Affectionate characters can't collapse [Quick wear]

Yun Cangtu's face was bloodless, and after hearing Fengyang's questioning words, he became even more pale like a ghost.

He pressed his hands tightly to his chest, coughing up blood and foam.

As soon as he raised his head, he met everyone's suspicious and guarded expressions.

He thought it was bad.

Originally, he still had some reason, but after he shot Ji Xingyun, there was nothing left.

The people present would not excuse him for using force without authorization because he was seriously injured.

The monks are not blind. Anyone with a little vision can see how much power he has used, but it goes straight to crippling the young man's ability to move. If it is a little heavier, Ji Xingyun will die on the spot.

Before the truth was found out, such a heavy hand...

Taking a step back, even if all kinds of evidence point to Ji Xingyun, the crime he committed has been confirmed and cannot be refuted.

Since it can be brought back to a deacon hall, there will be a person in charge of this matter to convict it, or the elders will punish it.

No matter how many rounds it took, it was not the turn of Yun Lanfeng's people to make a move.

Could it be that he was thinking of beating him into a trick, or directly killing people to silence him, so there is no proof?

Cangtu Shengjun did not hesitate to offend the Supreme Elder, but what is his intention? Yunlan Peak is [-] meters away from Xueling Peak. Over the years, Shengjun has often gone out to practice, and his days in the sect are numbered. Whether you have met Ji Xingyun or not, you can talk about it, not to mention the enmity with him.

He was in such a hurry to pour dirty water on Ji Xingyun's head that even under the young man's justified rebuttal, he even swung his blade...

Could it be that he wanted to protect the real murderer?

Thinking of this place, the expressions of the few people couldn't help but change. They thought they had sensed the hidden secret, and they looked at Yun Cangtu even more strangely.

How could Fengyang not think of what others could think of.

Because I have some understanding of Master, I even think deeper.

In his impression, there was such a monk named Yuzhang.

He is not high in cultivation, he is smooth and sophisticated, he always wears a flattering smile, and he seems to be unable to straighten up when facing him, and he speaks flattery words all the time.

Fengyang is used to this kind of boneless people, so he doesn't like him very much.

Yuzhang is not the master's apprentice, but he has a very good relationship with the master. Fengyang saw the two of them plotting something more than once, and both of them regarded him as a fool who had no ambitions and only knew how to fight.

Never shy away from him in anything.

In the past, Feng Yang could have turned a blind eye and pretended he didn't see it, but this time they actually counted on Ji Xingyun.

The knife with infinite killing intent just passed in front of his eyes, and slashed at Ji Xingyun extremely fiercely. Feng Yang's soul was broken, but he was helpless.

He is too weak to protect the person he wants to protect.

The fist at the side was clenched and then loosened, Feng Yang's lips were pursed tightly, the blood in his eyes was bubbling up, almost gushing out, and the sun in his hand made a buzzing sound following the change of his master's mood.

Yun Cangtu sensed Fengyang's abnormality and thought he was angry with him.

He widened his eyes angrily, and his mouth was full of unsavory swear words: "Eat the dog's food, that little devil promised you something good, let you rush to speak for him like this."

He sneered and said, "Why, who are you showing this face to? A bird with no feathers is trying to unleash the pressure of a divine beast. You, with your mottled blood, will not be able to become a phoenix for tens of thousands of years!"

Seeing Fengyang's complexion getting darker and darker, the redness in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Yun Cangtu stopped the cursing in his mouth, and he roared sternly: "You ungrateful brat, don't forget who taught you this skill!"

"Fengyang, Jingshen!"

Seeing that Fengyang was stimulated like a sign of being possessed by demons, Ji Xingyun couldn't care less about watching the show. He moved very quickly to Fengyang's side, tightly holding his trembling arm.

The pure frost-colored spiritual power penetrated into the veins of the young man in red, and the journey went smoothly and unexpectedly, very silky, without encountering any obstacles.

Ji Xingyun comforted the frenzied aura in Fengyang's body, and led them around in a circle. When he was about to withdraw his consciousness, a few strands of red aura entangled him intimately, and circled him several times.

Like the main character, Fengyang's aura is humanized and full, and he is very reluctant to let him go.

Ji Xingyun struggled to break free, and took his consciousness back into the inner mansion.

When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him made him gasp, his face turned pale, as if he had seen an extremely terrifying existence.

This space was torn apart like a piece of silk and satin, revealing an empty nothingness. Violent coercion suddenly spread along the cracks, bending the backs of all the people present.

Time seemed to slow down.

Compared with everyone with a slightly curved body, Ji Xingyun with his straight back stands out from the crowd like a chicken, very conspicuous.

Just when everyone was still in shock, not knowing where the power came from, and wondering whether it was an enemy or a friend, a big hand with distinct bones suddenly protruded from the gap, grabbed Ji Xingyun's wrist and dragged him in under the eyes of everyone.

The man's voice was low and hoarse: "I've got you."

Ji Xingyun was brought into a broad and warm embrace, and the man's arms locked him tightly like iron chains, with an undeniable strength.

Ji Xingyun said: "Qin...return?"

"it's me."

The ending sound rises, with a bit of imperceptible joy.

After a few seconds of being happy, the man raised his brows again, and clicked his tongue: "Senior brother is really naughty, didn't you say that you would wait for me to defeat Xie Zhiwei and come back to pick you up? Why did you sneak away by yourself again?"

Qin Gui was much taller than Ji Xingyun. He held the boy's slender waist and rubbed his chin against the soft black hair, his voice was inexplicably hoarse and lustful: "Yunyun? It's really an intimate name." , I never called."

As if recalling something that displeased him again, Qin Gui said dissatisfiedly: "The person next to you is Fengyang? Why are you grabbing his hand in public? You still held it for so long..."

Qin Guidao: "I'm very unhappy that you two are so close. If I had known today, I would..." I killed him in the secret realm to avoid future troubles.

Qin Guiwei closed his eyelids lightly, hiding the cold killing intent in his eyes.

The young man is like a vigilant little animal, he will find out even if he shows any emotion.

Feeling the body in his arms trembling slightly, Qin Gui gently stroked the young man's back from top to bottom, the movements of his hands were light and gentle, as if he was treating a baby who couldn't bear the slightest grievance.

Isn't he a big baby, he can't be beaten or scolded, he can't be obedient, he just knows to avoid him.

Qin Gui reassured: "Brother, don't be afraid, I'm not targeting you."

The warm air slowly gathers, hits the face, and sprays on the delicate neck, causing numb itching, the small ears are extremely sensitive, and a bright and beautiful blush appears in an instant.

The man's embrace is like an impenetrable wall, standing tall on all sides, making him nowhere to escape, and like a thick fog that is everywhere, enveloping him.

Ji Xingyun didn't even dare to shake.

Get rid of Qin Gui, be normal to me, speak well, don't be a pervert!

From Ji Xingyun's point of view, Qin Gui may not be mentally normal because he was reborn once, and he did not know what stimulated him at the moment, uh, it may be stimulated by him, and his whole body exudes an aura of neurosis.

The palm around his waist was very hot, and it passed through a thin layer of fabric to the soft flesh around his waist. It was obviously a little hot, but Ji Xingyun thought of some kind of sticky cold-blooded animal.

It was bitterly cold, with a gloomy chill.

He twisted his body slightly unnaturally.

The author says:

感谢在2022-01-2113:52:24~2022-01-2122:53:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!