shut up, shameless old thief

A Ya's soul has almost recovered, and the days of being able to transform are getting longer and longer. He has been sitting on the phoenix tree and wiping the Raven Feather Sword on weekdays, which is similar to when he did not show up before, and he does not have much sense of presence.

But no matter how close A Ya is, he still doesn't know the affairs of the world, he still vaguely noticed the strangeness of Bian Ling.

A Ya said: "What kind of medicine did that kid take by mistake these days? Suddenly he showed great hospitality."

Bian Ling's attitude towards Ji Bingzhu before, from indifference and ignorance at the beginning to helpless pampering afterwards, was not as clingy as these days, and he would come out to take a look at Ji Bingzhu after a while.

Ji Bingzhu didn't think so, and said indifferently, "No, he hasn't taken any medicine these days."

He was squatting on the phoenix tree to peel a bunch of red fruits, his jerky movements almost cut off his fingers several times.

A Ya frowned, and tapped out with a burst of spiritual power from his fingertips, and the fruit immediately rolled to the ground, Ji Bingzhu let out an "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"" and immediately crawled over to pick it up.

A Ya said: "Cut a ghost."

Ji Bingzhu picked up the soil-covered fruit and muttered, "Why are you hitting my fruit? You are so annoying, this fruit is all dirty."

A Ya poked it with another finger, and the fruit suddenly shattered into a pool of rotten water in Ji Bingzhu's hands, "He hated you so much before, but now he treats you so well all of a sudden. understand?"

Ji Bingzhu and A Ya couldn't get angry either. They put the juice on their hands to their lips and licked it tentatively. Immediately, as if they had licked something disgusting, they clutched their stomachs and retched, but he didn't I can't spit out anything, it just adds to the pain.

He said weakly: "He didn't hate me, you must have read it wrong."

A Ya almost rolled his eyes, and didn't talk to him about this problem. He raised his chin and said, "What are you doing with these fruits?"

Ji Bingzhu vomited for a long time before he recovered, and continued to squat aside obediently and continued to peel the fruit, without raising his head, he said: "A Ling said that it would be delicious to peel off these peels."

A Ya couldn't understand Ji Bingzhu's hustle and bustle to get food for Bian Ling before, but now seeing Ji Bingzhu doing such a thing with a silly look, dissatisfaction almost overflowed from his face, he He said coldly: "No, let him do it himself if he wants to eat."

Ji Bingzhu didn't understand, so he said, "It's okay, I'm bored anyway."

A Ya's brows were almost frowned, and he said in a low voice: "Won't you go to practice when you're bored? Then when will you get out of this mountain? Are you really stupid or just pretending to be stupid?"

Ji Bingzhu was about to protest reflexively, but he was stunned for a moment when the words came to his lips. He didn't know whether he was really stupid or pretended to be stupid. He muttered, picked up a fruit and threw it at A Ya, Turning from shame to anger, he said, "You're stupid, get out of here."

A Ya squeezed the fruit directly into juice, hung the sword back to his waist, jumped down from the tree lightly and landed next to Ji Bingzhu, raised his chin condescendingly, squinted his eyes slightly, and said coldly: "Then let me change the question, Do you really not know why you are here?"

Ji Bingzhu was forced to raise his head high, frowned a little uncomfortablely, and groaned: "I don't understand what you are talking about, do you know the reason? Hmph, if you knew that we had already gone out, you still need to be here Trapped for over 700 years."

A Ya pursed his lips, and the eyes of the crow flashed a trace of coldness. He flicked his hand, almost throwing Ji Bingzhu's neck aside. When Ji Bingzhu raised his head angrily, there was only a piece of crow feathers falling down beside him, and A Ya was gone. traced.

At this time, Bian Ling came out of the kitchen in the backyard, saw Ji Bingzhu squatting on the ground and peeling the fruit obediently, a smile flashed in his eyes, he quickly ran over, squatted down and said softly: "Is it fun?"

Ji Bingzhu shook his hands, "It's not very fun."

With such a flick, Bian Ling sharply saw a few white knife marks on his fingertips, and Bian Ling immediately said: "Don't do it."

Ji Bingzhu asked doubtfully, "Don't you eat the fruit?"

Bian Ling said: "No, the time for the ban is about to expire, I will re-impose it."

I don’t know if it’s because Shi Yuan said that this courtyard is no longer a place outside the world. Ji Bingzhu’s restraint will be broken silently after a long time. The two have no choice but to repair it one after another before the restraint is broken. The province's black snow will fall in the yard.

What Ji Bingzhu couldn't bear the most was the black snow all over the sky. With this, he could even lean back to eat. He nodded immediately when he heard the words, "Okay."

Today is the tenth day after the start of the ghost tour, there are still continuous rampages of ferocious beasts outside, and the voices are getting more and more thoughtful, as if they are approaching this courtyard.

Bian Ling was a little worried when he was complained about. He asked Ji Bingzhu many times, but he was busy playing and waved his hands casually, saying that it was okay, and told him not to worry.

But Bian Ling never clings to other people's temperament. Although Ji Bingzhu said so, he still goes out to the yard to observe the ghosts outside.

After three days of continuous investigation, Bian Ling had to admit that those vicious demon cultivators were really rushing towards Ji Bingzhu's place, their aura was completely unrestrained, and the visitors were not kind.

When Ji Bingzhu heard about this, he blinked his eyes in doubt, "Impossible, even Shi Yuan dared not provoke me, why did those demon cultivators dare to come here?"

Ji Bingzhu, who has the ability to break the world, said this not because of his conceit, but just to explain a fact. Even if the beasts from the whole world came, no one could surpass Ji Bingzhu in terms of strength.

Even though Bian Ling knew this was the case, he still couldn't help worrying, "Senior, do you know that ants kill elephants more often? If their original target was you and attacked you together, you wouldn't be able to withstand so many people."

Everyone's spiritual power is exhausted, if those fierce beasts are completely disregarding life and death, just want to consume Ji Bingzhu to death, even if Ji Bingzhu has the power to reach the sky, he can't stop the spiritual power from being wasted like this.

Ji Bingzhu raised his arms, opened his eyes wide and said, "But I'm very good."

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling was weak: "There will always be a time when your spiritual power is exhausted, if that time..."

Ji Bingzhu didn't know, so he didn't seem to understand what exhaustion of spiritual power meant, but yes, people with his ability probably haven't experienced battles that require exhaustion of spiritual power to survive.

Ji Bingzhu raised his arm again and repeated: "It's okay, I'm very good."

Bian Ling didn't know what to say for a while, so he gave him a complicated look and remained silent.

Ji Bingzhu had a kind of blind confidence in his abilities, Bian Ling didn't listen to him no matter how much he persuaded him, and he didn't bother to tell him as time went by, he thought it would be good to be more vigilant.

Sure enough, just as Bian Ling expected, three days later, the beasts of the ghostly beasts gathered around the courtyard, and all the demon cultivators showed great momentum, breaking the restriction that Bian Ling had just set up not long ago.

A deep voice seemed to resound from the horizon: "Ghosts walk in the ghostly realm, the souls of the living disperse!"

The sound reverberated in the sky, and seemed to be able to penetrate into people's ears, vibrating back and forth, stirring up the black snow on the surrounding flat ground, and it was really strange.

Then, a series of voices that sounded like harmony sounded slowly. There were men and women, old and young, all with a low and compassionate tone.

"Ghosts walk in the shackles, and the souls of the living disperse."

"The alchemy is destroyed, the broken one is scattered, and the world is left alone, and it is cracked."

"The living, scattered souls."

Bian Ling was sitting on the railing of the promenade wiping the Xin Ting Hou, when a voice suddenly sounded, the Xin Ting Hou in his hand suddenly floated in mid-air with spirituality, a circle of red ripples spread out, as if there was a scream, Resisting the harmony that can stir people's hearts.

At this moment, the restriction was broken suddenly, and the black snow flew down, and landed on Ji Bingzhu, who was happily peeling fruit under the tree.

He tilted his head and looked at his shoulder suspiciously, and when his harmless and pure eyes touched Heixue on his shoulder, he became cold and violent almost instantly.

Hearing the singing voice, Bian Ling frowned, jumped forward and took the new stop back, and was about to go out to check, when he was surprised to find that there seemed to be a more domineering momentum under the phoenix tree.

That spiritual power seemed to appear out of thin air, rising from the ground in an instant, and the green wood-colored spiritual power drew half an arc and rushed towards the fierce demon cultivator outside.

As soon as Bian Ling turned his head, he saw Ji Bingzhu, who was sitting on the ground obediently, was staggering up from the ground.

Bian Ling said: "Senior! Ghosts outside..."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Bingzhu turned his face away, his usually innocent and gentle face was already cold and stern, he raised his lips as if smiling, and the green shirt on his body seemed to be soaked in inkstone In the middle, the black continuously spreads from the hem of the clothes, as if it is alive.

Soon, the elegant and bamboo-like green shirt instantly turned into a ghostly blackness.

Bian Ling was stunned, and took a closer look, a pile of black snow fell on Ji Bingzhu's head and hem at some point, and was melted into water droplets by the instant aura rising from his body.

The corners of Bian Ling's lips twitched, looking at Ji Bingzhu who looked like a ghost, he probably knew why Ji Bingzhu went crazy.

Bian Ling was wondering why Ji Bingzhu was so repulsive to Moxiu before, but after knowing Ji Bingzhu's true identity, he was relieved.

Wuzui, who became a demon cultivator, wiped out Ji's family, so it's no wonder Ji Bingzhu hated demon cultivators so much.

After Bian Ling figured it out, he didn't stop anymore. He walked a few steps and was about to open the door. Ji Bingzhu's figure dissipated into a black crow feather. The fog directly smashed the door into ruins, along with the high wall beside it.

Bian Ling held his forehead and ran out quickly.

The crow feather landed on the ground and spun rapidly, and soon Ji Bingzhu's black figure appeared, his crow pupils were fierce, staring at the army of ghosts in front of him, his eyes were cold and silent, his voice was still like usual It sounds so nice in the water, like the gurgling of a clear spring, and said softly: "Who of you just said that the broken ones are scattered? Who wants to scatter my soul?"

All the ghost cultivators exuded monstrous demon breath, almost turning the falling snow into powder. The few people in the lead were not forced by Ji Bingzhu's aura at all, but calmly and calmly used the pitch-black His eyes fixed on Ji Bingzhu.

Ji Bingzhu was extremely disgusted when he saw Moxiu, and when he heard no one answered, he suddenly let out a sharp and long whistle, hovering in the sky, and said softly: "Who the hell? If you don't stand up, then I will kill all of you." Kill it, anyway, I'm quite bored now."

The voice is soft, but the words that come out are palpitating.

Moxiu standing at the front was naked, with a human upper body and a strange eagle lower body. He stared at Ji Bingzhu indifferently with a cold light in his eyes, and said lightly: "It's just a lowly human being, how dare you do it under me?" There is a lot of nonsense in the environment."

Ji Bingzhu's eyes flashed suddenly, and he turned his gaze to him. His pupils were as black as a crow, almost occupying all the eyeballs. When he tilted his head, the expression on his face was almost innocent.

Ji Bingzhu said softly, "Is that you?"

Before Moxiu could answer, he saw Ji Bingzhu take off the hair band on his head, and turned it into a pitch-black bow with a flick of his hand. He hooked the bowstring, and didn't even have feather arrows, just like a child playing He shot an arrow at the Mo Xiu's eyes without blinking.

The transparent wind blade whizzed away, and the next moment, the wind blade entered his body, and the demon cultivator didn't even scream, and directly scattered into a pile of blood mud on the spot.

The blood spilled all over the ground, dyeing the black snow on the ground a maroon.

Many demon cultivators were completely shocked by his shocking arrow, and their eyes were no longer full of disdain, but added a lot of fear and embarrassment.

Ji Bingzhu lowered his hand, licked his light-colored lips, and smiled, and said lightly: "Look, even if you are as noble as you, you will die in the hands of my lowly people in the end."

Bian Ling stared at him blankly, he had never seen Ji Bingzhu like this before, and at this moment he suddenly realized that Ji Bingzhu at this time should be the real one.

Incomparable in the world.

On the boulder not far away, Shi Yuan sat cross-legged, squinting his eyes watching the battle in the distance, his pupils were full of fun and excitement.

Standing behind him with an umbrella, Huan Han saw Ji Bingzhu lightly killing a demon cultivator, and said calmly: "Ji Yan will die in this battle, and he must not be allowed to leave Luomo Mountain alive."

Shi Yuan propped his jaw, looked at Ji Bingzhu's beautiful face with great interest, and murmured obsessively: "Of course."

Huan Han lowered his body, put an umbrella on Shi Yuan's head, and covered him from the snow all over the sky. Hearing Shi Yuan's answer, Huan Han's eyes seemed to be filled with tears, but everyone who knew her knew that she liked it very much. Putting on such a compassionate look, Moxiu is always Moxiu, she is actually still the same as Shi Yuan.

Huan Han said softly: "But if he loses this battle, the day will come for him to leave Luomo Mountain."

"Once he gets out alive, that world will never enter the world."

Shi Yuan's eyes were still full of stupidity, he stared at Ji Bingzhu's body, licked his lips, and said hoarsely: "I know."

He stretched, stood up from the boulder, waved away the umbrella that was still cold, and said a little unhappy: "Don't open an umbrella for me, I won't grow tall."

Huan Han didn't speak, and silently removed the umbrella.

Shi complained: "If they can't keep Ji Yan, then they can grab that kid named Bian as a bargaining chip."

"Heaven chooses to cultivate the body of demons. For thousands of years, there are only the two of them. People like Ji Yan will always soften their hearts."

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