The master of metaphysics became rich after going down the mountain

The pianist planned to take advantage of Le Ning's damaged spirit, pull out his spine in one fell swoop, and suddenly faced the big sword, instinctively felt bad.

However, it was too late for him to react. The great sword was as heavy as a thousand weights, but it was fast, galloping forward, piercing his entire chest.

It wasn't until the big sword passed through the body that the pianist reacted slowly.

Looking down, the sword pierced through the chest and abdomen with a gap two palms wide.

After being pierced through such a large mouth, there is no trace of blood on the wound, because all the flesh and organs inside have turned into gray cotton wool.

The sea breeze howled through the gap, and the cotton wool was reduced to ashes.

The golden-red blood talisman flashed in the crack, and with the volatilization of the cotton wool, the crack also centered on the chest and abdomen, spreading outward rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, more than half of the human skin skeleton was emptied.

"No...no..." The human skin skeleton covered the wound in horror, trying to prevent the skin from collapsing, but everything was in vain.

Only then did he recall in a daze that they had never won, they lost to the master 200 years ago, and lost to the apprentice 200 years later.

Soon, the entire pianist's human skin skeleton was turned into fly ash.

This battle was full of dangers, and everyone was as nervous as a roller coaster ride. However, it didn't take long from Le Ning's jumping off the stand to getting rid of the human skin skeleton. Tan Mingyuan just arrived, and the others just fell to the ballroom.

The businessmen and staff who attended the dinner looked at Le Ning in awe. They originally thought that this young master was just good at fortune-telling, but they didn't expect to be able to kill evil spirits with a sword.

Such a big monster, running on the ceiling, was cut with a sword, it was too strong!

Most of the people just looked at Le Ning in admiration, while some of them were quick-witted and had their eyes on another person.

That is the fat businessman who took Le Ning's chance to make a phone call at the auction.

The problem at the auction was when the wood carvings came out, but the previous ones were sold and all the money was drawn.

The fat businessman was looking at Le Ning cheerfully and reverently, when he suddenly found several big bosses who couldn't get their business cards approaching, their expressions were so friendly, which made him flattered.

Only the bosses have the confidence to go forward directly, and those who are not confident can only watch from a distance.

Immersed in the gazes of the crowd and the kindness of the bosses, the fat businessman was delusional for a while, and then he realized why he was under the spotlight from the vague conversations of the bosses.

He immediately hugged his fat self, insisting on gritting his teeth not to sell the only chance to make a phone call.

What to sell? This level of commitment is hard to come by. Today I was lucky enough to get it, so can I sell it!

Not to mention ordinary people, even Tan Mingyuan and the members of the Strange News Department are convinced. They have seen the power of the pianist before, and to be honest, they are not sure. If they must be expelled, they can only use the crowd tactics. .

Some stared at the promise of a shot, and some people who had been with the pianist carefully asked, "Li... Is Li Yun dead?"

After he finished speaking, he felt that these words were a bit offensive. Li Yun almost harvested them all, but Master Le saved them. How could he ask such vaguely questioning words.

Le Ning felt fine, and explained a few words briefly, "He was already dead the moment he made a deal with Xie Chong, but Xie Chong still had a little bit of his divine sense. He thought he was still alive, and even played the piano for Xie Chong."

For those things on the mountain, if they fall into their hands, any living thing, even a worm, will be sucked for blood and vitality.

It was precisely because he had sucked the blood of several people that this evil spirit was so strong just after he came down the mountain.

As soon as Wen Xingzhi restrained the auctioneer, when he came out, he saw Le Ning surrounded by a group of people in amazement.

Faintly noticing Le Ning's uneasy expression, Wen Xingzhi threw the dazed auctioneer to the staff of the Department of Strange News.

Passing through the crowd, he supported Le Ning from a small angle, and when everyone paused in talking, he quietly interjected,

"The evil spirits are powerful, everyone has a lot of injuries, otherwise let's go back and take care of the injuries."

Song Qiuwan watched the words and expressions, arranged the medicines according to the situation, and called everyone to treat the wounds.

Previously, the piano music confused their minds, and almost everyone moved their hands, with injuries all over their bodies. After Wen Xingzhi said this, they realized it, exchanged a few more pleasantries, and followed Song Qiuwan one after another.

Tan Mingyuan also bowed his hands to Le Ning and thanked him, "Mr. Le, it's lucky to have you this time, otherwise I don't know what to do, there are a lot of things right now, I will do something to deal with the aftermath, and I will come back later."

Losing blood and being shaken, Le Ning was so dazed that his mind was almost doubled. He didn't have the energy to do business with Tan Mingyuan, so he waved his hand casually to let him do whatever he wanted, and with Wen Xingzhi's support, he ran away to the Shadow People.

When he reached a corner where the crowd couldn't see, Le Ning's footsteps were so flimsy that he could hardly stand upright. He tried to stand upright,

"It's okay...it's okay, I'll go to Song Qiuwan to arrange a room, just sleep in it..."

Before the words fell, his eyes went dark and he fell on Wen Xingzhi's shoulder.

Seeing that everyone was like this, and still had to take care of himself as if nothing had happened, Wen Xingzhi couldn't help frowning slightly.

Children usually pretend to be weak and pitiful when they have nothing to do, but when they are really uncomfortable, they are as tough as vines.

I don't know how I got into this habit.

Yubai's fingers brushed away the wet hair in front of Le Ning's forehead, Wen Xingzhi put one hand on the man's back, let him lean on him, bent slightly, put his hands through Le Ning's legs, and lightly picked him up .

Although Le Ning is slender, after all, he is nearly 1.8 meters tall, so he must have some weight, but Wen Xingzhi hugged him like he was hugging a very light kitten.

Taking advantage of no one around, he stepped forward with long legs, and the scene on both sides quickly reversed. In the blink of an eye, he passed through the banquet hall and arrived at the suite that he had reserved long ago.

This suite is very wide, with bright floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides. Layers of beige gauze curtains float gently, reflecting the morning light, so light that even breathing is relieved.

Gently leaning on the bed, the white shirt is very formal, even after two rounds of fighting, the neckline is still neatly buttoned.

Wen Xingzhi's big hand landed on the button of his shirt, and with a slight movement of his knuckle fingers, he calmly unbuttoned his shirt.

One.

two.

When the third one was untied, the shirt was slightly opened, revealing a small piece of jade-colored chest, dazzlingly white.

Wen Xing paused his hands, the back of his ears turned red, paused for a moment, looked away unnaturally, and slowly buttoned back the third button that had already been undone.

I wanted to buckle the top two buttons back, but thought that Le Ning was lying on his back with a loose neck and it would be more comfortable, so he kept those two buttons.

Just look at the nose and the nose and watch the heart, a gentleman should not look at injustice, and dare not look at it at all.

The shirt was kept, but the little vest was taken off.

Putting the vest on the end of the bed, Wen Xingzhi draped his shoulders around his shoulders and made people lean over slowly.

Half of Le Ning's body was bent over his legs, revealing a straight back, and his waist was so narrow that he could cover most of it with one hand.

Wen Xingzhi slowly lowered his hand to that slender waist, and pressed it lightly.

As soon as he pressed the button, the fainting person frowned, as if involved in pain, Wen Xingzhi subconsciously curled his fingers back, and the person in his arms was still moaning, as if expressing dissatisfaction.

He paused for a moment before realizing that there was obviously no injury on his back.

He fell asleep and still acted like this.

Wen Xingzhi was angry and funny, but he had no choice but to lower his strength a little bit, as if he was stroking the delicate petals, and slowly moved up along the spine bit by bit.

As Wen Xingzhi's hand slowly stroked her, the slightly sunken back line slowly emitted a soft golden light.