shut up, shameless old thief

Wan Lai was silent, and in the darkness, the volcanic magma was tumbling, and the hot magma bubbles burst one by one. Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the magma, and grabbed the edge of the magma stone.

Then, a stream of magma slowly climbed up to the shore, and after landing, it turned into a yellow human figure. Because of the effect of the magma, he was steaming all over his body, making his face unclear.

He came out of the magma, knelt on the ground on one knee, and hissed: "This subordinate has neglected his duty, I hope the Lord will forgive me."

In the darkness, a figure had been standing there for an unknown amount of time. Hearing this, he seemed to sneer, and turned around to reveal Shi Yuan's exquisite little face. Said: "You can't do this little thing well, so what's the use of you?"

The magma man lowered his head even more, and explained in vain: "My subordinates pulled him to the ground, but I never thought that so many people would not be his opponents. His cultivation level may be..."

Shi Yuan stepped forward coldly, and slapped the magma man over the head. He said coldly, "Waste is waste. You can't escape the fact that you are useless with so many reasons!"

The magma man no longer dared to refute.

Shi Yuan's anger came and dissipated quickly, he turned around and walked into the darkness step by step, and a faint voice came: "Since you are useless, then go to die."

The magma man was stunned, and immediately grabbed the ground with his head, and said in a shy voice, "My lord, spare me! We..."

Before he finished speaking, the ice field on the other side of the magma seemed to be being manipulated and spread towards the magma a little bit. It was hard to imagine that the ice surface could swallow the hot and tumbling magma, but in fact it was.

The magma man turned around and saw that the ice field soon completely submerged the entire half of the magma, and the entire crater was swallowed up into a huge pathogen. He only felt that his whole body was getting colder and colder, and the cold air spread from the soles of his feet little by little. open.

He yelled in fear: "My lord, think twice! That Ji Xi was able to match Wuzui Jun's power 700 years ago, we... ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, the cold air completely enveloped him, instantly turning his writhing magma body into a delicate ice sculpture.

Shi Yuan's figure sank into the darkness, and his voice was immature, but chilling all over his body: "Idiot, I just let you test whether he is possessed or not. Who told you to make him so dirty? Trash!"

The voice was eerie, echoing in the ice field, before slowly disappearing after a while.

Ji Bingzhu, who was plotted against, had no idea what happened, and it took him half a day to finally return to the yard with Bian Ling.

His body was covered in dirty blood, he couldn't wait for a while and ran to take a bath in the hot spring first, and even forgot his clothes.

Fortunately, Bian Ling has already gotten used to it. He went to the room to take out his clothes and planned to send them to him. When passing by the kitchen, Bian Ling paused, looked at the few fruits on the kitchen table, and fell into a meditation.

A while later, Bian Ling took his clothes and went to the hot spring in the backyard. Ji Bingzhu didn't know if he was too tired, and fell asleep lying on the rock.

Fearing that he would catch a cold, Bian Ling frowned and stepped forward to push him, calling: "Senior? Go back to sleep."

Ji Bingzhu shook his head suddenly, opened his eyes and stared in confusion: "I didn't... I didn't fall asleep, I, I can still soak!"

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling knew that he was not awake yet by looking at his dazed face, grabbed his arm and grabbed him from the hot spring, wiped his body dry several times, without even looking at him, his ears were red. Put the clothes on Ji Bingzhu's body.

Ji Bingzhu fell on top of him with a thud, and still yelled vaguely: "I still... I can soak again! Do, do it again!"

Bian Ling almost wanted to beat him. Later, he was still willing to think about it. He carried him on his shoulders and returned to the room with a shake.

After walking for a few steps, Ji Bingzhu was so tormented that he came to his senses. He sat on the bed and rubbed his eyes in bewilderment, and said in a hoarse voice, "A Ling, what are you doing?"

Bian Ling found a few inner alchemy of ferocious beasts from the study next to it - those were thrown in the corner by Ji Bingzhu at will, which can be described as the ultimate prodigal.

Bian Ling put these inner pills one by one in the corner of the room, and took a few more and put them in the yard.

Only then did he know why there was such an abrupt pillar in Ji Bingzhu's courtyard, on which was inlaid with a beast inner alchemy. It turned out that Ji Bingzhu used it for lighting.

Knowing that Ji Bingzhu was afraid of the dark, Bian Ling wished he could put a bead in the corner of the whole yard for lighting.

After Bian Ling was done, he tidied himself up and said, "It's okay, leave me alone."

Hearing this, Ji Bingzhu immediately threw his head on the pillow, and fell asleep without even covering him with a quilt.

Bian Ling walked over with heavy eyes, lay beside Ji Bingzhu and looked at his sleeping face in a daze, the room was dimly lit, illuminating Ji Bingzhu's entire face extremely clearly.

Bian Ling tentatively opened his mouth: "Senior?"

Ji Bingzhu groaned, as if he had fallen asleep.

Bian Ling pursed his slightly red lips, which were covered with fruit juice. He looked at Ji Bingzhu's dead pig-like sleeping appearance, and the more he looked, the more angry he became, and finally he slapped his forehead unbearably, and turned around. Life is sulking.

In the early morning of the next day, black snow had already started to fall outside, and Bian Ling melted all the snow that fell on the ground early in the morning, because the ghost walk had already arrived, and he couldn't go out to practice with the little raccoon, so he had to be bored. Sitting quietly in the corridor, fiddling with a few bamboo bones.

When Ji Bingzhu woke up early in the morning, his hair was blown out of sleep, he rubbed his eyes and got out of bed barefoot, opened the window, and muttered, "Ah Ling, what time is it?"

Bian Ling was pasting a large sheet of paper onto the thin bamboo bones, and he didn't lift his head when he heard the words: "It's three quarters of the day, if you're sleepy, sleep for a while."

There was no response later, and when he turned his head, he saw Ji Bingzhu hanging on the window lattice, and fell asleep again.

Bian Ling was almost laughed angrily by him, stood up and pushed him: "Get up, go back to bed and sleep."

Ji Bingzhu struggled to get up, and said: "Don't sleep, don't sleep, if you sleep again, you will die of sleep."

As he spoke, he turned out from the window lattice, looked curiously at the bamboo bone Bian Ling was playing with just now, and asked, "What are you doing? What is this, is it fun?"

Bian Ling came over and almost pasted oil paper on the neatly arranged bamboo bones, then inserted a bamboo into the bamboo bones, fiddled with it a few times, and supported it with his hands, and he made a bamboo bone umbrella Out.

Ji Bingzhu immediately "wow", his eyes lit up, he snatched the umbrella, couldn't put it down and said: "It's so beautiful, Ling, you are so good, you can even make umbrellas!"

Bian Ling reservedly said that it's okay, it's okay, just do whatever you want.

Ji Bingzhu liked this umbrella very much, and even walked around the yard with the umbrella on purpose twice, his cheerful laughter could be heard in the whole yard.

While he was having fun, the overwhelming black snow outside rustled down, completely blocked by Ji Bingzhu's restraint. He looked up at the strange dark clouds in the sky, and suddenly frowned.

Ji Bingzhu suddenly became quiet, and Bian Ling, who had been paying attention to him, noticed something strange. He stood up and said, "What's wrong?"

Ji Bingzhu didn't say a word, looking at the vulture above his head that was hovering over the yard for some time.

The vultures formed a circle and kept whining and neighing over the courtyard, which was really disturbing to hear.

Ji Bingzhu let out a dissatisfied "tsk", and tore off a black headband from his hair. He flicked it at will, and it instantly turned into a pitch-black longbow. He drew up the black string and shot it into the air Several translucent feathered arrows similar to crow feathers came out.

Feather arrows whistled and flew towards the vultures in the sky, and shot at the leading one, only to hear a wail, the vultures fell from the sky, and the rest of the headless all wailed and dispersed.

Ji Bingzhu lowered his hands, his body trembling slightly for some unknown reason.

Bian Ling thought something happened, so he immediately walked up and asked, "Senior, what happened?"

Ji Bingzhu turned his head slowly, with an extremely aggrieved expression, and his eyes were still full of water, looking extremely pitiful.

Bian Ling's heart skipped a beat, and a series of insane possibilities popped up in his mind, "Ghosts strike again?" "Shi Yuan is coming to fight him?" "Mount Luomo is about to collapse?"

Just when he was terrified, he saw Ji Bingzhu lift up the black bow for Bian Ling to see, and said pitifully, "I did it too quickly, and I pulled out a lot of hair."

Bian Ling: "..."

Ji Bingzhu: "It hurts to death..."

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling: "You...you...then what...just as long as you are happy..."

Bian Ling didn't want to talk anymore, Ji Bingzhu flicked the longbow back into a black headband, and there was indeed a bunch of hair that had been forcibly pulled out on it, which was shocking.

Bian Ling sighed slightly, patted his head, and thought: If you go out to Luomo Mountain in the future, you can't let him go out to play alone, otherwise, with his temperament, if this fool is sold out, he will replace him. People say thank you money.

The idiot tugged at Bian Ling's sleeve, and whispered: "This ghost trip, don't go out."

Bian Ling stopped thinking about it, "Why? Those vultures, what kind of warning?"

Ji Bingzhu thought for a while, and then said: "No, anyway, what it means is that most of the beasts in the ghost realm will come out this time."

Bian Ling recalled the posture of ghost walks in the past few years, and asked: "The number of ghost walks before that is the number of ghost walks?"

The huge number and terrifying momentum can almost sweep the entire continent outside.

Ji Bingzhu pursed his lips, and told the truth: "Before, it was only one-tenth."

Bian Ling gasped, one-tenth of the ghost activities were so numerous, if most of the ghost activities were performed by beasts and beasts this time, what a spectacular scene it would be, Bian Ling didn't dare to think about it.

Ji Bingzhu said seriously: "So, you must not go out for fun."

Bian Ling almost rolled his eyes, thinking how do you have the face to say that others are playful?

Bian Ling was not a playful person at all, so he nodded when he heard the words, and said perfunctorily, "Got it."

Only then did Ji Bingzhu feel relieved.

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