shut up, shameless old thief

Bian Ling was pressed on the head by Ji Bingzhu, and he could hardly breathe. If it weren't for the fact that his eyes were red and looked like he was about to cry, Bian Ling would have had the urge to throw him down.

Bian Ling took a few quick breaths, then stretched out his hand angrily to touch his stiff back, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, what are you afraid of."

Ji Bingzhu still didn't let go, crying and shouting can be called a devil's voice, Bian Ling lost his patience after a few words of comfort, his face sank, and he said coldly: "If you don't go down, I will throw you away. down."

Ji Bingzhu stared at Bian Ling with red eyes, and the message "Are you a devil?" was written in both eyes. Bian Ling didn't want to spoil him at all at this time, and when he didn't want to move, he stretched out his hand and pinched him. Pull the waist back.

Ji Bingzhu: "Ahhhhhhhhhhh I'm going! Can't I make it? I'll go right away, don't throw me!"

Only then did Bian Ling let go, and looked at Ji Bingzhu indifferently.

Ji Bingzhu was still holding the bouquet of phoenix flowers in one hand, pouted aggrievedly, and then raised the hand holding the flowers. He drew an arc in mid-air, and threw the bouquet directly out.

Bian Ling was still thinking about what he was doing, when the bouquet suddenly exploded in mid-air, and the petals fell from the mid-air one after another, like a rain of petals in spring, it was really beautiful.

The nine-tailed fox couldn't wait any longer. It slapped the snow with its huge paws, and the black snow petals flew up. It roared and rushed towards Ji Bingzhu.

Before Bian Ling could say a word to remind him, Ji Bingzhu, who was holding him tightly, suddenly let go of his hands. The hem of his blue shirt fluttered, and a few white patterns embroidered on the wide cuffs seemed to come alive, running along his clothes. The sleeve suddenly climbed up a few inches.

A black snowflake fell on it, and the white pattern instantly distorted into a black word "恶".

Bian Ling looked up in astonishment, only to see that after Ji Bingzhu jumped off him, he stepped on a petal in the air with one foot. He ran around barefoot all year round, but his feet were still white and without any scars. The first toe lightly tapped on the petals, and the red flowers made his skin fairer, so fair that it didn't look like a human skin tone at all.

The nine-tailed fox had already pounced in front of him, and for some unknown reason, the petals sprinkled by Ji Bingzhu in mid-air just now seemed to have been cast by a spell, and the falling trend was especially slow. Ji Bingzhu's expression was cold, and the corners of his lips curled up With a shallow arc, imitating what Nine-Tailed Fox said to Bian Ling just now, he said to it: "Beyond one's own strength."

Then, his green shirt fluttered among the petals, and with a little tiptoe, the flower fell to the ground like a stepping stone, and the next moment he was like a stepping stone, stepping on the countless flying petals in mid-air to meet the nine-tailed fox. go up.

Ji Bingzhu's face was already extremely beautiful, and this ethereal figure made Bian Ling who was standing by the side stunned.

Before Bian Ling had any more obscure feelings, the misty fairy raised his eyebrows, and a stern look flashed in his always gentle eyes. He flicked his wide sleeves, and the petals on the side were swept over by him, and they were instantly swept away. The spiritual energy around him turned into a sharp sword full of petals.

To kill a demon cultivator of this level, Ji Bingzhu didn't bother to get the Crow Feather Sword, and turned into a long sword that didn't seem to have much power, and then slashed towards the Nine-Tailed Fox that was attacking him.

In the next moment, the sky light suddenly faded, and it seemed that all the light was absorbed by Ji Bingzhu's sword.

Bian Ling stared in amazement at the aggressive Nine-Tailed Fox in front of Ji Bingzhu and paused for a moment, then a jet of black light suddenly appeared from its huge body, and the light disappeared in a flash. When he looked over again, Nine-Tailed Fox Fox's body had already lost the slightest vitality. When Ji Bingzhu swept it with his long sword, his huge body suddenly fell down, causing a large black snow petal to fly up.

Ji Bingzhu still didn't want to let himself touch the black snow petals, so he tapped on the petals with one foot, without even looking at the body of the Nine-Tailed Fox next to him, he swung the sword formed by the petals away with a flick of his hand, and the sword turned into a snowflake again. The petals came back one after another, and they floated down.

Bian Ling was dumbfounded. This was the first time he saw Ji Bingzhu's real attack. He killed the ninth-level beast with just one sword, and he seemed to be able to do it with ease.

Ji Bingzhu didn't think there was anything to show off in killing a nine-tailed fox. He found a new way to play by stepping on the petals. He ran around happily stepping on the petals, looking like he had a lot of fun.

Bian Ling looked at him with a complicated expression, and said, "Senior?"

Ji Bingzhu was having fun, without raising his head, he said, "Huh?"

Bian Ling thought about it, but still didn't say anything.

Ji Bingzhu had a great time. He saw a warm yellow inner alchemy dropped beside Nine-Tailed Fox, picked it up curiously, and twirled it on his fingertips.

Bian Ling saw it, and immediately said: "That is the inner alchemy of the ninth-level beast..."

He was just about to say that the inner alchemy is invaluable outside, and it will be useful when he puts it away, when he saw Ji Bingzhu muttered "what, it's not fun", and then threw the bead on it , A wave of spiritual energy pierced through the fingertips, and the inner alchemy burst into speckled powder in an instant, falling slowly like floating catkins.

Bian Ling: "..."

Ji Bingzhu: "Wow! This is so fun! It's so beautiful!"

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling felt that he really had nothing to say, so he simply shut up.

Ji Bingzhu stopped playing after playing for a while. He stepped on the last few petals and walked to Bian Ling. Before Bian Ling could react, he jumped over and hung on him with his arms and legs.

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling said indifferently: "What's wrong with you?"

Ji Bingzhu rubbed Bian Ling's face, and said: "I don't want to play anymore, you send me back, please remember not to get in the snow! When you enter the house, throw your shoes before going in, otherwise I'm going to kick you out."

Bian Ling didn't move and let him rub, and said with a cold face: "You come down first."

Ji Bingzhu: "No, no, send me in quickly, send me in, move quickly."

Ji Bingzhu put Bian Ling's waist between his legs, and kicked Bian Ling's waist with his heel, urging him dissatisfied.

Bian Ling had no choice but to maintain such a strange posture and go back to the yard.

As soon as he returned to the yard, Ji Bingzhu turned into a hero again, jumped off Bian Ling, cheered and circled around the yard: "Ah, my yard is better, there is no black snow."

Bian Ling closed the door and watched him jump onto the fallen phoenix tree.

Ji Bingzhu sat on a horizontal branch, kicked back and forth with his legs dangling, looked up at the sky, and began to babble and sing a tune.

He probably only knows how to sing that song, and he can only hear him humming back and forth, "Long night sky, one leaf covered, talking at night while holding a candle in the water spirit spring."

Bian Ling looked up, frowned, and asked suddenly: "What's your relationship with Wuzui Jun, who is covered by a leaf?"

This question has been in Bian Ling's mind for a long time, and when he asked it now, he felt as if a boulder had been unloaded, and he breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace.

Ji Bingzhu's legs kicking back and forth suddenly stopped, and he lowered his head to look at Bian Ling under the tree. He didn't seem to understand his question, so he said "Huh?" in a daze.

Bian Ling looked directly into his crow-colored pupils, and said word by word: "Are you cultivating Taoism or cultivating demons?"

Ji Bingzhu didn't respond to the previous question, but Ji Bingzhu's pupils shrank when Bian Ling spoke lightly later, his hand holding the tree trunk slipped suddenly, and the whole person almost fell off the tree trunk, holding on several times Only barely sat still.

Bian Ling looked at him without moving, and said coldly: "It is impossible for a cultivator to have such a strong power. Senior Ji, are you cultivating the Tao, or have you become a demon?"

Ji Bingzhu looked at Bian Ling without blinking, tears seemed to flash in his wet eyes, he pursed his light lips without saying a word.

But I don't know why, looking at Ji Bingzhu like this, Bian Ling felt his heart suddenly tightened. The black Yuandan in his body seemed to sense the master's uneasy mood, and Xindingwai buzzed non-stop in his inner mansion.

Uncharacteristically, Ji Bingzhu didn't chatter and be as stupid as usual. He thought for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand in front of him, and saw streaks of green wood radiant spiritual power emanating from his body, flowing along the tree trunk under him. The land extended towards the phoenix tree.

Bian Ling opened his eyes wide in an instant.

Wherever the green tree passed by, the dead tree was in spring, and bright red phoenix flowers bloomed slowly at the fingertips. After a while, the entire tree was full of flower petals.

Ji Bingzhu didn't know when he had fallen from the tree. He was standing under the tree with a long body in a green shirt, and stretched out his hand towards Bian Ling, holding a blooming phoenix flower in the palm of both hands. The petals hung above his palm, still emitting the light of green wood slightly.

Ji Bingzhu laughed. When he laughed, his eyebrows were flying, and he was so beautiful that he was suffocating. He said softly: "Look, Ling, I'm not possessed."

Bian Ling's pupils shrank, and the black Yuandan suddenly released a jet of black mist in his inner mansion, and then a memory that did not belong to Bian Ling roared into his mind again.

It seemed to be in a demon cave, with hideous corpses and ferocious beasts everywhere, someone stepped on the skeleton and walked slowly into the dark cave.

Then, with a flicker of the man's fingertips, a cluster of candle flames jumped out of the fingertips, illuminating the cave full of blood.

One person was covered in chains and bound in a corner, and some chains directly penetrated through his body. Bright red blood fell all over the ground, and it was unknown whether the person was alive or dead.

Bian Ling heard a voice in the cave, with a little coldness and disgust: "Are you still alive?"

The man's body trembled violently, and he raised his head quickly and slowly. Half of his face had been swallowed by the demon energy and turned into bones, which looked extremely terrifying in this gloomy cave.

The man opened his bloody lips, and the voice came from his mouth like a tear: "I'm still...alive. Ma'am."

The person he called madam sneered disdainfully, and asked again: "Then, are you cultivating the Tao now? Or have you become a demon?"

The man seemed to be smiling, but no smile could be seen on that unrecognizable face. He tremblingly stretched out a hand that had turned into white bones, and raised it towards his wife, because the chains on his body were stinging in this posture. The bell rang, sending out a series of strange echoes in this empty cave.

The man's bone's fingertips flickered with white light, and soon, a phoenix flower jumped on his bone's palm, emitting a little light.

The man's voice was still cracked, and he said, "Ma'am, I still..."

"I'm not enchanted yet..."

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