shut up, shameless old thief

Ji Bingzhu held the front edge of the hall, looked at it curiously, casually grabbed Bian Ling's sleeve and wiped the blood off the blade, and muttered: "The beads on the handle of this knife are quite beautiful, I can pick them off ?"

Bian Ling was frowning and looking at the blood stains on his sleeves, the corners of his lips twitched slightly when he heard this: "Don't...don't..."

After all, it is a very high artifact on the weapon list. If someone picks off the small parts on the handle casually, if the weapon is sane and feels ashamed, the ranking will definitely drop down.

Ji Bingzhu curled his lips, and casually threw the front blade to Bian Ling, saying: "Take it and play."

Bian Ling took over the front edge, with a cold face, not knowing what to say.

Ji Bingzhu's chest was still bleeding. If ordinary people had followed his flow method, he would have lost too much blood and passed out. But he didn't know if he was really not feeling uncomfortable or just pretending. His face was still indifferent and curious as usual.

He said to the little raccoon next to Stardust: "Little raccoon, aren't you always afraid of those demon cultivators? Why are you standing on the same side with them all of a sudden?"

His face was full of undisguised curiosity, completely devoid of the anger and resentment after being stabbed.

The little raccoon raised his head slightly, the corners of his eyes were naturally twitchy, and even when his face was expressionless, he couldn't hide his charming look, he said lightly: "I just said, natural selection, I was born as a spirit beast Yearning for the strong, betraying you is just because you are not worthy of my following."

Ji Bingzhu's face froze, his body swayed slightly, and the eyes he looked at Xiaoli lost the indifference just now, and became full of disbelief and grief. His lips trembled slightly, tears filled his eyes, and he said tremblingly: "You..."

Seeing Ji Bingzhu's sad look, Bian Ling wished to tear the little raccoon into pieces. He stepped forward and sneered at the little raccoon, and said, "It seems that the spirit beasts are just rats who crossed the river and demolished the bridge. A race following the instincts of beasts."

Xiaoli looked at Ji Bingzhu, whose eyelashes were full of tears, pursed his lips, and said lightly, "Whatever you want."

Ji Bingzhu was covered in blood, with tears in his eyes. He trembled for a long time before throwing himself on Bian Ling's chest, sobbing, "He... woo... unexpectedly said..."

Bian Ling immediately embraced him, and said in a low voice, "Leave him alone, an inferior creature without intelligence is not worthy of you..."

Before Bian Ling finished speaking, Ji Bingzhu squeezed his fist and punched him on the chest. This punch seemed light, but it almost made Bian Ling vomit blood.

Bian Ling: "..."

His face was pale, but he was still not willing to let go of Ji Bingzhu, and continued: "It's not worth your attention."

Ji Bingzhu punched again, and woo woo waah said: "He actually said that I am not strong, he actually said that I am not strong! Woo woo wa, I am super powerful, super powerful! I can beat ten like him Hey! He also said that I am not strong, I am so angry, Ah Ling, please tell him how powerful I am, hurry up!"

As he spoke, he punched twice again.

Bian Ling: "..."

Little Fox: "..."

Bian Ling's face was pale, and he resisted the urge to throw him out by the collar, pushed him away, and said through gritted teeth: "Get up!"

Ji Bingzhu rubbed his eyes until his eyes were red, and he muttered in a low voice after being pushed away: "Quickly say I'm amazing."

Bian Ling rubbed the center of his brows, feeling a splitting headache.

Stardust at the side looked at Ji Bingzhu in disbelief, and couldn't help asking the little raccoon next to him, "Has he always been like this?"

Stardust thought for a while, and chose a wording: "Is that... stupid without knowing it?"

The little raccoon's stunning face couldn't hide his helplessness, and said: "That's why I said at the beginning, if you want to defeat him, it's best not to go head-to-head, and if you play a little tricky, he can come to his door to die by himself."

The corners of Xingzhu's lips twitched, and the demon cultivators on the side also looked at Ji Bingzhu with the eyes of fools.

Ji Bingzhu didn't care, maybe he didn't realize how mocking and disdainful those people looked at him, but Bian Ling couldn't help it, and glared at him full of anger.

Ji Bingzhu didn't know anything, and was still looking down at the blood hole in his chest. He blocked the wound with his fingers, looked at it curiously for a while, and after tentatively withdrawing his hand, the blood gushed out again immediately. Immediately, he hurriedly continued to cover it, and after covering it for a while, he released his hand curiously to see if it was still bleeding.

Seeing Shi Yuan in the distance was a bit boring, he said to Huan Han: "We lost this time, let Xing Dust come back, since the front edge is useless, let's use another method."

Huan Han hesitated, "But didn't your lord say that if Ji Yan is still alive this time, then..."

Shi Yuan smiled, and a rare childlike smile appeared on his immature face. He looked at Bian Ling, who was turning into anger from embarrassment, and said lightly: "Do you think that according to Ji Yan's stupid temperament, he will leave Bian Ling alone and leave?" ?"

Still cold and thoughtful.

Shi complained: "As long as Bian Ling is here, Ji Yan will not leave so easily. If he has survived this ghost tour and has not made up his mind to leave, he will have to stay here for another hundred years before he will leave. Chance."

"We have plenty of time."

As he spoke, the black robe fluttered and he turned around and left.

Not long after, Xingzhu and Yueni seemed to have received the news of Huanhan, their faces turned serious, and they looked at Ji Bingzhu unwillingly, before ordering in a low voice: "Retreat."

Xingzhuan cupped his hands towards Ji Bingzhu: "Xingzhuan suddenly has something to do again, and I can't stay with you for a long time and I hope to forgive my sin. I will definitely visit again in the future to apologize."

Bian Ling said coldly: "Are you so casual, come and leave whenever you want?"

Stardust waved his hand, and the demon cultivators receded quickly like a tide. Bian Ling was not reconciled, and Xin Tinghou flew out, spinning rapidly in mid-air, and the red aura shot needle rain towards the demon cultivators like a torrential rain.

I only heard the needle rain hit a hard place, all of which broke and dissipated into light. The body of the land master who had been silent in the moon mud like a hill suddenly swelled up, like a huge hill rising from the ground, blocking it. In response to Bian Ling's menacing attack.

By the time the needle rain dissipated, the demon cultivators had already disappeared completely, the hill was sitting, and the realm master had also fled.

Bian Ling looked at the hill bitterly, and remembered the wound on Ji Bingzhu's body, and hurried back, shouting: "Senior!"

Ji Bingzhu stood where he was, holding his chest and seemed to be having a great time. When he saw Bian Ling running over, he said "Oh", tilted his head, and said, "A Ling, the bleeding can't stop."

Bian Ling was so bloody that his eye sockets became a little hot. He held Ji Bingzhu's chest wound. Although he knew that Ji Bingzhu was not in pain, he was still careful not to hurt him.

Bian Ling helped him walk slowly into the yard, but just as the two arrived home, Ji Bingzhu slammed the door uncharacteristically, and quickly drew a magic circle with both hands to cover the yard, isolating the control of the environment.

Then, as if he couldn't hold it anymore, his body suddenly went limp.

Bian Ling kept supporting him, and when he saw him fall, he immediately caught him out of his wits, and the smell of blood immediately permeated the two of them.

Bian Ling asked in a daze, "Senior?"

Ji Bingzhu's face was pale, he forced a smile, put an index finger on his lips, and said in a low voice, "Shhhhh, keep your voice down."

Bian Ling immediately fell silent, carried him back to the room and put him on the bed.

The blood on Ji Bingzhu's chest was still flowing, and as he himself said, he couldn't stop it. Bian Ling could hardly believe that there was so much blood to flow from a person, and he held Ji Bingzhu's hand in vain The spiritual power was sent in along his veins.

Ji Bingzhu was warmed by Bian Ling's spiritual power, he leaned lazily on the pillow, squinted his eyes and said, "A little more, a little more."

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling was really angry and distressed when he saw that he was covered in blood and still looked indifferent. He couldn't laugh or cry for a while, so he frowned and continued to send spiritual power to him.

After Bian Ling channeled his spiritual power for a while, Ji Bingzhu seemed to fall into a deep sleep. The blood on his chest seemed to be still flowing, and it didn't take long for half of the bed to be stained red.

Bian Ling frowned and took off his clothes, changed into new clothes, looked at the wound and didn't know what to do for a while.

Ji Bingzhu was still sleeping soundly and heartlessly. His hair was disheveled, and Bian Ling lifted it up and spread it all over the pillow to avoid blood. In this way, his black hair and face were clearly black and white, which made his pale face even more contrasting. Paper,

Bian Ling looked at it, as if bewitched, slowly bent down to stare at Ji Bingzhu's thick and slightly curly eyelashes, because he was too close, breathing on Ji Bingzhu's smooth face, he felt a little uncomfortable. Adapted to the "humming", she tilted her head and muttered in a low voice, "A Ling...there is a bug...quick, beat it away."

Bian Ling's eyes turned red instantly when Ji Bingzhu murmured his name unconsciously. He leaned down and hugged Ji Bingzhu's thin lips, and the pleasure of skin-to-skin kisses surged into Bian Ling's heart instantly, and his mind seemed to explode The dazzling fireworks made him almost have difficulty breathing.

As soon as he touched it, he stretched out his hand and slowly touched Ji Bingzhu's slightly cool face, and murmured in a low voice: "I...I am happy with you..."

Happy...

As soon as he uttered this word, he seemed to forcefully wave away the dilemma of these days leading directly to the single-plank bridge named "Ji Bingzhu".

If you don't get Ji Bingzhu, you will fall into the abyss and be smashed to pieces.

This is the first time in Bian Ling's life that he has such a deep obsession and desire for something after living for so long.

Never die.

Ji Bingzhu was asleep, so naturally he didn't see Bian Ling's eye that seemed to have turned into a magic pupil, nor did he see the obsession and frenzy that Bian Ling's pupils were bound to have for him.

Sometimes it’s good not to know anything.

Bian Ling stayed for a while, and went out to fetch water to wipe Ji Bingzhu's body. As soon as he left, a black light flashed on Ji Bingzhu's body, and a group of crow feathers descended one after another, and A Ya's figure appeared beside the bed.

He looked at Ji Bingzhu who was sleeping soundly with complicated eyes, and then at the busy figure outside the door, his face was extremely ugly.

A Ya stepped forward and slapped Ji Bingzhu's forehead without mercy, slapping Ji Bingzhu awake.

A Ya said coldly: "Are you an idiot?"

Ji Bingzhu was bewildered, staring at A Ya in bewilderment, and said vaguely, "What's the matter?"

A Ya said bitterly: "I think you will be eaten and wiped out sooner or later."

Ji Bingzhu was even more at a loss. He sat up from the bed, patted his arm, frowned and said, "I've already said that I'm very powerful, and I won't be eaten by anyone."

The series of actions and expressions of Bian Ling just now, A Ya, could naturally see clearly in Ji Bingzhu's inner mansion. At that time, he was shocked and felt a little uncomfortable.

Later, Ah Ya thought about why he had this illusion. There may be two reasons: one is that he was shocked that people like Ji Bingzhu would still like him; Coveting Ji Bingzhu's strength, he doesn't know whether it's because he's full of lust or courage, or if a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

Ah Ya had always thought that Bian Ling's affection for Ji Bingzhu was probably his admiration and yearning for the Almighty. Even if he knew Ji Bingzhu's identity, at best, it was nothing more than adding a little fascination for the strong to that little bit of longing. , not a threat at all.So A Ya simply ignored them.

But unexpectedly, as soon as Bian Ling's desire-filled kiss fell, it directly shattered an unknown barrier in A Ya's heart.

A Ya's expression was calm, but his heart was agitated. He was almost shaking with anger, and he repeated many times in his heart: "This brazen brat!"

In other people's eyes, Bian Ling is really bold and reckless. It's okay for him not to be afraid of an existence like Yiyijun who is put on the altar by others in the outside world, but he has such unreasonable thoughts about Jiyi.

A Ya looked at Ji Bingzhu's ignorant appearance, and couldn't get angry. After thinking about it, it had nothing to do with Ji Bingzhu, so he held back his anger and said coldly: "This time, how do you feel?" Have you seen any changes in your inner palace?"

Ji Bingzhu tilted his head, squinted his eyes to feel it for a while, and asked doubtfully: "It seems... more spiritual power?"

A Ya said: "Although the Tangqian blade can absorb the spiritual power and luck of a person's body, it has no effect on a person with your ability."

Ji Bingzhu touched the wound on his chest, "But it's still bleeding... What if it dries up? Will I become a human being?"

A Ya: "..."

A Ya didn't know how to evaluate his idea, so he said: "Don't worry, I won't die, you can use your spiritual power to go around the inner palace and try."

Ji Bingzhu said "Oh" and closed his eyes. After a while, he frowned and said, "It's so difficult, I don't want to turn anymore, can I go out to play?"

A Ya almost roared angrily: "Turn as you tell me, you bastard!"

Ji Bingzhu immediately widened his eyes, and Ah Ya knew that he was out of control, coughed dryly, and heard Ji Bingzhu excitedly say: "A Ya, you can curse people, it's amazing!"

A Ya said coldly: "If you say one more word, I will not only swear, but also beat people."

Ji Bingzhu immediately shut his mouth, frowned and continued to circulate the spiritual energy in the inner palace. After a while, he opened his eyes with sweat all over his face, and said aggrievedly, "It's over."

A Ya pressed his hand on his chest impatiently, and the bleeding wound disappeared immediately.

Ji Bingzhu never knew that his body had such an instant healing function, so he opened his eyes excitedly and pulled his clothes back and forth many times, and after finally confirming that the wound was gone, he immediately cheered: "I'm too powerful!" , I can heal myself! Ahhh, I am stronger than before!"

Ah Ya's headache was about to split, and he couldn't bear it and held down Ji Bingzhu, who was thumping back and forth, and said coldly: "Aren't you curious why you have such power?"

Ji Bingzhu looked at A Ya in confusion, as if he was wondering why he would ask such an idiotic question, and said, "Is it still necessary to ask? Of course it's because I'm amazing."

A Ya: "..."

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