The villain's guide to throwing blame

Peerless technique.

It is too ridiculous to say that a piece of magic art is regarded as a peerless art collection by the great master of the immortal way. It would be unbelievable for others. They will only think that Chang Pavilion Master is really crazy about collecting.

This kind of cultivation technique contaminated with tens of millions of blood should be destroyed on the spot, and at worst it should be sealed and kept under strict supervision.

However, how did Chang Sheng deal with it, put it in a hidden cave in his own small treasury, and seal it up tightly, but this week's method didn't seem to be guarded by fear, but rather like he couldn't put it down!

The secret thought in Yue Chen's heart was picked up by Feng Ling's words, and it faintly emerged from the bottom of his heart, and there was a bit of pain in his churning chest and abdomen.

Chang Sheng's thoughts on this exercise are impure, even as if—

Coveting the special effects of the Blood Night Styx Roll!

Feng Ling pointed out this terrifying possibility in a few words, and sent it straight to Yuechen.In addition to opening up ideas for the master to answer his worries and doubts, he also brought a little bit of reminder.

Looking at it now, the fog behind Chang Sheng's death is intricate and complicated, and what the murderer asked for is still unknown, but Chang Sheng may not die unjustly.This matter has been stirred into a huge pool of muddy water, in which the dark tide is raging, and a moment of carelessness may lead to the wrong answer, farther and farther away from the truth.

Shaolin Temple's involvement in this incident may not be clear, Yuechen is in a bad situation at this time, the suspicion cannot be cleared up for a while, and there are countless clues, and there is no way to start. Get muddy.

This matter has little impact on Fengying Pavilion, but there are also several clues that pull Fengying Lord into the water. He and Yuechen seem to be in harmony and helping each other at this time, but if the situation changes drastically, the two of them may maintain their relationship. I can't live with the peaceful scene now.

Thinking of this, Feng Ling smiled faintly in his heart, and calmly glanced at Yuechen who was frowning and thinking, and looked lightly at his hand holding the bloody Ye Minghe roll, his fingers were white but looked Its texture is like cold jade, and a small roll of paper is loosely exposed between the fingers.

Just now when the two were confronting each other in silence in the tunnel, their hands were loosely clasped like this, and it looked like a relaxed and trusting gesture. Of course, if his thumb hadn't been quietly pinching the rosary on his wrist at that time, it would have been so loose. More like that.

The two of them walked forward one after the other holding the magic weapon. Feng Ling thought he didn't trust each other, but he didn't see that he didn't let go of the magic weapon the whole time. Yue Chen's eyes that he thought he hadn't noticed still paused on the brocade fan, and the slightly lonely eyes made him feel a little guilty for no reason.

Now think back to the situation at that time——

Heck, Yuechen is just a bald donkey who pretends to be sincere and scheming, and he pretends to be serious.

Young Master Feng clasped his hands together, leaned angrily against the low wall behind him, and rolled his eyes suddenly when he recalled his feeling weak at that time.

However, he who believes in this bald donkey is a big fool himself.

Unaware of the self-examination thoughts of the elder and young master slamming, condemning and regretting himself from the bottom of his heart, Master Yuechen was still immersed in his own thoughts and couldn't extricate himself.

Feng Ling, who was full of anger, had already acted in several big dramas in his heart, and Yue Chen, who was condemned by himself, regretted and cried about his bad behavior. The fantasy scene calmed the young master's aggrieved psychology.

After recovering from his senses, Feng Ling, who was already refreshed, decided not to blame the past, and quietly glanced at Yuechen who was still worrying about his sect being torn into muddy water and didn't know how to drain it, and then he looked for it by himself with nothing to do. had fun.

"Woo--" A clear and long whistle sounded in Yuechen's ear. The master who made the sound seemed to be quite satisfied with the effect, and then he blew a soft and quick tune, accompanied by the dim starlight and the disappearing moon god. In the dark night, don't have a scary atmosphere.

He turned his head to look around, and saw the young man sitting on the foot of the eaves, with one leg propped up, the other hanging swaying leisurely, with a tender green leaf in his mouth, just blowing on it.

Moondust: "..."

He sighed sadly, then moved his fingertips slightly, formed a seal, and flicked towards the young man who was blowing the leaves.

"Hiss—" the music stopped abruptly, and the leaf that Feng Ling held between his fingers was neatly separated from the half in his mouth.

He took his hand away dully, rubbed his right hand lightly on his lips, there was no pain, then he opened his lips, took out the leaf between his lips, and lightly licked his upper and lower lips with his tongue, it was very good, and there was no rust smell , is a little hot.

Realizing that he hadn't been harmed by the unexpected attack, Feng Ling grew furious inch by inch. He turned his head suddenly, glared at the culprit, and the words were about to burst out of his mouth.

The chief culprit glanced at him indifferently, and then said coldly, "Young Master Feng, is this purposely leading people the way because he is afraid that people will not be able to find those two thieves?"

Feng Ling: "..."

Hissing——a basin of cold water was poured on Fengling's crazily growing anger, and the icy cold air rushed towards his face. Only a few wisps of green smoke remained from the anger just now, and Fengling was a little confused.

He coughed a few times, put his hands behind his back, threw the brutally dismembered leaves along with the night wind to destroy the corpse, and then smiled at Yuechen.

"I saw that the mage was frowning just now, but is there any difficulty? Just tell me if you have any difficulties, and Feng Ling deserves whatever the mage asks." Feng Ling said with a smile at the Xuantianzong meeting a few days ago. Say it again.

Hearing this, Yue Chen's eyes moved slightly, and he stared at the young man quietly.

The promise of the Young Master of the Wind Clan is of course a promise, and what he says will be done. Maybe it is really not polite for him to emphasize this sentence to himself.

The somewhat nervous Fengling who was watched inexplicably twisted his wrist unnaturally, trying to divert Yuechen's attention, cast his eyes randomly and said something casually, no matter what it is, just divert Yuechen's attention away!

He glanced at the scroll held in Yuechen's hand, a flash of inspiration flashed, and he opened his mouth and said, "How about the mage give me this scroll of Blood Night Styx for me to study?"

As soon as the words came out, the two had a meal at the same time.

Feng Ling's mind was suddenly awakened by lightning, and a flash of inspiration flashed, what a fart!Although the bald donkey didn't look at him anymore, he rushed to get the instrument of torture!

Yue Chen paused when he heard the words, and looked at Feng Ling who was still expressionless with some doubts, but he couldn't see that he was looking carefully, so he hesitated and handed out the scroll in his hand.

Seeing Yuechen stretching out his hand so straightforwardly, Feng Ling wanted to cry, but he couldn't say anything.As a last resort, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and reach out to take the scroll.

Just when his hairs were matted in the familiar and thick pain, and he was about to take a quick look and throw it back to shake off the hot potato, an angry shout came from a distance, and then several flashes of spiritual light shot towards them quickly.

"Those two thieves must be here! The abnormal sound I heard just now is in this direction!"

Like holding a thousand needles in his hand, he responded to what Yuechen said just now, "..."

The author has something to say:

Feng Ling: Yuechen, this bald donkey is a crow's mouth!

Moondust: Who invited this?

Risheng: Stop messing around, you deserve it!

It's been a busy Chinese New Year, and I'm still sick, but I've gotten better these two days, and I should be able to resume daily updates!Another chapter today!Hope you all enjoy watching!Bobobo