shut up, shameless old thief

Bian Ling said in a low voice: "That's the enchanted nine-tailed fox, do you want to touch it too?"

Ji Bingzhu immediately took a step back when he heard the words, and thought of this question later, he looked at Shi Yuan with disgust on his face: "Then I won't touch it, what did you just say? I am not a place outside the world anymore. ,What means?"

Shi Yuan shook his hair slowly, his childish voice was a bit cold: "literally, then..."

Shi Yuan looked at Ji Bingzhu up and down twice, then licked his lips unsatisfied, and said in a hoarse voice: "Ji Yan, see you after the ghost tour, if you are still alive."

Ji Bingzhu frowned, and Shi Yuan covered his lips hypocritically and said "Aiya", and said artificially: "But it's okay, I will collect your body when you die, don't worry."

Bian Ling said angrily, "Shut up!"

Shi Yuan laughed loudly, rolled up his black robe, and instantly disappeared into a cloud of black mist.

Bian Ling looked worriedly at the place where Shi Yuan disappeared, and was thinking about what he meant by what he said just now. Ji Bingzhu bit his fingertips and said thoughtfully: "Isn't it a place outside the world? Huh? What is it?" mean?"

Bian Ling was about to say something, but a drop of coldness touched his face. He raised his head, and saw that Ji Bingzhu's restraint over the courtyard disappeared at some point, and the black snowflakes fluttered down without any hindrance. .

Bian Ling knew that Ji Bingzhu didn't like to touch this kind of thing, so he put his arms around his waist, and the two of them entered the room in an instant with a shock of spiritual power.

Ji Bingzhu was still thinking about the question just now, and when he realized it, Bian Ling had already knelt down beside him on one knee.

Ji Bingzhu blinked suspiciously, "What's wrong with Ah Ling?"

Bian Ling was a little hard to say for a while, he lowered his head and remained silent. Ji Bingzhu felt tired talking with his head down, so he simply sat cross-legged in front of Bian Ling, looked at Bian Ling with his head tilted, and said in a low voice, "Why are you so tired?" Is it? Why did you suddenly kneel down, wouldn’t it be very tiring? My knee hurts so much.”

Bian Ling raised his head slightly, met the crow-colored eyes of last Ji Bingzhu, his lips trembled, and then he said: "Your...Your Majesty."

Ji Bingzhu tilted his head and became even more confused, "Call me? I'm not called Junshang."

Bian Ling didn't know how to say this to Ji Bingzhu, and after struggling for a long time, he let out a breath slowly, and said bluntly: "I didn't know before that the senior is the king of Luyi City, and the junior is so offended, I hope..."

Ji Bingzhu bit his fingertips and thought hard, and finally realized that he still had a name, and said carelessly: "You said Yiyijun, this is the name Lu Mu gave me, but I rarely use it, and this name is not good. ,How did you know?"

Lord Yiyi is not a name at all, but a position of honor that all people on the Gujing Continent want to obtain with all their lives.

Bian Ling looked at Ji Bingzhu with a blank sheet of paper in front of him, and for a moment didn't know what to say.

Ji Yi is the ruler of the entire Luyi City who has worshiped Taoism for generations. There are not a few people in Gujing who are obsessed with Yiyi Lord. Every year, the aristocratic families in Luyi City will gather in the ancestral hall of Yiyijun's house to pray for blessings and worship Taoism.

And Bian Ling's Bian family is one of the five great families in Luyi City, and it is precisely because Ji Yan was chosen by God to cultivate the body of a demon to enter Taoism, and the Bian family takes him to Yiyang Jun's ancestral hall to worship Taoism for several days every year before returning.

Bian Ling was smart since he was a child, and almost grew up listening to Ji Yan's few deeds. He was seriously injured and disappeared for a hundred days in the battle with Wuzuijun, and he never tired of listening to it from childhood to adulthood.

Before he knew it, Bian Ling had longed for Lord Yiyi as a god, even though no one knew whether he still existed in the world or not.

At this time, the god who had been enshrined by him for 16 years was sitting cross-legged beside him, looking at him eagerly, and Bian Ling's inner collapse and astonishment can be imagined.

Lu Mu is the lord of Luyi City, and he is also the one who, regardless of everyone's dissuasion, insists on leaving the throne to Ji Yi, who does not know life and death. There are very few people who have the throne in the entire Gujing, and there are only Wuzui Lord, He Que Lord and He Que in the eastern mainland. One calamity for the three of you.

Bian Ling's face was full of complex expressions, and he said in a low voice: "You are the most respected person in the entire Luyi City, you are..."

Ji Bingzhu's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he grabbed Bian Ling's hand and said happily: "The tallest person? Wow, I never knew, does that mean that I can eat whatever I want in Luyi City ?”

Bian Ling slowly supported his forehead.

No, really not, he really can't connect Ji Bingzhu with the mysterious and unpredictable Lord Yiyi, even if his awe of Lord Yiyi came from his childhood, but for Ji Bingzhu last year, he still loves him. A sense of powerlessness for no reason.

Bian Ling didn't answer him, but instead asked, "I heard that you were seriously injured 700 years ago, why did you appear here and have been trapped for so many years?"

As soon as this remark came out, Ji Bingzhu felt a little lost, he swayed around in place, and said in boredom: "I don't know, I came here as soon as I woke up, and I can't get out even if I think about it."

Seeing his lonely appearance, Bian Ling instinctively stretched out his hand to touch his head, but the next second he immediately realized the identity of the person in front of him, and was so shocked that he wanted to withdraw his hand immediately, but Ji Bingzhu had already Then I developed a habit, when I saw him stretching out, I casually put my head on it, and unconsciously rubbed against Bian Ling's palm.

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling withdrew his hand, stared at his palm for a long time, then put his hand behind his waist, planning not to wash his hand for a few days.

Ji Bingzhu didn't know how turbulent Bian Ling's heart was. He sat on the ground for a while and then became sleepy. He yawned and fell forward, fell into Bian Ling's arms, and murmured: "I fell asleep so Why is Jiu still so sleepy, uh... I'll sleep for a while, just for a little while..."

While speaking, he closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Bian Ling's head was almost steaming. He looked at Ji Bingzhu sleeping in his arms with a flushed face, and murmured for a long time: "I won't take a bath."

When Ji Bingzhu woke up the next morning, Bian Ling was cooking sweet soup outside. When he saw him rubbing his eyes, his eyes almost lit up, "Senior."

Ji Bingzhu yawned and walked over. He slumped on the table as soon as he sat down, put his face on the stone table, and murmured: "I'm so sleepy, I'm going to die of sleepiness."

Bian Ling carefully sat next to Ji Bingzhu with a bowl of sweet soup, frowned and said, "Didn't you sleep for so long before, were you still sleepy?"

People who practice Taoism rarely have such a lethargic appearance, let alone someone like Ji Bingzhu.

Ji Bingzhu didn't even want to open his eyes, and said vaguely: "Well, yes, I can't even open my eyes. Well, are you drinking sweet soup? Give me a sip."

The spoon that Bian Ling was holding in his hand fell to the ground. He picked it up somewhat at a loss, his ears were red.

He naturally knew what Ji Bingzhu meant by hello. If it was before yesterday, he would have fed it without any hesitation at all, but after knowing Ji Bingzhu's true identity, Bian Ling immediately gave up.

He blew on the sweet soup, pretended to be calm and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Only then did Ji Bingzhu forcefully open his eyes, "What?"

Bian Ling coughed dryly twice, and said, "That's too much."

Ji Bingzhu looked at him suspiciously, why didn't he hear Bian Ling say Chaoyue after feeding him so many sips of wine before, why is it that he is overwhelmed by feeding sweet soup now?

Ji Bingzhu: "But I want to drink."

Bian Ling was still wondering why Ji Bingzhu couldn't taste the taste, but he could taste it by feeding him himself. After knowing Ji Bingzhu's identity yesterday, he probably also knew that it might be because the two were both chosen by heaven to cultivate the body of the devil.

Bian Ling took a sip of the soup, turned his head to meet Ji Bingzhu's eager eyes looking at him, and his heart softened immediately.

Bian Ling thought: "Just this time, it shouldn't matter, it doesn't count as a crime."

But another thought popped up suddenly: "Presumptuous! What is his identity, what is your identity, and how can you get involved in blasphemy at will?"

Another voice said again: "Anyway, no one is here now, and he doesn't understand anything, and I just feed him in a very ordinary way, it's not considered meddling."

"If the people in Luyi City find out, they will definitely break your legs. If you are lustful, you have to think carefully about whether you can bear the consequences!"

"Just take a bite..."

"If you miss, you can feed it!"

The two hearts were at war, and Bian Ling was so irritable that he was dying. Ji Bingzhu suddenly approached him impatiently, shaking his arm, and softly called: "A Ling, A Ling."

In an instant, the evil thoughts in Bian Ling's heart directly swept over the majestic voice, his eyes sank, he took a sip of sweet soup and directly squeezed Ji Bingzhu's chin and fed it.

Ji Bingzhu grasped his shoulder vaguely, and after swallowing the soup in his mouth, he noticed curiously that Bian Ling didn't intend to withdraw at all, but instead slipped his tongue in and hooked his tongue deftly.

Ji Bingzhu didn't know what this meant, but he felt very comfortable, so he simply bit out Bian Ling's tongue with his teeth, and rubbed it carefully.

Bian Ling took a breath immediately, and retreated from Ji Bingzhu's mouth in a panic.

His heart didn't know whether it was because he couldn't breathe or because he was shocked by his daring, and it almost jumped out of his chest.

He thought: "I will definitely be killed."

Ji Bingzhu touched his lips, and tugged on Bian Ling's arm with an unfinished look, "That, that, Ling, come again."

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling almost gave up on himself and said: "If you can get the Lord of Disaster, you will die."

With this in mind, he kissed him again, but as soon as he touched Ji Bingzhu's lips, Ji Bingzhu pushed him away unhappy, saying: "Soup! Soup! Soup!"

Bian Ling: "..."

――He likes my soup, not my kisses.

Bian Ling almost wanted to shed tears of sympathy for himself, but he didn't take advantage of the advantages, and finally he fed the whole bowl of soup to Ji Bingzhu.

Ji Bingzhu immediately pushed him away after eating and drinking, his lips were bitten red by Bian Ling, his eyes were full of color, and Bian Ling was angry, but Ji Bingzhu himself didn't notice it at all. The big bar is outrageous.

He lay on the table and licked his lips, squinted his eyes and said comfortably: "Sweet soup, sweet soup."

Bian Ling sat on one side and looked at him without blinking. Hearing this, he immediately said, "What soup do you want to eat in the afternoon? I'll make it for you."

Ji Bingzhu said: "Can you make the fruit you ate before into juice?"

Bian Ling said yes even if he couldn't, and immediately nodded and said, "No problem."

Ji Bingzhu suddenly felt happy like a child, the kind who was sold out.

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