Affectionate characters can't collapse [Quick wear]

Ji Xingyun wished he had worried too much.

He wiped the corners of his eyes casually, and the blood on his fingertips was dazzling, "You didn't mean it, so don't take it to heart."

I think you did it on purpose!

Who can't tell the difference between the movement of man and beast? !Even the height of the arrow is going straight to the person!

Qin Gui smiled lightly and said, "Since we met by chance, why don't we go together?"

Ji Xingyun was a little surprised, he was still thinking about how to word it with Qin Gui, but he didn't expect that it would be Qin Gui who proposed it first.

Before he readily agreed, Feng Yang beside him didn't know which nerve was touched, and jumped up first: "What? You want to be with us? Ji Xingyun, think about it carefully, that arrow is aimed straight at your life He said that he didn't mean it, so forget it? Who knows what he thinks in his heart."

"That's an attempted murder!"

Ji Xingyun saw that Fengyang's words became more and more serious, and he wanted to cover his mouth with his hand.

Who doesn't understand the truth, Qin Gui almost has bad intentions engraved on his face, but what can he do, he is a tool, so he has to serve the protagonist conscientiously?

Even if he sensed his malice, he could only pretend not to see it.

But the upright Feng Yang wanted to crush the steps he handed to Qin Gui, and even crushed a few times, and then spit on him, loudly accusing him of being uneasy and kind.

He could only say in a cold voice: "Fengyang, if you don't want to, then let's go our separate ways."

As if he never thought that Ji Xingyun would say such heartless words to him, Feng Yang's eyes were instantly stained red.

The people around him never dared to disobey the only young master of the Feng family. He said one thing, but others never said two. Under the pampering and pampering of the people around him, he developed a fiery temper.

In the past, if anyone dared to talk to him like this, Fengyang's scimitar would have been placed on the other party's throat, to see if he dared to choke with himself.

But in the face of this lifelong enemy, he broke the principle again and again. When the boy was angry and his face sank, his first thought was how to calm him down, and then the grievance of being misunderstood.

Some good intentions were treated with indifference.

Uncomfortable and resentful came to his heart together, he wanted to turn around and leave with a cold snort, but his legs seemed to be nailed in place, refusing to listen to him.

Feng Yang calmed down and lowered his tone as much as possible: "It's not impossible to be together, but Ji Xingyun, you have to stay away from him!"

Qin Gui raised his eyes slowly when he heard the words, and said quietly: "Speaking of which, don't you even want to call me senior brother? Xing Yun is the first apprentice of the Supreme Elder, and his seniority is older than you and me. Isn't it good to call him by his first name? Or do you have some dissatisfaction with Xing Yun and think he is not worthy to be your senior brother?"

He didn't explain his abnormal behavior, but pointed out that Fengyang's disrespect towards Ji Xingyun was disrespectful to Ji Xingyun. What Fengyang said inside and outside was that Fengyang even didn't want to call him a senior brother. He made it clear that he looked down on Ji Xingyun and pretended to be a good person here.

A good hand at sowing dissension.

"What I call it is my business. Ji Xingyun doesn't mind. It's your turn to dictate? You don't need to change the subject in a hurry, but it shows that you have a ghost in your heart."

The two chattered, making Ji Xingyun's head grow dizzy.

Qin Gui's temperament of hiding a knife in his smile, if it goes on, Fengyang must suffer, and maybe he will secretly hold grudges in his heart, and try to find ways to make up for it elsewhere.

"Okay, you all don't say a word."

"We're all from the same sect, let's understand each other."

These words seemed weak and powerless between the two who were full of gunpowder.

Fortunately, both Qin Gui and Feng Yang gave Ji Xingyun face in the end and barely ended the dispute.

***

The sun is setting and the moon is hanging high.

This is the second day in the secret realm.

Several people have already been fasting, and have no dietary needs.

Lighting a bonfire is probably a human instinct in the middle of the night. Even if monks have countless lighting methods, they will still gather around the fire in this deeper and dew-heavy night.

Ji Xingyun was sitting on a relatively square wooden board, Qin Gui specially cut it into the shape of a wooden pier with his sword so that he could sit down and rest.

Then Feng Yang, not to be outdone, found a thicker ancient wood, and made a table on the spot with his red machete, which looked very expensive at first glance.

Both immortal cultivators have the potential to be carpenters, and they can support themselves with this craft even if they fall down in the future.

Ji Xingyun saw Fengyang move the table in front of him with sparkling eyes, and couldn't bear to please him, so he untied the saber from his waist and put it on it.

Fragments of fire danced in the light-colored eyes of the young man. Very few monks would bear the blood of ancient beasts, like Feng Yang, whose ancestor was the Phoenix, but because of intermarriage with humans, this blood has become much shallower .

But when he gets emotional, his pupils turn red.

Qin Gui's eyes are gilt gold, and he is not a pure human cultivator.

Compared with these cultivators with the blood of beasts, the color of the boy's pupils is too light, like liquid amber that has been diluted several times, with a translucent shimmer.

Looking at it makes people feel soft.

Even Qin Gui unconsciously lowered his tone. Seeing the boy's eyes half closed, he asked softly, "Are you sleepy?"

Ji Xingyun: "...No."

In fact, there is a little bit.

In this warm and safe environment, daytime running around turns into fatigue and seeps into the bones a little bit, and the crackling sound of firewood in contact with the air is also the best sleep aid weapon.

But as a cultivator, one should not have these worldly desires.

"Brother, you shouldn't be here."

Ji Xingyun looked at Qin Gui.

The man's eyes drooped slightly. Looking at him from this angle, his facial lines had some cold and hard arcs. The expression on his face, but the downcast eyes carried a bit of meaning.

Under the warm orange light, he is handsome and somewhat wicked.

Ji Xingyun's eyes froze, and when he looked over carefully, the man had returned to his usual demeanor.

"You can come in a foundation building period, why can't I come?"

Qin Gui was stunned, and then said with a half-smile: "That's right, I can live in safety now, senior brother Ji Ren Tianxiang is strong, so I will go out safely."

Ji Xingyun's eyebrows twitched, and he knew that Qin Gui would not say anything good, and the flag was set up first.

"You too."

The conversation between the two was ordinary, but Feng Yang felt a surge of undercurrents, and an inexplicable coldness emanating from between them.

He interjected next to it: "Don't worry, we will all get out alive."

"Ji Xingyun, when I return to Guiyizong, I will give you all the pocket money I have saved, and treat it as a reward for saving my life."

Ji Xingyun: "..."

Well done, why did you stand up?

Ji Xingyun was very tired, he looked away without saying a word, stared straight at the burning firewood in front of him, and didn't want to communicate with them any more.

The night was as cool as water, neither rain nor wind.

Ji Xingyun fell asleep, and slept soundly.

When he woke up again, there was a thick carpet under his body, and two people's coats covered his body.

Ji Xingyun set off one thing after another: "..."

The atmosphere between Qin Gui and Feng Yang is always a little delicate, they always want to compare each other, they are as naive as an eight-year-old child.

What Ji Xingyun didn't expect was that they would also compete in this aspect.

No wonder he always felt heavy on his body, as if something was pressing on him.

Qin Gui and Feng Yang stood on both sides of Ji Xingyun clearly, their faces getting darker than the other.

They probably had another fight while he was sleeping.

One has a bad temper, and the other has yin and yang. If Ji Xingyun hadn't been a mediator in it, they would never have walked together anyway.

Ji Xingyun stood up in embarrassment, and both of their coats were wrinkled by him.

They didn't care to pick it up and put it on again.

Qin Gui: "Brother, don't you want to sleep for a while?"

Ji Xingyun shook his head, he was a little dazed because he had slept too deeply, and he hadn't put on the mask of pretending indifference, showing a little softness and cuteness that he didn't usually have, making him look even more bullying.

But in the next second, his eyes suddenly became sharper, and his originally confused expression instantly became sober.

The saber placed on the table flew into his hand in an instant.

I don't know when it started, the surroundings were dead silent, the sounds of birds, beasts and insects suddenly disappeared, and under the eerie silence, an inexplicable sense of crisis hit my heart.

Two clouds of black mist rose from the yellowed ground, and the black shadows gradually solidified, staring at Ji Xingyun with great interest, "As expected of a disciple of Guiyi Sect, he is really vigilant, and other sects really can't compare .”

They were all carrying a slightly obtrusive package on their backs, the bulging appearance seemed to be stuffed with things, and the thin silk fabric had been soaked in blood, with only a little edge showing the original color.

The trophies obtained after killing people and stealing goods can clearly be placed in the storage bag, but they are exposed outside. It is nothing more than trying to deter other monks in this way.

It doesn't seem to have the desired effect.

The young man in front of him was as cold as jade, and his expression was still cold in the face of the evil Moxiu, which was a little different from the few who had just fucked up.

I don't know if I will kneel down and beg for mercy later?

What they like to torture the most is the hypocritical swordsman who relies on his talent.

Especially these beautiful-looking, white-skinned and delicate-skinned ones, who break every inch of their pride, keep them in cages as pets, how pleasing to the eye.

I don't know what came to mind, Moxiu's scarlet eyes became sticky and creepy like snakes, and his tone was more interesting: "She is really a rare beauty. I don't know how it tastes. She should be the most beautiful woman in the Hehuan Sect." A good furnace should be even more wonderful."

These two demon cultivators were subordinates following behind Xie Zhiwei.

As soon as they changed their cautious and respectful appearance in front of the Lord of the Demon Realm, they uttered nasty words that were unbearable.

Originally, Ji Xingyun was a little worried that they would have an impression of him, so he took off his vest in front of everyone.

It seems that he thinks too much.

Ji Xingyun, who was kept by the vest, looked cold, and was extremely disgusted by Moxiu's greasy words.

Before he could make a move, the people around him rushed out like a gust of wind. The blood-colored scimitar was dazzling in the morning sun, and the blade was covered with a layer of brilliant fire-colored brilliance. It was an extremely vicious killing move!

Ji Xingyun paused for a moment, then raised his voice: "Fengyang!"

The young man in red was like a ghost, shuttling between the two demon cultivators, and he used a scimitar with the aura of being invincible.

In just a few breaths, several tricks were passed.

But Ji Xingyun frowned. The demon cultivators obviously didn't use their full strength, and they were teasing Fengyang like cats and dogs.

Fengyang also realized that the moves became more and more fierce.

Ji Xingyun couldn't stand it anymore, so he shared an opponent for him.

After fighting this demon cultivator, Ji Xingyun felt the difficulty of the enemy.

This person's cultivation is not below him.

"seal up."

Transparent icicles rose out of thin air, spread from the place where it touched the sword body, and froze most of Moxiu's body in a blink of an eye.

Before Ji Xingyun could make a move, a powerful aura erupted, and he flew several meters away under the huge driving force before he managed to stabilize his figure.

Qin Gui supported him, his eyes were full of worry: "Senior brother..."

"you go first!"

Qin Gui didn't join the battle, nor did he leave.

He, a monk in the "foundation period", couldn't intervene in this kind of battle. If he went in, he would either delay his legs or directly send him to death.

He stood still and watched as Ji Xingyun threw Feng Yang, who was vomiting blood, far away, and then turned to face the two Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators.

The sword repairer's sword can't be bent, and with this indomitable momentum, there are almost no opponents in the same realm.

It is not uncommon for a sword cultivator to leapfrog challenges in the cultivation world, but it does not mean that he can defeat two opponents whose cultivation base is higher than his.

Qin Gui waited expressionlessly to see the end of this battle.

Thinking indifferently, Ji Xingyun had no chance of winning.

The author says:

感谢在2022-01-0212:01:13~2022-01-0310:48:31期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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