Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

Before he smoothed his wet hair back, his eyes turned white.

A sharp and extreme killing intent almost materialized, coming straight at him, making him so dazed that he couldn't react at all.

Only a clear and clear voice hurriedly shouted: "A Yan!"

Bai Jiamu was suddenly awakened by the sound, took a step back, and sat down in the water in panic, becoming a veritable drowned rat.

The snow-clothed Taoist stood up from Cheng Yunzhi's side, and looked down at him as if looking at a lifeless ant.

At this time, a stabbing pain came from the left ear, and liquid slowly flowed down the cheek.

At first, I thought it was contaminated pool water, until I realized that the color was wrong in the corner of my eye.

Bai Jiamu quickly wiped his face, his hands were covered with blood.

Everyone looked and saw that there was a clear blood-stained gap on the inside of his left ear, and the skin had been cut open.

With a little more force, his ears could be completely cut off.

Realizing this, Bai Jiamu even trembled his fingers.

Gu Yan narrowed his eyes, stopped looking at him, and said lightly: "Speak carefully."

Cheng Yuzhi didn't really care about Bai Jiamu's swearing, but was surprised by Gu Yan's sensitivity to him.

The quickness of the shot, I'm afraid it has been held in my heart for a long time.

It's just that because of his presence, he only cut off his ears as a warning.

He grabbed Gu Yan and stopped paying attention to Bai Jiamu: "A Yan, is it a little too much?"

Gu Yan: "He scolded you."

Cheng Yunzhi: "Yes, it's just a verbal dispute..."

Gu Yan said coldly: "Death is not a pity."

The pool of water where Bai Jiamu collapsed was abruptly stained red by the continuous infusion of blood, and a large swath of it faded away.

With one hand over his cut ear, he staggered to his feet, soaked and steaming, with blood still oozing from between his fingers.

Cheng Yuzhi turned around and saw something was wrong: "Why is the blood still flowing?"

Bai Jiamu gritted his teeth, and his eyes were about to burst into flames: "attaching spiritual power to the wound...it's really a 'glorious' method."

In this way, the spiritual power will continuously tear open the gap, preventing the body from recovering on its own, which is indeed a dishonorable method.

Before Cheng Yuzhi could speak, he saw Gu Yan raised his hand and took back the spiritual power attached to him.

Soon, the dripping blood decreased.

Two figures appeared in the sky. Judging from their outlines, they looked like the two Yuanying Taoist Lords who had previously guarded Bai Jiamu.

They should have received a call from Bai Jiamu and came here specially to pick him up.

The two Taoist monarchs stood still, and one of them frowned when he saw Bai Jiamu's distressed appearance.

It's hard to say anything, and he came to help Bai Jiamu with a cold face, but was waved away violently.

Bai Jiamu endured the pain all over his body, and said forcefully: "I admit that today, I was not prepared. I will also hit you into the pool at the Xianmen meeting, so that you can taste this too!!!"

Yuan Ying behind him said coldly: "Master Bai, it's time to go back."

Bai Jiamu kicked over the low table carefully prepared by the host, and the spiritual tea and spiritual fruit spilled all over the floor, and the tea boy beside him cried out in distress and covered his mouth.

And he put the arm of Yuanying Daojun, was taken away and disappeared.

Cheng Yuzhi was silent for a while, and when he turned around, he smiled lightly.

He stared at countless eyes from all directions, and saluted generously: "I'm really sorry for disturbing everyone's elegance. I didn't deal with it well. I hope you will forgive me."

The fellow daoist at the next table lamented, "This is clearly an unwarranted disaster."

After finishing speaking, he sat down again, and the little boy stepped forward, removed the long table that had been kicked over, and served them fresh spiritual fruits again, but Cheng Yuzhi didn't eat any more.

Originally, this running water discussion had a good start, and everyone was happy; but now it was made unpleasant, and some people always felt dissatisfied.

Cheng Yuzhi felt it, and he felt a little guilty.

He said softly: "If I don't come to participate, maybe Mr. Bai can give some suggestions to fellow Taoists."

Originally, he was just talking to himself, but he didn't expect that someone not far away would pick up the conversation, looking at him with piercing eyes.

"But the skill you showed just now is already remarkable."

Unexpectedly, someone else noticed it, "It seems to compress the spiritual power and turn it into a huge thrust?"

Cheng Yun was stunned, and subconsciously replied: "Yes, when the spiritual power passes through two or three gates, there will be a process of compression and condensing. If it is blocked here, it will generate a thrust."

He demonstrated on the spot, pushing the water in the pool at hand to separate inch by inch, revealing the bare pebbles at the bottom of the pool.

The fellow daoist at the next table was shocked: "There is such a saying! Wouldn't the different key points produce different reaction effects?"

Cheng Yunzhi replied in a warm voice: "There is a possibility."

Now, whether Bai Jiamu fell into the water or not was forgotten.

Immediately, people gathered around and heatedly discussed the combination effect of Guan Qiao.

If this spiritual energy is attached to the weapon, it can actually have a certain repelling effect on the opponent!

In the end, even the host came together, and everyone had a great discussion with each other.

Even hands-on practice.

Immediately, there were several wet drenched chickens present.

Daoxiu, who was thrown into the water, was not angry. He wiped his face and rushed ashore: "That's great! I can't resist it at all!"

The host joked: "If I had known it earlier, I would not have chosen the island in the middle of the lake: when others' discussions are over, everyone is full of new methods; but when my discussion is over, fellow Taoists are full of water."

Immediately, everyone laughed.

With this interruption, the atmosphere became active again, and lively discussions began.

Batch after batch was served by the little boy, and batch after batch of spiritual fruit was also sent.

It wasn't until the sky was getting dark that everyone's stomachs were full of spiritual fruits, and it was unbelievable that they realized that it was the end of the hour.

So the little boy ferryed, and the Taoist priests gathered in twos and threes, and walked outside.

There were few people, and Cheng Yuzhi also stood up and walked slowly outside.

His beautiful face was somewhat gloomy, and the sweet smile that had always been on the corner of his lips was gone.

Daoxiu next door said goodbye to him: "Don't care about what other people say. Even if it's just building a foundation, fellow Daoists have a bright future. After all, ordinary people don't pay attention to such tricks."

Cheng Yunzhi forced a smile, without refusing, and the two exchanged correspondence letters.

When he returned to the inn, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and collapsed on the soft bed, suddenly felt back pain, and he couldn't do anything.

He murmured: "It's not right, I don't reject seeing blood..."

Why do I always feel uncomfortable.

Soon, he thought clearly, and turned around depressedly, facing the head of the bed.

There is a snow-clothed statue standing at the head of the bed.

The tall shadow completely enveloped him, as if not letting any bit of skin out of his reach.

Cheng Yunzhi suddenly felt like his face was on fire.

It wasn't that he blushed, or anything else—it was that Gu Yan's eyes fell, as if they were burning him physically.

What kind of gaze was that?

It was Cheng Yuzhi's eyes that had never been seen before, born of a terrifying expression, like staring at a hot stone that was baked to pitch black in the middle of a raging fire;

It is also like the last thin green plant that a traveler walks through the desert and reaches out to grab it.

Gu Yan's deep voice seemed to be reciting a poem: "...is my death."

Not like a person, but like say a bird, held in the palm of the hand and locked in a cage.

Cheng Yuzhi sighed wearily: "Teeth to tooth, blood to blood is equal punishment in itself. A Yan, you have gone too far."

Gu Yan insisted: "It's my fault. His ears should not be cut off, but his mouth should be cut off."

Telling him to be speechless for eternity, Jie'a Xianjun thought silently.

Cheng Yuzhi looked at him suddenly: "You..."

But he saw a hand covering his eyes from top to bottom.

Before Cheng Yun finished speaking, his vision was blocked, and everything he could see was pitch black.

Immediately, no light could penetrate the blockage of that hand and enter his eyes.

Cheng Yunzhi was shocked: "What are you doing?"

Gu Yan lowered her head and pecked his lips lightly.How attached, dawdling gently, not daring to go deep, and wandering around nostalgicly.

Cheng Yunzhi's breathing also became rapid, he opened his lips, and then he couldn't say a word.

"you……"

The sea was choppy, and the pier was still going up and down.

There is no curfew on Zhongzhang Island, so there is still a very lively night market.

Fresh sea fish were transported ashore, and monks passing by were discussing the glittering golden "long roll of fish shaking the sea" at the convening meeting.

A dark shadow swam under the loose planks of the pier, gently throwing up a small ripple on the water.

The porter was still talking, moving the boxes on the ship to the corner.

Passing by the water, I was a little tired, so I unloaded the wooden box on my shoulders, leaned on it, and barely took a breath.

In the eyes of ordinary people, they are lucky, because they can be selected by the immortal master to work on the immortal island.

But in the eyes of the immortal master, they are just mortals begging for food anyway.

As he continued to move, he vaguely heard something.

Someone is saying, "What were you anxious about last time?"

He paused for a while, then smiled faintly.

Unceasingly, he laughed so much that his skin got goosebumps.

The porter could even imagine the man who spoke with squinted eyes and a smile: "You are really greedy. If I hadn't stopped you, would you have emptied that man's chest to be satisfied?"

"..."

"After all, he is a Taoist cultivator, and there are so many people watching, so you should pay attention. But Da Neng is basically gone, you tell your father to be patient, don't worry about it, and when you put on human skin, you can cross the fairy king The remaining barriers come ashore."

"..."

"Have you enjoyed eating a mortal? That's fine, how about this eavesdropper?"

The porter was terrified.

Before he had time to retreat and shouted for help, he felt his chest tightened, his neck was held tight, and he couldn't breathe.

The man casually threw the body into the water, thoughtfully: "Or, it's not too late to make trouble after your thousands of people wake up."

He said softly: "What are you afraid of? This island will return to your hands sooner or later. There is no need to be afraid of these Taoists."

Under the flickering lights in the distance, there was light shining on half of his face.

Shining silver on the crown of the head "Xuantianzong" hair ornament.