shut up, shameless old thief

Ji Bingzhu didn't think it was too strange, and said with his usual expression: "Wait a minute."

Then he snatched back the ends of his hair and ran to the study beside him. After a while, he brought out a pile of books and stuffed them all back to Huanhan, and said: "Here, these are very suitable for him to read, go back quickly Give it to him, oh, remember to return it to me after reading it.”

Huan Han glanced at the cover, his face turned blue.

Bian Ling, who was at the side, couldn't help but took a look curiously, and his face was a little ugly at the moment.

The books that Ji Bingzhu carried were the comic books for children that he found in the painting environment last time. At that time, he insisted on showing them to Bian Ling, but Bian Ling firmly rejected them. He did not expect that he would take them at this time. Come out to complain so cruelly to the environment.

Bian Ling trembled, looking at Ji Bingzhu with eyes full of awe, and felt that it was really blind from heaven that this person could live till now.

Huanhan said thanks and took it over, thinking to forget it, no matter what the content of this book is, as long as it is given by Ji Bingzhu, his idiot master can hold this book and lick it for several days.

Thinking of this, she no longer struggled, and slightly bowed her body. The black mist soon disappeared in place.

The haunted ghosts still continued, and the roar of ferocious beasts and the miserable screams of the original creatures in Luomo Mountain could be heard all around. Ji Bingzhu set up an enchantment in the entire courtyard, not to mention that those ferocious beasts dare not come to make trouble openly. Not even the cold black snow can fall in at all.

As long as there is no magic breath, Ji Bingzhu can talk easily. On the night of the ghost tour, the little raccoon ran to the yard from outside, and threw himself into Ji Bingzhu's arms shaking his body, crying and cursing: "Bastard! What about going to pick me up? Will you tell me the day before the promised ghost trip? Will you eat those vows of eternal love? You bastard!"

At that time, Ji Bingzhu was holding scissors and gesturing whether he wanted to cut his hair shorter. The little raccoon suddenly threw himself into his arms and almost strung it into a string with the scissors. Ji Bingzhu touched the furry head of the nine-tailed fox and squinted his eyes in enjoyment , Lazily said: "Huh? Really? Have we ever made eachother?"

The little raccoon stretched out the table and scratched two white marks on the back of his hand, cursing: "Hey, there is nothing good about human beings, I hate you the most!"

It was about to run away with a kick on its hind legs after scolding, and suddenly Ji Bingzhu held the back of the neck in his arms, rubbed it vigorously twice, and said loudly: "Ah, ah, so soft and cute, Ah Ling, Ah Ling, you Come and touch it, while Ah Ya is not at home!"

Nine-Tailed Fox: "..."

The nine-tailed fox flopped about in his arms, and shouted: "Let go, let me go! If it weren't for the fact that there are no ghosts in your place, I wouldn't come here to seek guilt! Ahhh, Ji Bingzhu, listen! If not, let go!"

The nine-tailed fox has not been possessed by demons, nor is it a creature in the ghost realm, so whenever a ghost walks in the ghost realm, it will always find a place to hide to avoid being captured by the cruel Shi Yuan, and Ji Bingzhu is a place where ghost walkers come from. Not daring to get close to it, over time it has developed the habit of running here as soon as the ghost walk arrives.

Ji Bingzhu turned a deaf ear to him, and still rubbed him cheerfully until the little raccoon's head stood on end before he stopped.

Bian Ling sat by the side and mended his clothes with his head lowered and frowning, without raising his head, he said, "Don't make noise, you have a headache."

Bian Ling was served by people eating and drinking at Bian's house, and he had never done this kind of needlework before. He couldn't get through the needle nose, but he was even more annoyed by Ji Bingzhu's noise.

Ji Bingzhu walked over with the little raccoon in his arms, and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

Ji Bingzhu's clothes are only those few pieces, and the rest are replaced by the inexplicable green beans, but the clothes transformed by the spell are still somewhat different from the real clothes, and Bian Ling is not very suitable for wearing clothes that come out of thin air , and didn't want Ji Bingzhu to run around in his clothes, so he thought about sewing his torn clothes to make do with them.

Bian Ling frowned and carefully fixed the needle and thread, and said angrily, "I'll sew clothes for you. Next time, don't run around and get dirty."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a little sloppy, and immediately shut up and stopped talking.

The eyes of Ji Bingzhu, who was squatting on the ground watching him, seemed to light up in an instant. He hugged the little raccoon, looked at Bian Ling with expectation on his face, and murmured: "A Ling, are you worried about me?"

Bian Ling said nonsense, I don't worry anymore, you are so stupid to be sold and you have to count the money, thinking of this, Bian Ling wants to help your forehead, what kind of growth environment is it in to raise Ji Bingzhu who is so unbearable? A naive and almost stupid temper who knows the world?

Seeing that Bian Ling frowned and didn't answer, Ji Bingzhu immediately took it as a default, and suddenly threw the Nine-Tailed Fox up, raised his hands and shouted: "Ah, ah, someone is worried about me! Someone is worried about me!"

He yelled and ran out, and the nine-tailed fox who was thrown by him fell to the ground unexpectedly and became dizzy.

Nine-tailed Fox gritted his teeth: "I will kill you sooner or later!"

Bian Ling looked at his happy face and didn't know what he was happy for, and continued to sew clothes with frown.

After a while, there was a slight "plop" sound outside.

Bian Ling rubbed his brows and put his clothes aside, fearing that Ji Bingzhu would fall into the water again and drown himself, but he searched around the yard but couldn't find Ji Bingzhu.

"senior?"

He searched back and forth several times but couldn't find it. At this time, the little raccoon was lazily swinging on the swing, licking his paws, and said indifferently: "You go to the painting environment to look for it. He often hides in it whenever he has something to do. .”

Bian Ling looked at the screen erected in the center of the yard, painting Zhongjing, and thought for a while before walking in.

Sure enough, as Xiaoli said, he found Ji Bingzhu at the bottom of the lake in the painting. He curled up in the water, his hair fluttering in the water like water plants, and he didn't know how long he had been in the water.

Frowning, Bian Ling walked into the water, pulled him up by the wrist, and said, "What are you doing here to soak in cold water? You want to take a bath and soak in the hot spring in the backyard."

Ji Bingzhu's whole body was covered with water, and with a slight blink of his eyes, water droplets rolled down from his eyelash feathers.

When Bian Ling saw this scene, his heart beat faster. It was not until now that he blushed to realize that no matter whether Ji Bingzhu was in a mess or in a state of water, in his opinion, there was a kind of suffocating magic power.

He blinked, and the drops of water covered his entire face, making it look like he was crying, but Bian Ling knew that Ji Bingzhu would not cry so easily, and he even doubted whether Ji Bingzhu knew What the hell is crying.

Ji Bingzhu coughed twice, touched the water on his face casually with his hands, and whispered: "I'm choking to death...cough cough..."

Bian Ling didn't know how to evaluate his deeds of almost suffocating himself twice in one day, so he said helplessly, "What do you come here when you have nothing to do?"

Ji Bingzhu laughed so hard that his eyes narrowed, and his answer was irrelevant, and he said foolishly, "You're worried about me again."

Bian Ling couldn't talk to him at all, so he gave him a blank look, turned around and walked out of the painting.

Ji Bingzhu sat paralyzed on the shore, watching Bian Ling leave the painting with his eyes bent, the water on his body dried up quickly, he sat there for a while, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and then he was clean His eyes were as wet as a puddle of water.

After a while, he blinked, two lines of tears fell down suddenly, and then he seemed to be taken aback, looked left and right twice like a thief, and quickly buried his head in his knees.

Sitting on a tree beside him, Ah Ya looked up at the illusory sky in the painting, and sighed slowly when he heard Ji Bingzhu's faint sobbing under the tree.

"Fool."

It took half a month for the ghost walk to gradually stop. After the snow stopped, he didn't know where Bian Ling stimulated Ji Bingzhu, so he insisted on pulling Bian Ling out to practice.

Bian Ling had no expression on his face, "You said you want me to fight those ghostly beasts?"

Ji Bingzhu was very excited, and pulled him to go out: "Yes, yes, hurry up and they will go back soon, and the door of the shackles will be closed in three days, and there will be no one to feed by then, hurry up !"

Bian Ling let him pull him to go out, the little raccoon was lying on the swing basking in the sun, seeing this scene, he immediately smiled and said: "Go quickly, even with your small body, you can't stand that fierce man." Those with one claw, hurry up and die, young man."

Ji Bingzhu originally pulled Bian Ling to go out, but he didn't know what he thought of, so he stopped and stared at the little raccoon thoughtfully for a long time, and stared at the little raccoon until his fur all over his body blew up, before he said slowly: " How could I have forgotten? Fighting with the beasts outside may inevitably lead to death or injury, but..."

He watched the little raccoon's eyes getting hotter and hotter, so hot that it was almost on fire, the little raccoon let out an "ow", alarm bells rang in his heart, jumped up from the swing and was about to run away, as if chased by a ferocious beast.

Ji Bingzhu ran a few steps quickly, pinched the back of the little raccoon's neck like a ghost, and said to Bian Ling with a smile: "Ah Ling, let's not go find the beasts, they are too cruel, if they hurt you It’s not good, but the little raccoon’s spiritual power is just enough, so you can use it as a trainer.”

Bian Ling: "..."

Little raccoon: "Ah, I don't want it! Let go of me! I don't want to be this brat's servant!"

Attendants, as the name suggests, are used by ordinary monks to feed their moves. They are often not very capable but can exercise swordsmanship or spiritual power for ordinary children. In essence, they are sandbags that can withstand beatings.

Bian Ling also had a trainer when he was young, but he directly overtook that trainer in less than two days, and he has never seen him since.

It was the first time for him to use a nine-tailed monster as a trainer, and it would be a lie to say that he was not tempted, but although this little raccoon looked harmless to humans and animals on the surface, during this period of time, Bian Ling accidentally bumped into it. I saw the little raccoon sneaking up to assassinate Ji Bingzhu several times, and the murderous intent that rushed to his face was not fake.

Using such a nine-tailed fox who knows no friends or foes as an attendant, completely entrusting his life to someone who is not trustworthy, is not something Bian Ling can do.

Ji Bingzhu had a big heart, he pinched the little raccoon and said, "Then when ghosts are wandering around the world in the future, don't come to my place."

The little raccoon, who was blowing his fur at first, immediately froze when he heard this sentence, tugging at his ears, and said reluctantly, "Then...well...but it's agreed, it's only for one year!"

Ji Bingzhu stretched out his slender fingers and said, "Five years."

Little raccoon: "Two years! No less!"

Ji Bingzhu: "Five years."

Little Fox: "..."

Ji Bingzhu: "Five years."

Little raccoon: "Damn, I owe you! Five years is five years! As soon as the time is up, I will eat this brat!"

Ji Bingzhu ignored the last sentence, and smiled happily at Bian Ling: "Aling, Aling! He agreed!"

Bian Ling rubbed the center of his brows, seeing him in such a state, he couldn't say anything, so he nodded.

In this way, the five consecutive years of training began tepidly.

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