shut up, shameless old thief

Bian Ling was a little surprised now. According to Ji Bingzhu, that Huanhan should be a terrifying-looking demon cultivator. Now this all-powerful appearance has nothing to do with horror.

Just as Bian Ling was about to speak, Ji Bingzhu, who was bending over to hide behind him, poked his head out angrily, and said angrily, "Go away!"

The tone is like a child's awkwardness.

A look of sadness flashed in Huan Han's dark eyes, she nodded, and said softly: "Huan Han just wanted to take a look at your lord."

Ji Bingzhu became even angrier, waved his hands vigorously, and said, "I don't want to look at you, go away!"

After speaking, he retracted behind Bian Ling again.

Even if Bian Ling is blind, he can see Huanhan's somewhat obscure friendship with Ji Bingzhu. He rolled his eyes, thinking that he might be in the way here.

There seemed to be tears flashing in Huan Han's eyes, she blinked her long eyelashes, a line of tears fell slowly, condensed into two ice beads and rolled to the ground, she said softly: "Huan Han is just..."

Ji Bingzhu's aversion to Moxiu almost reached the point of abhorrence, and he didn't want to hear a word from Huanhan. He squatted on the ground and covered his ears, as if I didn't listen to me, and Huanhan looked at him even more sadly. up.

Bian Ling didn't feel that Huanhan was pitiful, but he was surprised what Huanhan liked in Ji Bingzhu, so that he could have deep-rooted affection for Ji Bingzhu's temperament.

Black snow was still falling continuously in the yard, and the black bone umbrella in Huan Han's hand was gently twirled by the handle, and the bell hanging below also made a series of slight ringing sounds.

As soon as the bell rang, Ji Bingzhu, who was squatting on the ground and drawing circles with his fingers, suddenly became alert. When he raised his head suddenly, the black light of the crow feather beside his earlobe flashed, and the crow feather sword was held in his hand.

Bian Ling froze for a moment, seeing Ji Bingzhu stand up with a murderous aura, the Crow Feather Sword was flipped forcefully by his wrist, a cold light flashed slightly, and a stern light flashed on the still cold face.

Ji Bingzhu looked at Huanhan indifferently, and said: "I have told you countless times, don't come to my place, otherwise I will not show mercy no matter who it is, you didn't hear that? "

Huan Han looked at the Crow Feather Sword in his hand, his expression remained unchanged, he still bowed slightly politely, and said: "The ghosts in the shackles have always been like this, disturbing my lord, it is really rude."

Ji Bingzhu said: "You know you're being rude, but you still come every year?"

Huan Han didn't speak again.

I don't know if it's because Ji Bingzhu talked too much, but when he saw that others didn't answer his words, he immediately felt a little dissatisfied. He took two steps forward with his sword in his hand, and looked coldly at Huan Han, "So what are you going to do today? Come to die?"

Huan Han still didn't speak.

Ji Bingzhu sneered, the expression on his beautiful face was very impressive, Bian Ling was comforting him for finally being serious, when he saw Ji Bingzhu touching his shoulder and rubbing him a little , whispered: "Ah Ling."

Bian Ling looked at him strangely, and said, "Huh? What's wrong?"

He heard Ji Bingzhu continue to look at Huan Han with a cold expression, and secretly whispered to Bian Ling: "Hold me."

Bian Ling: "?"

Before Bian Ling understood what he meant, he saw Ji Bingzhu's face change, and he was about to slash at Huanhan with his sword, and sneered while making gestures: "Then I will fulfill you!"

He raised his steps and was about to run forward, but after walking for a long time, he still stayed in the same position and kept leaning forward, "Ah—" screaming as if to cut someone.

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling finally remembered that Ji Bingzhu said that if he wanted to cut him back, he had to stop him by himself, and instantly understood what Ji Bingzhu meant, the corners of his lips twitched violently, and he hugged Ji Bingzhu with both hands forward Bingzhu's slender waist stopped him, and said: "Senior, calm down."

Ji Bingzhu struggled harder, holding a sword to slash someone, and shouted: "I'm not calm! I'm not calm! None of the magicians are good! I'm going to kill them!"

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling didn't know how to describe his mood at this time, and after a while, he had no choice but to remain silent.

Ji Bingzhu was still thumping vigorously in his arms, acting so seriously that his voice became hoarse when he shouted, and finally collapsed in Bian Ling's arms and coughed half to death, coughing up tears.

Huan Han stood quietly in the middle of the courtyard, looking at Ji Bingzhu with a sad gaze, Bian Ling was speechless for a while, and was even more surprised that Huan Han had a crush on Ji Bingzhu, and he couldn't tell through such an obvious act, And a very sad expression.

Most of them are sick.

Huan Han, who was questioned by him that he might have something wrong with his head, still had a sad expression, but the bell on the handle of the umbrella was ringing all the time. She stood quietly in the black snow, her black robe fluttering, fluttering. ring.

Ji Bingzhu coughed in Bian Ling's arms for a long time before he stopped. He weakly grabbed Bian Ling's shoulders and stood up, full of impatience, and said to Huan Han: "Go back quickly! Otherwise, I really won't You're welcome."

Huan Han looked at Ji Bingzhu, nodded slightly, and said softly, "I'm bothering you."

After she finished speaking, the bell on the handle of her umbrella, which had been trembling slightly, suddenly vibrated violently. Although the bell was weak, it resounded in the ears, making people want to go crazy.

The ringtone centered on Huanhan, spreading towards the surroundings continuously.

Ji Bingzhu's pupils shrank, and Bian Ling, who was behind him, suddenly fell down unexpectedly, and he stretched out his hand to hold him in his arms.

Bian Ling himself didn't know what was going on, the bell rang suddenly, and he suddenly felt like the deafening sound of Wan Shantong crying sounded in his ears, shaking the Yuan Dan in his inner mansion.

By the time he realized it, he had already fallen into Ji Bingzhu's arms.

Although Ji Bingzhu's body looked slender, his arms were still strong when he was holding him, and Bian Ling couldn't move, so he could only maintain the posture of falling into Ji Bingzhu's arms and feel Ji Bingzhu's weak heartbeat.

Ji Bingzhu looked at Bian Ling who was lying in his arms, his eyes darkened, he raised his head, looked at Huan Han indifferently, and said in a heartless voice, "Are you here today to seek revenge?"

Huan Han slightly closed the umbrella with her slender fingers, then propped the tip of the umbrella on the ground, and gently stroked the long hair on her forehead with her hand, her eyes were still full of sadness, and her voice was soft: "My lord, you killed Kyuubi , people in the border will not let you go."

Ji Bingzhu hugged Bian Ling, without looking at Huan Han, he kicked open the door of the room instead, shut Bian Ling in the room, and then looked at Huan Han indifferently with his eyes like knives.

What Bian Ling didn't know was that Huanhan's overly sad expression was not because she had a deep-seated affection for Ji Bingzhu, but because she had such an expression for everyone. It's no wonder.

Huan Han lightly pulled out a thin sword from the hilt, the silver blade flashed, making it even darker against the snow beside him.

Ji Bingzhu's face was like sinking water, and with a sweep of the crow feather sword in his hand, a gust of wind suddenly rose from the flat ground, swirling the black snow towards the sky, and there was an open space in the middle of the yard without snow falling.

Taking advantage of this time, Ji Bingzhu flashed a stern look in his eyes, and rushed towards Huanhan Yingjian like a ghost.

Still not moving, the rapier flicked forward, and a jet of black devilish energy was released by her like a swimming dragon. Ji Bingzhu stepped on the snow-free ground with bare feet, and took a few dance steps deliberately , the long hair flying in the robe drew a huge arc in mid-air.

After he fixed his body, he waved the Crow Feather Sword backhand in his hand, and a ray of green wood light flew out instantly, colliding with Huan Han's devilish energy.

Bian Ling only heard a "bang" in the room, and the whole house seemed to be shaken, and sawdust fell from the roof one after another, directly covering Bian Ling's mouth with mud.

Bian Ling let out two "Bah bah" with a pale face, and was surprised to find that he could move. He turned over and got up from the ground, and was about to push the door to go out, but after pushing twice, he found that the door was sealed Can't open at all.

Bian Ling slammed on the door a few times, and raised his voice: "Senior! Ji Bingzhu?"

Ji Bingzhu was stepping on the swing barefoot at this time, his body dangling with the swing, he maintained such a ridiculous posture and was swinging on the swing, when he was about to speak, he was covered by the tassels on the swing The face, the appearance of an extraterrestrial expert just now is gone.

Bian Ling found that he couldn't open the door, so he hurried to the window, opened a window and looked out, facing the scene of Bingzhu swinging on the swing last season.

Bian Ling's lips twitched.

Ji Bingzhu was originally fighting against Huanhan, and he stepped on the swing to swing back and forth. He probably sat on the swing all the time before, and now he found a different kind of fun standing on it, so he immediately gave up Huanhan, talking about it. The swing rope began to sway.

Ji Bingzhu: "Ah, it's so fun, Aling, Aling, oh oh, Aling is not here now, let him try it next time, it's so fun."

Bian Ling: "..."

Even Huan Han, who was holding a sword at the side, showed a rare stunned look, but soon recovered her sad appearance. She put her sword back into its sheath, pulled her skirt back and gave a salute to Ji Bingzhu, saying: "Huan Han is rude! , people from the border will come in batches in the afternoon, and I hope that adults will deal with it carefully."

Ji Bingzhu dangled the swing rope, wanted to stop and talk to Huan Han, but found that the swing would not be able to stop for a while, so he grabbed the swing rope and looked at Huan Han suspiciously, saying: "They What are you doing here? Are you courting death?"

Huanhan said softly: "The Nine-Tailed Fox killed by Sir Chenshi was originally a ferocious beast, its inner alchemy was shattered, causing Master Shi Yuan to be injured. They came this time to seek revenge."

Bian Ling was still wondering who the Shi Yuan was talking about, so he heard Ji Bingzhu say: "Is Shi Yuan still alive?"

Bian Ling: "..."

You are more than 700 years old, how dare you say that others are immortal?

Huan Han has a good temper, and said: "Master Shi Yuan has been recuperating in the depths of the environment since he was seriously injured by you last time, and he just recuperated a few days ago."

It's just that just after training, the nine-tailed fox he sent out was killed by Ji Bingzhu again, and even the inner alchemy disappeared completely.

Ji Bingzhu had no sense of guilt, the swing stopped slowly at this moment, and he hummed proudly: "Come on, I'm not afraid."

Huan Han bowed to him again and slowly opened the umbrella, covered with black snow, she disappeared in the snow in an instant.

Seeing the snow falling, Ji Bingzhu immediately tapped the swing on his toes, and jumped towards the window like flying.

Bian Ling, who was waiting by the window to look out, was caught off guard by Ji Bingzhu's leaping body, and was crushed by Ji Bingzhu the next moment.

Bian Ling lay on the ground, gritted his teeth and stared at Ji Bingzhu. Ji Bingzhu sat slumped on Bian Ling's waist, raised his hands and cheered, "Okay, hey, the old man from the old world is coming, I can have a good fight!" , ok ok ok!"

He kept saying "good, good, good" and his body was still dangling, almost causing Bian Ling to have a heart attack. He rolled his eyes, grabbed Ji Bingzhu's ankle and pushed him off from under him Tossed down.

Ji Bingzhu rolled around twice before getting up and looking at Bian Ling aggrievedly, and said, "What's wrong?"

Bian Ling sat up and tried to take a few breaths before saying: "What is the environment? Who is the complainer? Now I can explain it."

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