chen He asked casually.

"Reporting to my son, you are stubborn and full of disrespectful words." The low-level demon cultivator of the pawnshop couldn't understand why the people following Chen He looked so scary, and they replied respectfully in fright.

Chen He smiled: "It's okay, let him scold him, and he will worry about the situation of his junior sister when he gets angry. It's a bad thing to talk quickly."

As he spoke, he went down to the cellar.

Hearing this, the disciples of the Five Poison Sect who were locked inside and tied up immobilized were furious and couldn't stop struggling.

Someone lit a torch, and the jumping firelight reflected on Chen He's satiated face, which could not fade away, and the originally handsome and delicate eyebrows and eyes became even more special.

Everyone caught a glimpse of it by accident and was stunned.

Thinking of Chen He's words just now, the disciples of the Five Poison Sect's eyes were tearing apart, and they yelled furiously: "You, whore, what did you do to my junior sister?"

"..."

The Moxiu behind Chen Ho couldn't help thinking contemptuously: Your junior sister?Don't say you haven't seen it, just say that there are female cultivators who are more beautiful than the Venerable, how many of us haven't met in our life?