shut up, shameless old thief

"Look, Ah Ling, I'm not possessed."

"Ma'am, I still... I haven't been possessed yet."

For some reason, Ji Bingzhu, who was holding flowers with a smile on his face, and Bian Ling's memory of the bloody and bone-covered person slowly merged together, and then, the memory was quickly pulled out of his mind again, leaving only a bone-skeleton A scene with a hand holding a phoenix flower.

Bian Ling suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

He murmured, "Ma'am...who is it?"

Ji Bingzhu's smiling face under the tree changed suddenly. When Bian Ling was guessing who this person was, he saw Ji Bingzhu suddenly put the flower on his fingertips in his hair, and trotted towards him.

"Aling!"

Bian Ling was caught off guard by him, and he heard Ji Bingzhu shouting in his ear: "Do you want to marry me as your wife? Is it true? Then what you meant by raising me before was treating me as your wife." Do you mean raising? Ahhh Ah Ling!"

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling blushed instantly. Last moment, he was still speculating deeply about the relationship between that memory and Ji Bingzhu. As soon as Ji Bingzhu opened his mouth to speak, he suddenly failed, his face was flushed and his ears were red and he was thinking wildly, his mind was full of "" Marry me as your wife."

Ji Bingzhu was very happy to drive, he held Bian Ling and bounced on the spot twice, then stopped, pushed Bian Ling away slightly, biting his nails and said in distress: "But I am a man, I cannot be a wife. "

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling's face became even redder, and the blush spread from his cheeks to his ears. He pressed Ji Bingzhu's head and pushed it back, stammering: "Don't, don't talk nonsense, talk nonsense..."

Ji Bingzhu was very disappointed, "Ah" and said, "You won't marry me?"

He slightly adjusted the flowers on his hair, and asked curiously, "Am I not good-looking like this? Don't you like it?"

He said, and posed an orchid finger that he didn't know where he learned it, blinked his right eye at Bian Ling, squeezed his throat and said, "Isn't this concubine beautiful?"

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling... Bian Ling intends to find a time to dig out all the little playbooks about love in the painting environment and burn them, so as not to poison this stupid man who is so old and doesn't know what shame is.

Bian Ling couldn't communicate with Ji Bingzhu, who was ignorant of the world, so he rubbed his brows helplessly, and said weakly, "Stop making trouble."

Ji Bingzhu let out an "eh", put down his orchid finger, and asked curiously, "You don't like this?"

Bian Ling naturally wouldn't like transvestites, he said weakly, "I'll like you if you're normal."

Ji Bingzhu "Oh oh oh", obediently said: "Okay."

Then he began to chatter endlessly and began to poison Bian Ling's ears, "Let me tell you, let me tell you, this place will be very scary every year when it snows, it's very scary, it's not a small kind of scary, it's very scary ——Don’t be scary, it’s so scary that I’ll scare you to death if I say it.”

Bian Ling held down his hand to make him stop pointing fingers, and was careful not to hit him, and said coldly: "I know, it's scary, continue."

Ji Bingzhu's eyes widened, and he protested: "It's very scary! You missed something special, so add it quickly."

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling really wanted to press Ji Bingzhu's head and stuff it into the black snow outside. He looked at Ji Bingzhu faintly, with the message "less nonsense" written all over it.

Ji Bingzhu immediately faltered, so he had to say something special twice to emphasize that snowy days are really scary, and he continued: "Let's not talk about the cold, she usually just comes out and wanders around before going back. What's especially scary is Almost all of the things that appeared later were demon cultivators, and..."

When Ji Bingzhu said this, his eyes became a little terrified and grabbed Bian Ling's wrist, as if he was recalling something particularly terrifying.

Bian Ling frowned, and his face darkened. The thing that can make an expert like Ji Bingzhu afraid must be a difficult demon cultivator. He held Ji Bingzhu's hand instead, and asked in a deep voice: "And what?"

He was guessing that, and he was talking about all the powerful spiritual powers of those demon cultivators or their strange figures, when he saw Ji Bingzhu pounced forward, rubbed his forehead on his shoulder twice, tremblingly said: : "They are... very ugly..."

Bian Ling: "..."

Ji Bingzhu cried and shouted: "The very ugly one, woo woo, it's so ugly that I can't do it, so every winter it snows, I hide in the painting environment and can't come out, it's too scary, no, yes It's especially scary, ah ah ah Ling!"

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling took a deep breath, and pushed Ji Bingzhu away with a sinking face. Ji Bingzhu was crying hard, and said "What?" in a daze, and said, "Ah Ling?"

Bian Ling walked back slowly from the outside of the yard holding Heixue in his palm, looking down at Ji Bingzhu who was squatting on the ground with a cold light in his eyes.

Ji Bingzhu "ahhh" kicked his feet back a few steps and screamed: "Don't bring Heixue in! Ahhh, throw it out!"

Bian Ling said indifferently, "If you joke with me again, I'll stuff this thing up your neck."

Ji Bingzhu: "Ahhh!"

Bian Ling and below committed crimes, and said coldly: "If you ask me again, I will put snow on your neck."

Ji Bingzhu stopped barking immediately, covered his mouth and shook his head desperately, signaling that he would stop barking.

Bian Ling is still very grateful to him as a lifesaver, but sometimes Ji Bingzhu is so stupid that both people and gods are angry, making Bian Ling sometimes want to touch his dog's head, and at the same time wish to smash his dog's head.

Seeing that Ji Bingzhu was threatened, Bian Ling threw Heixue out, knelt down and touched Ji Bingzhu's head, and said lightly: "Since you think they are ugly, can you just cover your eyes and keep them from looking?"

Ji Bingzhu didn't hold grudges, and immediately forgot that Bian Ling was still threatening him just now, blinked his eyes, and said: "Is it still like this? Then I'll try this year, ah——you just used this hand Can you grab the snow? Ahhh, don't touch my head with the hand that grabs that black snow!"

Originally, Bian Ling wasn't the hand that could grasp the snow, but seeing Ji Bingzhu's pale face, he held back his smile, nodded under Ji Bingzhu's desperate eyes, and said, "It's this hand."

Ji Bingzhu: "Ahhhhhh——"

He got up from the ground, quickly ran to the hot spring behind the yard, jumped into the hot spring with a plop, and didn't bubble for a long time.

Bian Ling leisurely took out a new set of clothes from the room and sent them to him. When he went, Ji Bingzhu hadn't come out from the hot spring, so Bian Ling put down the clothes and said, "It's almost done, come out soon. Looks like it's going to snow."

At this time, the hot spring had only bubbled a few times, and Ji Bingzhu floated up from the bottom of the pool, and paddled to the shore with his mouth shrunken, his hands clasped on the rocks on the shore, and he stared at Bian Ling aggrievedly.

Bian Ling pushed his water ghost-like hair behind his ears, and said casually, "Isn't it cold?"

The clothes on Ji Bingzhu's body were made from the green beans, and they fell off naturally when they came into contact with water. Half of his body was soaked in the hot spring, except for his shoulders, and the exposed skin was nothing like that. He was human-like, terribly pale.

He tilted his head slightly to let Bian Ling push back the hair that was fluttering on his face, and then reluctantly said, "It's not cold."

Bian Ling shook his wet hair, looked at his puckered mouth, and said with a smile, "What's wrong? Are you angry?"

Ji Bingzhu was very honest, as if he was waiting for Bian Ling to ask him this sentence, he immediately looked at his eyes and nodded, and said quickly: "Mmm, I'm angry."

After he finished speaking, he felt that his purpose was too obvious, so he immediately lowered his head, his eyes slanted to the side, and stopped looking at Bian Ling.

Bian Ling was angry and funny, so he could only pat his head and said, "I'm sorry."

After receiving the apology, Ji Bingzhu's eyes lit up again immediately. He hurriedly grabbed Bian Ling's hand and said, "Okay, okay, I'm not angry anymore."

Bian Ling looked at him with a half-smile, and said, "Put on your clothes, the sky is gloomy again, and it will snow soon."

Ji Bingzhu crawled out of the hot spring. He was naked and didn't care that Bian Ling was beside him. He took the clothes Bian Ling put aside and put them on. He put the green robe on his body and followed Bian Ling's body. He looked towards the sky not far away.

The sky was dimmed, as if someone poured ink down on the dark cloud, and after a while, the sky turned into a pitch black with a little ink, and gradually pressed towards here.

Ji Bingzhu didn't even have time to close his clothes, he frowned and looked at the sky, and said in a low voice, "Huan Han is coming."

When Ji Bingzhu was changing clothes, Bian Ling blushed a little and turned his head away. Hearing what he said, he turned his head and asked doubtfully, "Is she like this when she came?"

Ji Bingzhu shook his head, and said: "No, that's the trend of a large number of demon cultivators occupying Luomo Mountain from the shackles, and Huanhan will be the first demon cultivator to explore the way ahead."

Bian Ling looked at his unclosed clothes, and couldn't help but want to straighten him up. He stepped forward to fix Ji Bingzhu's clothes, and tied up the clothes at his waist with the girdle on the side, and then said : "Will she come over soon?"

Ji Bingzhu said: "Soon."

As he was speaking, black snowflakes suddenly fell from the sky.

Disgust flashed across Ji Bingzhu's beautiful face, he swept his hands away, and the black snow that hadn't completely fallen was blown up again by the wind from his sleeve.

Taking advantage of this time, Ji Bingzhu dragged Bian Ling back to the corridor of the room.

Black snow fell continuously, covering the entire courtyard in an instant.

Ji Bingzhu looked at the black snow falling in his courtyard, and tears were about to burst into tears. He really hated the demon cultivator, and he couldn't even bear the snow brought by the demon cultivator. It can be said that it was the worst snow that Bian Ling had ever seen People who hate demons.

A gust of wind suddenly blew, and the black snow was blown by the wind and suddenly blew towards the corridor. Ji Bingzhu was shocked and hid behind Bian Ling in a panic to prevent the snow from touching him.

After the gust of wind blew, a string of crisp bells rang throughout the courtyard, and then, Bian Ling's pupils shrank, because at some point a woman holding a black bone umbrella had appeared in the courtyard.

Half of her face is hidden under the black umbrella, and only her slender figure and the umbrella handle held by her slender fingers can be seen. There is also a string of bells hanging from the umbrella handle with a black rope. When she moves slightly, Make a crisp sound.

Ji Bingzhu hid his whole body behind Bian Ling, as if his eyes were dirty even if he took one more look.

The woman rotated the umbrella slightly and raised it, revealing a face that was all over the country.

She smiled and blessed Bian Ling, and said softly: "It's still cold, be polite."

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