I, C, attend the funeral

Zhao Yin was about to reach out and grab Zihe's shoulder, push him upstairs, but silently took it back.

The tenderness in his eyes choked when he looked at Zihe.

I recalled all my behaviors that did not conform to the high-cold personality set by the 'master' in my mind, and my face turned red.

The first thought was: When did Zihe know about it?

"You..." Zhao Yin stopped short, not knowing what to say.

Just now, he was still in control of the overall situation with a firm expression, but the rhythm was disrupted by a title from Zihe, and his momentum was instantly weakened.

Thinking of how he, as a master, could lose airs in front of his disciples, he held back his guilty conscience, raised his chest and raised his head, and put on a straight face.

Zihe watched the change on Little Terrible's face, which was even more exciting than the 'face changing' drama.

One couldn't hold back, he let out a chuckle, and said, "I just lied to you casually, why did you admit it?"

"..." Zhao Yin's face turned blue and red, and then turned cold and hot.

Zihe hurriedly scratched the center of his eyebrows, and suppressed his smile.

In front of Kelie and the others, I have to save some face for Xiao Weiming.

"Come on, what do you want to say?" Zihe said, stepping on the stairs and going up.

Zhao Yin rubbed his nose, turned his head to look in Kelie's direction, Kelie hastily turned his head and closed his eyes, pretending to look at the scenery...

"..." Zhao Yin took a deep breath, his ears burning.

……

The two came to Zihe's bedroom one after the other. The morning sun shone in the room, bright and warm.

Zihe leaned against the window, put his hands in his pockets and watched Zhao Yin walk in with a smile.

The little one has a weird face, but it's not very good-looking anyway.

He couldn't help but break the awkward atmosphere first.

"What did you come to tell me?"

Zhao Yin glanced at Zihe, walked to the small bookcase, and put his hands in his pockets to lean on it.

He glanced across the bed, then at Zihe's two long legs, and then said in a calm voice:

"I came here to tell you this..."

However, he never expected that Zihe would speak first.

If Zihe only knew it by listening to himself, then he had saved some face as a master—after all, everything was under his control, and his aura was still there.

But... If Zihe knew about it a long time ago, wouldn't it be embarrassing for him to pretend not to remember all this time.

He raised his eyes to look at Zihe, unable to judge whether what the other party said, "It's just a lie to you", was true, or comforting words.

In short, the mood is not very good.

I couldn't say anything about the drafts I typed before departure.

Depressed and annoyed, Zhao Yin raised his brows higher and higher, and his long deep eyes seemed particularly restless.

The long eyelashes trembled a little because he frowned and held back his displeasure. The shadows of the eyelashes cast on his eyes, coupled with two domineering thick eyebrows, made his already stern face even more imposing.

Zihe looked at Zhao Yin, feeling ups and downs in his heart.

The Zhao Yin in front of him is different from Zhang Chenyang, just like he is different from his previous self.

Zhang Chenyang in the past always seemed to have no desires and desires, cold like a gust of wind, blowing back and forth, no one could catch him.

But Zhao Yin in front of him...

Zihe pursed his lips, the corners of his mouth always wanted to curl up.

The little one has to have too much flesh and blood, expresses emotions and anger, and always tries to disguise himself.

Zhao Yin probably thought that he was very successful in pretending to be calm and calm, but in fact, others had already seen through.

So, although Zhao Yin's figure is straight, his face is stern, and even frightening when he frowns, but...

In Zihe's eyes, he was actually very cute.

Zhao Yin naturally didn't know what Zihe was thinking, otherwise his ears half covered by short hair would have been even hotter.

He was just thinking about how to break the awkward atmosphere at the moment and bring the situation back to the situation under his control, when Zihe spoke first:

"Master... I can't bear it..." Zihe's voice was a little deep, with a bit of confusion and depression.

Hearing Zihe's words, Zhao Yin suddenly remembered that in his previous life, Zihe was kidnapped by Rong Hao, who slaughtered his whole family and his village when he was young, and forced him to learn evil methods all day long. , and still harbor hatred and stubbornness, and can't relax every day.

Later, Rong Hao took advantage of the situation again, led him astray, was manipulated by demons, lost his mind and killed his closest people, and even after recovering...

Zhao Yin's heart suddenly felt pain.

He still remembered that in his previous life, he had dealt with the body and soul of his great apprentice, and when he returned to Zixuan Mountain, he saw Zihe.

Live without love.

That was the first time he knew that this word would make people feel so hopeless.

He also remembered the pain and sorrow in the other party's eyes when he wanted to kill Zihe.

The memory came suddenly, and the hot Zhao Yin's eyes were slightly astringent.

He hurriedly suppressed his emotions, and asked anxiously: "Little Eleven preaches the scriptures and preaches every day, which affects the hostility in your remnant soul, and after you recover, it warms you every day, why...the demons have come back again ?"

No matter how much hatred he bore in his previous life, only a wisp of soul remained after being killed. Starting from the beginning, Zihe should have let go of everything in the past.

Why is there still obsession, is there still a demon lurking in my heart?

As soon as Zhao Yin was in a hurry, he completely forgot about the "master's frame" and other ghost things, and stepped in front of Zihe, ignoring that Zihe was using Ding Yimo's Flying Yasha body, so he stretched out his hand to pick up Zihe. Crane's face, take a good look into each other's eyes.

But Zihe didn't dare to let Zhao Yin touch him at will. If his terribly small pure yang body was rushed by evil spirits, his life would be shortened and he would be sick.

He moved sideways, avoiding Zhao Yin's hand.

But his fists were clenched tightly, and he looked into Zhao Yin's concerned eyes, feeling slightly out of control.

The fingers kept clenching and loosening, and went back and forth more than ten times in a few breaths.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Turning his head slightly, his eyes fell on the irregular iron box placed beside the bed—it was something he got in Huanfu Building, and he tried all kinds of methods but failed to open it.

I took it out this morning, I wanted to fiddle with it to see if I could open it as a Flying Yasha, but in the end it failed, so he casually put it on the bedside.

The iron box can absorb evil spirits, so there should be some mysterious thing in the iron box.

The moment Zihe's eyes fell on the iron box, he made a decision.

Turning his fingers slightly, he shook his arm violently, and all the sinister energy gushed out from his body. When all the evil spirit soaked in Ding Yimo's body was gathered in his left hand by Xiufei Tianyasha, his fingers pointed towards the irregular iron box flick——

The next moment, all the evil spirits rolled towards the iron box, and in the blink of an eye, they all got into the iron box and disappeared.

And the flesh body that had been cultivated into a flying yaksha became fragile again after losing the infused evil spirit.

Unlike Hanba, who is impenetrable by water and fire, the reason why Flying Yaksha cultivated all depends on the original talent of the physical body, and the attachment of acquired evil spirits and fierce ghosts.

Once Zihe removed all the evil spirit attached to his body, this body was no different from the previous bodies of Ding Xie and Qian Shen.

He clenched his hand into a fist again, and when he hung it by his side, he could see faint corpse spots appearing on the back of his hand.

But Zihe wasn't unhappy in any way, and instead had a relaxed expression on his face.

Now, he is not Feitian Yasha, that is to say, he can touch Zhao Yin.

Zhao Yin watched Zihe's hand-waving movement, but at first he couldn't understand what he was doing.

It wasn't until his eyes fell on the back of Zihe's hand that he suddenly realized.

"Why do you..." Zhao Yin stretched out his hand to grab Zihe's wrist, and rolled up his cuff, exposing a few corpse spots in front of his eyes.

Cold to the touch.

As a result, Ding Yimo's physical body will soon be useless, and Zihe will look for a new physical body again.

"What's the matter with you?" Zhao Yin raised his head and stared at Zihe, staring into his eyes, he asked a little annoyed.

What is it that can't stand it?

Is it a demon?

Then why do you want to abolish the body that has just become a flying yaksha?

Even though Zhao Yin was anxious, when he looked into Zihe's eyes and felt the heat in his eyes, he couldn't help being slightly stunned.

Zihe looked at Zhao Yin's anxious appearance, looked at Zhao Yin frowning, annoyed, and even flustered because of him.

There is a hand in my heart, pinching a feather and constantly teasing it.

Itchy and hot.

Zihe suddenly stretched out his hands, grabbed Zhao Yin's upper arm, and pressed Zhao Yin against the wall.

Zhao Yin was taken aback by Zihe's sudden movement, and felt that the other party's hands were like iron hoops, tightly clasping his arms.

The pain made him frowned.

The pain of his back hitting the wall made him gasp, "Zhang Zihe!"

He was about the same height as Zihe, and when he stared at Zihe at the same level, he thought that the other party was going mad and wanted to kill him.

He raised his arm vigorously, trying to raise his arm to shake off Zihe's restraint.

On the contrary, Zihe pressed Zhao Yin's arm harder, and the sudden attack made Zhao Yin unable to break free for a while.

Seeing Xiao Yaoming's expression that changed from worry to panic, Zihe took a deep breath, and suddenly gave in to his own voice.

Leaning forward, Zihe opened his mouth and bit down on the little pair of lips that were tightly closed because of anger.

Those are really well-shaped, beautifully pigmented lips.

Looks so soft and delicious...

The author has something to say: [If you want to recall the irregular iron box, you can read the episode before Chapter 35. 】

[I originally wanted to endure until I changed my body, but I will change soon anyway.But... Zihe really couldn't help it.Ding Yimo's body is also clean!Never kissed!Top handsome! 】Thank you little angels for voting me overlord~