This Damned Thirst for Survival

After eating, Feng Li asked Jiang Luo to carry the stool to the yard.

The snow in the yard has been cleared, the sun is bright and the light is good.Jiang Luo happily sat down in front of Feng Li. After putting on the towel, he reached out and combed all the black hair behind his back to protect the soul-destroying pendant.

White fingers shuttled through the hair, and the swan neck was looming under the cover.Feng Li looked down at him, his scattered hair was gathered together, some of which were quite messy.

He simply stretched out his hand to help the disciple comb his hair.

The bony hands of a mature man wearing a jade ring finger straightened the bundles of hair that had been blown away by static electricity.

On the side was the owner of the funeral parlor who was standing and watching the excitement. He offered a pair of scissors, "Jiang Luo, how short do you want to cut?"

Jiang Luo turned his head to look at his back.

For more than half a year, his hair has grown longer and longer, like crazy growth, and it has almost reached the shoulder blade from the bottom of the shoulder.It was inconvenient to rely on Jiang Luo's handsomeness to support his long hair, but now it became even more inconvenient.

He said casually: "Cut it all."

The owner of the funeral home was stunned, "What do you mean by all cut?"

Jiang Luo suggested: "Inch head?"

He thought he would look better with a cropped cut.

Feng Li rarely pursed his lips.

Jiang Luo's long hair has never been taken care of by him, but the quality of the hair is excellent, as smooth and beautiful as a section of silk, and after dripping the tears of ginseng essence, it has suddenly improved to the original level. It has grown a lot, and it has grown a lot.Such a fine hair, it would be a pity to just cut it off like this.

He gathered his hair, picked up the scissors, and made the first cut neatly from the bottom of the hair.

"Crack", the broken hair fell to the ground.

Hearing this pleasant voice, Jiang Luo smiled happily from an angle where no one could see.

Normally, when he wanted to cut his hair, Chi You would always intervene. Now that Chi You can't get to the top of the mountain, he can't help it, right?

Hahahahaha, Jiang Luo almost burst out laughing, happy!

It was the first time for Feng Li to cut someone else's hair, but he did it very steadily.Even if the owner of the funeral parlor kept telling him "hey, the left side is a bit long... no, no, the right side is a little protruding... the side is a little bit longer... the side of the side" did not affect him.

He quickly stopped, "Okay."

"Okay?" It was too fast, Jiang Luo looked back, and saw that the long hair, which was not much short, slid down to his shoulders again, "..."

Feng Li's voice implied satisfaction, "Not bad."

"It's not bad," the owner of the funeral home cheered, "It's much better looking than the cropped head."

Jiang Luo looked down silently, the hair that fell on the ground was only five centimeters long, it was more like a repair than a haircut.

If it wasn't for remembering the persona who was playing with the pale as a chrysanthemum now, Jiang Luo could hardly help himself.

The owner of the funeral shop burned the hair on the ground. Seeing Jiang Luo's smile, he leaned over and said, "It's better if the hair is longer, it can just cover the soul-destroying pendant. Neither your master nor the man of fate will pay attention to this." People who have such trivial matters will not ask if they cover it up."

From behind, Feng Li frowned seeing how they were getting close.

The relationship between Jiang Luo and Ji Yaozi seems to be more intimate than his serious master.

After all this nonsense, it's time to clean up the filth.Before, Jiang Luo went there alone, but today Feng Li and the owner of the funeral shop were joined.

Sure enough, the fateful man was already waiting by the spring pool, and the moment he saw the fateful man, Feng Li's expression became more condensed.The owner of the funeral home lowered his head, trying his best to reduce his sense of existence.

The atmosphere was a bit depressing, but the fateful man didn't seem to notice it, and said without any surprise: "You are here."

Feng Li didn't exchange greetings with him, and said directly: "Why do you want him to soak in the small spring pool?"

He sent Jiang Luo to Lian's house, just to wash away the filth from being occupied by evil spirits in an ordinary way.

As soon as Feng Li opened his mouth, neither the owner of the funeral shop nor Taoist Wei He dared to speak.The fate man was not angry, and said with a smile: "The filth on his body is too heavy, and the water under the mountain can't wash him off."

Jiang Luo looked at the two of them quietly.

Feng Li sneered, "You dripped your blood inside."

The fateful man explained in a gentle voice, "This will be better for him."

After a pause, the fateful man said again: "You haven't been up the mountain for a long time, if you're worried, you can take a shower with Jiang Luo, and wash away your filth from these years."

Hearing this, Feng Li looked at Koizumi, he was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "That's it."

After speaking, he stepped into the pool.

Of all the people standing here, only Jiang Luo was wrapped in a down jacket, dressed most like an ordinary person.Feng Li was wearing a white crane Tang suit with a black background today. After he entered the water, some light-colored filth slowly overflowed from his side, and was completely purified by the spring pool.Seeing this, Jiang Luo also took off his coat and got into the hot water.

The filth on his body was much worse than that of Feng Li.Even Feng Lihou showed a bit of surprise on his expression.

The fateful man stood far away by the pool, his voice passing through the mist, "Without my blood, the filth on his body would never be washed away."

Feng Li twirled the jade finger, and the corner of his mouth mocked, "Fateman has done his best for my disciple, and the Tianshi Mansion is very grateful."

Feng Li has always been a little aggressive, and today he showed no mercy to Fate.Jiang Luo always felt that there was something hidden between Feng Li and Fate.

He rolled his eyes, Feng Li put his hands behind his back, turned to him and said, "Find a place to soak."

He didn't seem to be here to clean his body, but rather to supervise Jiang Luo.Jiang Luo sat down in a familiar place and began to observe the water surface to see the effect of the soul-destroying pendant.

The few strands of black hair beside the ear were wet by the water mist, dripping sticky and greasy.Jiang Luo saw that the black water from his body was constantly being purified and forced back, but his sanity was not affected much.

Just as he was concentrating on watching, Feng Li's voice came from beside him, "What is hanging on the ear?"

Jiang Luo turned his eyes back and saw the tall man standing in the mist, frowning slightly, as if he was displeased that there was something out of thin air in his ear.

The owner of the funeral shop clearly said that Feng Li and Fateman would not care about such trivial matters, but judging by Feng Li's expression, he didn't just care, he was about to get angry.

I almost forgot, Feng Li is a person who wants to be in control.But Jiang Luo was just his disciple, and the disciple had an extra earring on his ear, so what did he care about as a master?

Jiang Luo slowly raised his lips, the lips soaked by the water mist seemed to be coated with a layer of rosy flower juice, he smiled lightly, "I think the earrings given by my friend look good, sir, what do you think?"

As he said that, he seemed to feel that it was not enough.Turning his head sideways again, facing Feng Li with his left ear wearing the soul-destroying pendant, he stretched out his hand and hooked the unsightly hair behind his ear, revealing his white and thin ear.

A hole was pierced through the earlobe, and Jiang Luo put on the earrings fiercely. Although not much blood was wasted, the earhole was slightly swollen and red with blood.

Feng Li looked at his earrings with an inexplicable expression.

Jiang Luo was still smiling calmly, "It happens to be my birthday in half a month, and the presents from my friends are all from my heart."

He wasn't lying, the original body was born during the Winter New Year.

Feng Li said, "Birthday?"

He stretched out his hand, and when Jiang Luo was caught off guard, he touched the Dementor Pendant.

Jiang Luo's smile froze for a moment as his fingers flicked between the tassels one by one, but then he recovered, "The disciple's birthday is in January."

Jiang Luo originally wanted to use the Dementor Pendant to take a look at the interior of Fateman, but who knew that Feng Li stepped in halfway.But Feng Li is also a good candidate, and Jiang Luo also really wants to know what his inner scene is.

Jiang Luo looked up at Feng Li, and after meeting those deep eyes, his brain went blank for a moment, his soul seemed to come out of his shell, and with the help of the soul-destroying pendant, he entered Feng Li's inner scene.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Luo seemed to be in another dimension, his whole body was so light that he didn't feel real.Jiang Luo looked down at his hands and feet, sighed for a few seconds at this wonderful feeling, and then looked up to look around.

In the blank interior scene, there is only a huge Tianshi Mansion.

Should it be Feng Li?Sure enough, Tianshi Mansion is the most important thing.

Jiang Luo knew instinctively that the Dementor Pendant could only allow him to see other people's mental images for 3 minutes.He didn't waste much time, and quickly ran to the place he was most curious about.

——The female ghost locked under the confinement room!

Jiang Luo's speed was very fast, the confinement room was located in an extremely remote location in the Tianshi Mansion, if he was not faster, it would probably be time for him to run there.

He counted silently in his heart, and after a minute and a half, Jiang Luo successfully ran into the confinement room.The door of the confinement room was locked, Jiang Luo kicked the door open, and came to the familiar ventilation duct.

Jiang Luo's eyes lit up, and the excitement that he was about to explore the secrets of the Tianshi Mansion completely ignited his passion. He kicked open the entrance of the ventilation duct in the same way, bent down and crawled inside.

There are still 1 minutes left.

Jiang Luo speeded up and found a vent in a room neatly. He removed the vent cover and jumped into the deep basement through the vent.

The black-haired young man landed gracefully, clapped his hands, and quickly looked around.

In the corner, a crazy woman with shabby clothes and messy hair was baking chains in her hands.She stared blankly at Jiang Luo, her fingernails were sharp and covered with black mud.The smell in this room is extremely unpleasant, the floor is full of garbage and black mud, the walls are spotted with moss and mold, and it exudes a musty smell of overdamp.

After Jiang Luo took a quick look around, he walked up to the crazy woman with a clear goal.Ignoring the mad woman's mouth that was constantly opening to bite him and her hands and feet waving madly at him, he brushed the woman's messy hair away, raised her head to see her appearance clearly.

Half of the woman's face was destroyed, and her appearance was terrifying.But between the brows and eyes, there is a somewhat familiar shadow.

"You—" Who are you.

Before he could finish his sentence, Jiang Luo's eyes went blank again, and the next moment, the person who was looking at him became Feng Li.

The stench disappeared, and the smell of spring water came to my face.

He came out of Feng Li's interior scene.

Feng Li didn't seem to notice anything, and he withdrew his hand lightly.But his hand was suddenly held by Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo looked at Feng Li intently, he held Feng Li's hand, and said softly, "Sir."

Feng Li was pulled by him so much that he needed to bend down. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he actually bent down following Jiang Luo's strength.

Jiang Luo's handsome face was mixed with beauty, and Feng Li's eyes were just like that.

Water drops fell from Jiang Luo's eyebrows, and the winding traces that slipped out were clearly visible, like ink that gradually faded.

When the distance between the two of them was as close as the last inch of an arm, Jiang Luo no longer pulled Feng Li closer.

He looked at Feng Li with all his attention, as if Feng Li was the only person he could see in his eyes at the moment, his eyes were as bright as gold flakes.Gradually, the corners of his lips were raised, and some of the fleeting malice disappeared in it.

"Sir," he smiled lightly, and said with admiration, "Your eyebrows and eyes are so pretty."

The smile deepened.

It turned out that the crazy woman who was locked up.

It's Feng Li's mother!