When Cang Ji kicked the door, Jing Lin was already awake, not only awake, but also soaked in hot water. Cang Ji reached the door and saw Jing Lin was smooth at a glance - no, it should be smooth but with a scarred back like broken porcelain lines. The undisguised wound lines formed a fluttering net, which caught Cang Ji off guard, as if a wolf and tiger slammed into it, and he couldn't even move his eyes away.
"...Isn't the door locked when bathing?" Cang Ji hugged his shoulders, turning a blind eye to the door latch he broke, and leaned against the door panel, as if he would be eaten by Jing Lin if he took a step.
Jinglin glanced at Cang Ji sideways, and the chin and the side of the neck traced a graceful arc. Cang Ji was a little jealous of the water droplets, they slammed Jing Lin one by two, letting the romantic elegance between his eyebrows be exposed in the bathtub.
"The latch is useless." Jing Lin closed his eyes for a moment and said, "What did you hear underneath?"
Cang Ji didn't answer, but instead asked, "Who put so many lines on your back?"
Jing Lin said, "No one."
Cang Ji sneered: "You've already been 'honest' to me, why do you need to hold on to the last bit of fig leaf. In this world, there is a degree of winning and losing, and under whose hands you have lost, what is there for you to do again and again? San's hiding. Even if you don't say it today, you will be able to hide it tomorrow?"
"It makes sense." Jing Lin said, "but what does it have to do with you."
"The relationship is not ordinary." Cang Ji said, "You sleep with me every day, and it would be too unsympathetic to forget you when you wake up."
"Isn't it good to be ignorant and ignorant?" Jing Lin seemed to laugh, but his face did not move.
Cang Ji wanted to answer when he saw him stand up from the water. The water drops splashed, and Jinglin carried him on his back, inviting clothes to wear. Cang Ji looked at the place where the clothes were covered with snow white, covering the scars faintly, like a mist. He never knew that Jing Lin looked so good-looking from the back, and all the amorous feelings that were killed by Jing Lin were hidden on his back, but just putting on a dress like this would pour out the soul-sucking meaning all over the room, making people no longer feel cold, It's hot, sweaty, and dry.
Cang Ji wanted to avoid his eyes, but felt that avoiding him was admitting defeat, so he kept watching Jing Lin get dressed. The clothes layered down the snow-white layers, but they still seemed to be seducing something. Cang Ji felt that it would be better to tear it apart. What are you wearing it for? He hasn't touched it yet.
"No one scratched my back, it just shattered." Jing Lin looked back, seeing Cang Ji as a great enemy, he was stunned, "What are you doing next to the door?"
"Playing." Cang Ji let go of his vicious thoughts, but his face was watertight, "Broken? Are you a porcelain master?"
Jing Lin said coldly: "Why, are you too?"
The two faced each other, Jing Lin was clearly shorter than him, but Cang Ji felt that he should be taller. He took a step closer indiscriminately, tilted his head and carefully looked at Jing Lin's neck, and even rubbed his eyes back and forth.
"No neck."
"Half broken." Jing Lin didn't want to stay on this issue any longer and said, "What news did you hear downstairs?"
Cang Ji raised his hands behind his back, stood in front of Jing Lin like a mountain, and said, "The news is not in vain."
"The mortal mansion will definitely start an investigation." Jinglin ignored him and said, "His girl is lost."
Cang Ji pulled out the stone villain in horror: "Did you tell him secretly!"
Jing Lin said indifferently: "Last night I saw footprints, but I didn't see the body, so I must have been taken away. This case has nothing to do with you and me, but it was weird last night, I'm afraid people with copper bells were involved, so... you stop ."
Cang Ji threw the little stone man he was carrying back on the bed, and fell on himself, resting his hands on his head and following Jing Lin's eyes, and said, "So you have to follow up. I also heard other news, if you want to know, please ask. I."
When Jinglin opened the door and was about to leave, Cang Ji stood up suddenly, tugged in the air, and pulled the person back with a Ying line. Jing Lin raised his wrist and saw that he had been tied with a ying thread at some point.
"I'm just asking you to beg me." Cang Ji sat with a golden knife and smiled, "Do you want me to teach you how to move your mouth?"
Jing Lin raised his wrist, and the line was tightly bound, obviously Cang Ji thought it out to tie him. Cang Ji clamped his long legs and stuck Jing Lin in front of him.
Cang Ji threatened: "Time waits for no one, don't ask me to wait for a long time."
Jinglin's lip line was tight.
Cang Ji looked up at him slightly: "You are so strange, are people so strange? I often can't tell whether you are cold or hot."
"Cold." Jing Lin said, "How can a dead person be hot."
"Don't lie to me." Cang Ji stared at Jing Lin, his lips overflowing with evil energy, he pressed his lips against Jing Lin's wrist, and slid down to Jing Lin's palm, "It's so hot, you're sweating."
He closed his eyes halfway, sinking in Jinglin's palm, like a tiger beast sniffing roses, and like a stagnant and straightforward deer. If innocence can go hand-in-hand with evil, most of it will be the color of elegance on this face. Jinglin's fingertips shrank, Cang Ji didn't notice it, just raised his eyes, and stopped in his palm like this, there is a posture that he won't let go if Jinglin doesn't speak, as if bullying Jinglin, making Jinglin embarrassed, and making Jinglin angry, Make him feel happy. This koi found a seductive pleasure in addition to devouring it.
Jing Lin finally compromised, his alienation was no match for such a single shot, so he said in a low voice: "Please - is this?"
Cang Ji released his hand happily and said, "It's easy to say."
It was only said that Cang Ji was about to tell Jing Lin the details, when he heard the window being swept away by the blizzard, and the whistling wind rang in his ears.
Cang Ji and Jing Lin acted together tacitly, he fell on his back, with Jing Lin between his legs. A magic wand swung between the two of them with suffocation, and the tables and chairs in the room shattered.
"It's great." Cang Ji lay down and smirked, only looking at Jing Lin, and said, "It's no wonder I, someone is coming to spoil the fun, so I'll leave the rest for a while."
Unexpectedly, Jinglin bent his knees against the inside of his thigh, and his entire upper body was full of arms. Cang Ji refused to come, but just tightened his legs slightly. The moment Jinglin fell into his arms, the wind and snow had already rushed in, and the room was filled with white flakes.
Cang Ji heard the man at the window smiling and saying, "This is polite, this old man is a drunken mountain monk in the Nine Heavens Realm Chasing Soul Prison. Who cut off my brother Huang Quan's work last night? This old man is here to ask for advice."
As the voice fell, Cang Ji felt that the roof of the inner room was suddenly pressed down, the scene in front of him was shortened, and the space around him was reduced crazily. With a smash of the magic wand, a faint blue wave was set off for several miles around. Countless monsters covered their faces with mourning, but they were almost revealed in this light smash.
Where is this from Huang Quan? It is clearly the titled god of the Nine Heavens Realm!
Cang Ji Linghai was shocked, if Jing Lin hadn't taken a step to block his chest, he would have choked blood and broken his shape in this smash. But even so, he seemed to have been whipped in the spine, and his whole body was in severe pain.
Jing Lin didn't count it, he could avoid Hai Jiao Zongyin, but he couldn't escape the Drunk Mountain Monk. Even if Cang Ji ate him at this moment, he couldn't hold back the Drunk Mountain Monk!
Cang Ji raised his fingers to cover up the blood, got up and withdrew. But the timing was wrong, how could Wuzhishan escape easily? Cang Ji just got up, and a scrawny old monk Dai Li leaned over from the window and shook his head.
"Is that you? Don't go, don't go, play with the old man!"
This old monk is none other than the Drunk Mountain Monk in Soul Chasing Prison. This person went through nine hundred years of transit and flew into the country. He was known as the "Drunken Mountain" because of his good wine and madness. Many years ago, he broke his hair due to love and bowed before the Brahma altar Buddha, but because of the unfinished world, he has never really converted to Buddhism. When Jinglin was still Lord Linsong, he had several encounters with him, but I don't know what happened to him in the past five hundred years, and he became so old-fashioned.
The drunk mountain monk blocked the window with a stick, crossed his body to block the road, and caught Cang Ji with his hands. Cang Ji slipped to avoid dodging, and the drunk mountain monk laughed: "Slippery or not, it really is a koi!"
He saw through Cang Ji's original body at a glance, and then looked in again, seeing Jing Lin shaking his legs anxiously, scratching the back of his neck, and shouting: "But what are you? People are not like people, ghosts are not like people, cover up It's gotta be tough!"
Jinglin held Cang Ji's shoulders and faced the Drunk Mountain Monk. Just to say that in this one press, Cang Ji noticed that not only his face had changed, but his temperament had also changed sharply.
"What am I." Jing Lin said, "Can't you see it?"
The drunk mountain monk was very drunk, and his eyes were cloudy. His eyes lingered on Jing Lin's face: "I don't know, who cares you!"
The palm wind suddenly hit the face, Jing Lin swayed to dodge, and walked calmly with a few steps. Drunk Mountain Monk's eyes flickered, and he sat up straight with a "Huh?" The magic wand could not be moved easily, so he could only let his palms chase Jing Lin as if he were playing, but found that Jing Lin was far more difficult to catch than Cang Ji. The Drunk Mountain Monk couldn't catch people, and he couldn't even catch the corners of his clothes.
"Who are you?" The drunk mountain monk suddenly turned his hand and pushed, but when he heard the wind, he cut the corner of Jinglin's robe through the road.
"What kind of hero is it?" The Drunk Mountain Monk put his magic wand back on the ground and opened his stance with his bare hands, "Your movement is mysterious and strange, and this old man has played against you!"
The voice of the drunk mountain monk still exists, and Jing Lin has already deceived himself. The collision between the hatchbacks broke out indoors like a hurricane, and the tables, chairs and benches shattered together. Although Jinglin was weak in Linghai, he was very skilled and ruthless, and this feeling restored his spirits. The Drunk Mountain Monk slanted to block, and his arm was caught and twisted with a "click". His physique was thin, but he couldn't move at all. Instead, he approached and punched out brazenly. This was as fast as a gust of wind. I thought it would make Jing Lin retreat, but Jing Lin flipped his wrist flexibly and turned the fist of the drunk mountain monk away. The monk slammed to the ground. Jinglin brushed the pendulum, and the movements were done in one go, flowing like clouds and water.
The Drunk Mountain Monk lay down for a few moments before standing up. He stomped on the ground, shaking violently around him, his wand tinkling and twirling.
"Who are you." The drunk mountain monk moved his true body, covered the stick with his hand, and asked again, "The only person in the sky who can hold me down is Xie Gejun, who are you, and you still don't show your face!"
The golden light of the magic wand rose sharply, and the monsters in a radius of several kilometers suddenly fled in a hurry like a frightened ape escaped a rabbit. Jinglin was not under coercion, but was caught in the fierce counterattack of the drunk mountain monk. The drunk mountain monk rolled the snow with his golden stick, and all of a sudden, every move and action seemed to be pressing the top of Mount Tai, and it was impossible to pick up. Jinglin's Linghai is not as good as it is, and he can still do it with ease by means of moves alone.
"There must be a conspiracy to be sneaky! What kind of demon are you!"
Jing Lin's face was calm: "How, are you afraid?"
The Zuishan monk touched the magic wand with his feet, and the long staff turned in his palm, and it was a stick when facing Jinglin!
"Wait until the old man smashes this skin bag to find out!"
The magic wand was wrapped in gold, and when it fell, the sound of the wind tore it apart, and everything was covered with waves. If it hits this time, Jing Lin is afraid that it will be broken again! At this dangerous moment, Drunk Mountain Monk's wrist sank, and his whole body was pulled back by Juli. He was just negligent for a moment, and when he met Jing Lin in front of him, he flipped it with one hand, and the snow turned into a sword, and swept towards his throat decisively.
The drunk mountain monk immediately leaned back, and Jinglin's sword swept in front of his throat. He had seen the gods of the Nine Heavens, but he was also embarrassed by the power of this moment. However, in the next moment, the sword turned into flying snow and scattered, Jinglin kicked with a kick, and the drunk mountain monk smashed into pieces and overturned on the wall.
Jing Lin's breath was slightly wrong, and with a movement of his wrist, Cang Ji was dragged into his arms. The Drunk Mountain Monk had already jumped up and was furious: "Okay! The old man wants to see who you are today!"
Cang Ji was dazzled by the golden light, and Jing Lin's cold hand had already patted the side of his neck, and said in a hoarse voice, "Run!"
Cang Ji hugged the person and rolled over, the door had already broken open, and the two of them fell down the stairs together. Cang Ji touched Jing Lin's trembling hands, wrapped it around his neck, and jumped out without thinking. But the Drunk Mountain Monk snorted coldly, and the golden light waved, pushing towards the two of them like waves. Cang Ji stepped on the threshold and jumped up.
The drunk mountain monk said: "Don't run, don't run, the old man has to play!"
The wind roared between the words, and the magic wand was thrown violently. The entire world was divided into two parts by a blizzard, and even the wind had to give way to the magic wand, and it chased behind Cang Ji as easily as a sharp arrow. Cang Ji tried his best to jump up, but he couldn't resist its approach no matter what. The back is cold and bone-chilling, and the pressure is so strong that the blood all over his body will stop at this moment.
The golden light exploded, and the snowy night was exceptionally bright. Thousands of miles of snow waves roared and rolled, and the monsters in the town screamed in pain. Jinglin rolled over, slammed Cang Ji's head down, and then slammed his magic wand on his back, Cang Ji's arms sank, and the two were smashed into the snow in the raging strong wind. Hot blood splattered on his cheeks, dripping from Jing Lin's chest. He hit the ground with severe pain, and grabbed Jing Lin who was slipping.
As far as the palm of the hand, blood dripping.