shut up, shameless old thief

Bian Ling said: "Senior!"

Ji Bingzhu slammed a sharp aura with one hand on the tree where the phoenix flower was blooming. Wherever the azure wood aura passed, the branches that covered the sky and the sun grew rapidly like vines, and soon, the green The branches have made a rickety rope bridge across the yard.

Ji Bingzhu turned his back to Bian Ling, his voice couldn't hear his emotions, and said: "Be obedient, don't come out."

As he spoke, a few black crows flew out of his long hair that was blown by the strong wind. They raised their heads and cried a few times, flapping their wings and flying towards the sky.

A crow flapped its wings and landed lightly on the window where Bian Ling was. Before Bian Ling could react, the crow's human eyes blinked twice, and then it croaked. Shrouded by a huge enchantment of light.

Bian Ling took two shots in the void and found that he had touched a transparent restriction.

The crow flapped its wings, jumped up and down on the window lattice, and opened its mouth as if to make a sound.

Bian Ling was still worried that this crow was transformed by A Crow, so he held his breath to listen to what he would say. Then, the crow spoke out, and Ji Bingzhu's brisk voice came from it, very magical. Ear.

"Ah Ling, you stay in this restriction for a while, and I'll come back to play with you after I beat the old thief Shiyuan back to his lair. If you feel bored, you can talk to me to relieve boredom and let me hum a little song It’s okay for you to sleep, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, just stay inside and don’t come out.”

Bian Ling held his forehead.

He looked up and saw that Ji Bingzhu in the courtyard was stepping on a vine with bare feet, his slender body was shaking in the air, making people worry that he would fall down in a second.

Fortunately, Ji Bingzhu is used to being wild. He stepped on the cable bridge made of vines very skillfully and walked a few steps quickly after he didn't step on it firmly in the first few steps. Jumped out.

Bian Ling tiptoed to look out, but he couldn't see anything except the dark sky outside. When he was in a hurry, the crow jumping around on the window lattice suddenly let out a scream, and Ji Bingzhu's voice came from it. Come: "Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Surprised, Bian Ling immediately held the crow that was bouncing around, and said anxiously: "What's the matter? What's the matter, senior? Are you injured?"

The crow was still stretching its neck and screaming, the whites of its pitch-black eyes almost rolled out, "Ahhhhhhh! Help! Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Bian Ling: "Senior!"

Bian Ling finally showed a look of anxiety, and searched for a way out in the whole room, but knocked all the doors and windows around, but couldn't find a place to go out, and the crow on the window didn't know when it was gone. The screaming stopped.

Bian Ling staggered and ran over, panting, "Senior! Are you okay? Open this barrier quickly..."

Even if he knew that going out would only drag Ji Bingzhu back, but he still couldn't bear the situation where everything was out of his sight.

His face was covered with cold sweat, fearing that something might happen to that fool Ji Bingzhu, the crow stood up from the window after a while, with a tear hanging from one eye, Ji Bingzhu's voice came weakly: " Ah, Ah Ling...these demon cultivators..."

Bian Ling took a sharp breath, and heard Ji Bingzhu chirp: "You are so ugly... woo woo woo... I'm so ugly, I won't fight, I don't want to fight anymore ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..."

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling was silent for a while, took a breath, and roared at the crow with all his strength: "Hurry up and hit—"

The crow was still jumping in place: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling weakly supported his forehead, thinking that it doesn't matter, let's do whatever we want.

Outside the yard, Ji Bingzhu was leaning on a thick vine with his hands and feet, and the small branches and leaves surrounded him, forming a fine and dense network to firmly block his body. He said while thumping: "Don't come here! ...You all, don't come here...I'm so powerful, so powerful, I'll beat ten of you...Don't come here! Don't come here!"

The demon cultivators around him were really as ugly as he said, most of them were ferocious beasts with huge bodies and ferocious faces, even if a few were human, all of them had blue-faced fangs, which looked extremely terrifying.

They surrounded the entire courtyard, and Moxiu's exclusive red magic pupils gleamed coldly, staring at Ji Bingzhu, a small one in front of the door, without saying a word.

Huan Han stood at the front of the group of demon cultivators, holding an umbrella and standing tall, slightly parting his lips, and uttered a somewhat eerie voice: "Ghosts walk in the realm of ghosts, and the living will disperse."

Ji Bingzhu wished to blind his eyes, seeing those demon cultivators staring at him one by one, tears were about to fall.

He thumped forward and wanted to push open the courtyard door and climb back, when a vine suddenly stretched out from the side, tied his slender waist several times and hung Ji Bingzhu's body before turning back in front of Moxiu.

Ji Bingzhu was honestly tied back with his hands down, struggled and thrashed twice, and cried, "If I don't hit me, I won't hit me! If I want to hit you, hit you!"

On the vines that entangled him, a black figure slowly appeared. A Ya's black hair and black clothes fluttered, and he stepped on the vine branches lightly. How can you say that if you don't fight, you won't fight? Will you eat up your future?"

Ji Bingzhu still lowered his head and was unwilling to look at the demon cultivator in front of him. He was dying and said, "Go and fight, Aya, you are very powerful, and you can beat them back to their hometown in one fell swoop."

A Ya didn't accept his perfunctory flattery. A strong wind hit Ji Bingzhu's earlobe, and the Crow Feather Sword appeared in front of Ji Bingzhu in an instant. Are you excitedly saying that you look forward to fighting Shi Yuan? Shi Yuan is here, are you going to admit defeat?"

Ji Bingzhu was originally chirping, but when he heard Shi Yuan's name, he reluctantly raised his head, curled his lips and held the Crow's Feather Sword in front of him, and when Aya saw this, he hooked his finger and wrapped around the vine around Ji Bingzhu's waist As soon as it was loosened, Ji Bingzhu was caught off guard and struggled twice, and immediately hit the ground face-to-face.

A Ya: "..."

A Ya said: "I said you, can you look a little powerful?"

Under the crowd of demon cultivators watching, Ji Bingzhu struggled a few times before getting up from the ground. When he looked down, he was covered in black snow.

Ji Bingzhu's face froze, and then a murderous intent suddenly appeared on his originally gentle face. At the same time, the pattern on the cuffs of his dirty blue shirt was instantly distorted into a blood-red "恶" character.

Not only did the blood-colored characters not stop after being distorted, but it continued to spread to other parts of his clothes. Soon his green shirt was instantly dyed black, and the blood-colored patterns spread like vines. On, it seemed to come alive on his clothes.

Ji Bingzhu's eyes were as pure and harmless as usual, looking at the group of demon cultivators as ruthless as if they were looking at a cold object, he said lightly: "You guys, it's really not fun."

After he finished speaking, the Crow Feather Sword in his hand suddenly screamed as if it was alive, and the red light diffused from the hilt of the sword, a blood line suddenly appeared, and a few red marks were drawn on the pitch-black blade—it was Ji Bingzhu looks like the pattern between his eyebrows.

The demon cultivator on the opposite side felt the aura erupting from his body, and screamed loudly. The demon cultivator closest to him moved forward with huge claws, and a burst of black demonic energy burst out, hitting Ji Bingzhu. past.

Ji Bingzhu didn't move, he looked at the black air indifferently, but Huanhan who was on the side didn't know what he saw, his pupils shrank, and said: "Not good!"

In the next moment, Ji Bingzhu, who had been on the spot, disappeared in an instant. Before all the demon cultivators could react, he was already standing in front of the demon cultivator who made the move. He lifted his wrist lightly, and the Crow Feather Sword had been inserted into the demon cultivator at some point. life gate.

The demon cultivator didn't even realize how Ji Bingzhu got close to him, he stared at him with scarlet eyes, blood dripped down.

Ji Bingzhu looked at him and said softly: "You are really..."

Huanhan hurriedly said: "My lord!"

Ji Bingzhu said: "It's not fun..."

He withdrew the Crow Feather Sword, swung the sword, blood spilled on the ground, the huge body of the demon cultivator crashed to the ground, and soon lost all breath.

The black snow was still falling, and the snow petals were falling. At this time, Ji Bingzhu's hands were covered with the blood of the demon cultivator, and he didn't care if it was already dirtier, so he let the black snow fall on him.

He was tall and tall, and his polar long hair was blown up by the wind, lining his cold face like a deadly ghost.

All the demon cultivators around were shocked by his move, and looked at him with scarlet eyes full of fear, and no one dared to strike first.

Huan Han looked at his expression like a ghost from hell, and murmured: "My lord, you..."

Ji Bingzhu lowered his head and casually looked at the Crow Feather Sword in his hand, as if he said casually: "What? Didn't you come to seek revenge on me together? Since you want to seek revenge, you must be prepared to lose ,Is not it?"

Still cold speechless.

Ji Bingzhu put the tip of his sword on the ground, and there was still a bloodstain on his face, which made his face even paler. A Ya fell from mid-air and stood behind him. Those who were already apprehensive were forced to take a step back.

At this moment, Ji Bingzhu's pupils became like those of a crow, and he looked extremely evil in the black and snowy sky. He brushed his long hair, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips lightly, and then grinned up.

That smile was as usual, full of childishness, but paired with his somewhat wicked eyes, there was an indescribably weird feeling.

Behind him, A Ya said to Huan Han faintly: "Call Shi Yuan out, if you don't want to see him go crazy."

Ji Bingzhu's crow eyes glanced at Moxiu, and said with a light smile: "No need, I will kill all these people and complain about it, and it will come out naturally."

A Ya rubbed the center of his brows, and said lightly: "Is it fun to kill demons?"

An innocent smile appeared on Ji Bingzhu's face, and he said softly, "It's not fun, but it's fun if you kill a lot."

A Ya was used to his virtue, so he gave Huan Han a look, signaling her to figure it out.

Huanhan suddenly showed a difficult smile, just when Ji Bingzhu was impatient and wanted to kill with his sword, Moxiu seemed to feel a breath, and then knelt down together.

A little smile appeared in Ji Bingzhu's crow's pupils.

Moxiu and the others parted ways, and a man in a black robe came slowly from not far away, his calm and relaxed appearance was very reassuring.

Huan Han held an umbrella and immediately knelt down on one knee, and said softly, "Lord Shi Yuan."

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