The north wind was chaotic with snow, and the gray and white covered the night.
How can it be so painful.
Cang Ji tightened his fingers, and the flesh on Jing Lin's back was blurred. He got up in a muffled voice, turned over Jing Lin's face, and wiped Jing Lin's cheek with his bloody thumb. Just now, Jing Lin was still shaking, but now only he is shaking, and he understands that sometimes he can't control such shaking when he becomes a human.
Cang Ji bit his teeth, and his eyes were red with hatred. He should be happy and swallow the flesh and blood into his stomach, but he doesn't know why, at this moment he just wants to bite the throat of the drunk mountain monk.
The magic wand fell back into the master's hand, and the drunken mountain monk took off his hat early, revealing his head covered with a layer of green leather. He originally described it as withered, but now he shows the appearance of youth. The Drunk Mountain Monk approached with a stick, all his laughter was hidden. The snow fell on his tattered clothes, and the brown cassock was old and white, and it seemed to be stolen from him.
"You are just a fish in the beginning of chaos. Even if you go astray at this moment, there is still a way to return to the Tao. It is not surprising that this person is strange, and it is not surprising that he uses some heresy and slurs to confuse your heart." I'll end him, and I'll have your own way of life."
He described a change, and he didn't even call him "old". Those eyes were still cloudy, out of tune with his face at this time. His drunken state also disappeared, as if he was just an illusion, and now it is the Drunk Mountain Monk.
The drunk mountain monk took Cang Ji's cultivation in his heart. If Jing Lin still has a place for him to look down on, then Cang Ji is not worth mentioning at all. He only needs to move his fingers to wipe the koi carp clean. . But he thought he was not a murderer, so he refused to kill Cang Ji again.
Cang Ji didn't answer, and when the drunk mountain monk saw that he had no remorse, he couldn't help but urge him to step aside. Cang Ji wolf jumped up, and his strong and long body was like a sharp blade of flying flies towards the drunk mountain monk.
The drunk mountain monk reprimanded: "Beyond one's own capabilities!"
Cang Ji broke through the snow barrier and grabbed the left shoulder of the drunk mountain monk. The Drunk Mountain Monk was as settled as a rock, his shoulders shrank, and he shook back with his bare hands. Cang Ji's five fingers were tense, and he couldn't retreat from the move, and he retreated a few steps against the Drunk Mountain Monk by brute force. How could Drunk Mountain Monk expect him to play in such a stubborn manner, with a look of disregarding his life, and immediately retreated quickly.
The broken snow was flying, and the ground was swayed by a fine mist of snow debris. Drunk Mountain Monk's arms were banging, banging, and banging. He had never seen such a desperate entanglement, but he unexpectedly encountered such a difficult situation today! He was unwilling to kill people at every turn, so he let him go again and again. Cang Ji's shoulders, arms, and neck were all scaly, and the Drunk Mountain Monk's fist felt indestructible and difficult to penetrate.
After the drunk mountain monk kicked, he stabilized his body, and suddenly turned around and lifted one knee. Cang Ji resisted with his arms, but his internal organs were still shaken, and his whole body was sore. Jing Lin's blood melted in his mouth, and the fire in Cang Ji became more and more intense, with some undead posture.
damn it!
Cang Ji tasted his own blood, his teeth were not loose, and he suddenly slammed his head into the forehead of the drunk mountain monk, even the drunk mountain monk had never seen such a rogue move! Immediately, his eyes flashed, and Cang Ji was pushed into the snow. Cang Ji punched the Zuishan monk on the cheek, pressing his neck tightly. The drunk mountain monk lifted his legs decisively, bent his knees and hit Cang Ji's back. Cang Ji seemed to be under pressure, but he refused to let go.
The drunk mountain monk had difficulty breathing and slapped the ground with his palm. The magic wand turned and flew obliquely, Cang Ji stepped forward and pressed down his palm, the whole person was like a hungry wolf. The magic wand fell to the ground, and the face of the drunk mountain monk gradually turned blue.
"Back to... Back to... the shore." The Drunk Mountain Monk gritted his teeth angrily, "Otherwise I..."
Cang Ji was breathing rapidly, his fingers tightened.
The Drunk Mountain Monk stroked his fingers in the snow, drawing a messy spell formation. Frost and snow suddenly stagnated, followed by the rolling clouds overhead, and suddenly fell to an upside-down fairy mountain. The tornado from the Xianshan Mountain crashed at a rapid rate, suddenly breaking into a giant shadow in mid-air, and throwing its fist towards Cang Ji. But it was already too late, the drunk mountain monk saw the giant shadow approaching, but the pain was leaking from his arm. He screamed in pain, and the place where he was torn apart burst out with spiritual energy, and unexpectedly rushed towards Cang Ji uncontrollably.
The Drunk Mountain Monk had never tasted the spiritual energy before the monster, and for a while, his whole body shivered, and the spiritual sea overflowed incessantly. He shook himself off the restraint, killing intent.
This monster is so evil! Don't keep it, there will be chaos in the future!
The sky water splashed in the Division of Boundaries, and the god in charge of the temple suddenly said: "Drunk Mountain Monk, stay!"
The giant shadow smashed the box and broke the enchantment of the town, and the dim light shattered, followed by the collapse of the houses and the collapse of the market. Regardless of the shemale, they are all hugging their heads. Drunk Mountain Monk's illusory and hypocritical appearance can hide the sky, and with a punch, I'm afraid that the town will be wiped out within a short time.
A white shadow appeared in the air, holding a single hand, the man's long hair fluttered, his robe fluttered, and a single shadow greeted the false appearance of the Drunk Mountain Monk. The gigantic fist stuck to his palm, instantly turning into shattered light and drifting away.
Hui An's eyes covered the white ling, and she said in a deep voice, "Drunk Mountain Monk, don't hurt anyone."
But he saw the drunk mountain monk lying in the snow, his arm soaked in blood.
"You're preventing me from doing good things again!" The drunk mountain monk touched his head in the snow, knocked heavily a few times, and scolded, "I've been careless and missed!"
Hui An fell on his side, reaching out to help. The drunk mountain monk slapped his hands away, grabbed the front of Hui Yan's clothes, and jumped like thunder: "Come on! This son can't be kept! You and I are on the line between life and death, it's tonight!"
The bridge of Hui'an's nose exposed under the white ling was straight, he raised his hand and put it lightly in front of him, the white ling slipped and opened a pair of sharp eagle eyes.
Cang Ji struggled to knock open the courtyard door, but the door panel didn't hold. He rolled in with Jing Lin in his arms, laying in the snow and panting in pain. The spiritual energy he ate was not as sweet and gentle as Jinglin, but it was piercingly cold.
Cang Ji finally felt cold, he touched Jing Lin's back, the blood had condensed into ice. He bowed his head and grabbed the back of Jing Lin, pulling the person into his arms.
"Jinglin." Cang Ji called into his ear, "Jinglin."
Jinglin's brows were dead, Cang Ji dragged him and moved to the corner of the wall. The spiritual energy of the Drunk Mountain Monk was still in chaos, causing Cang Ji's hands and feet to tremble. He pressed his forehead against Jing Lin's temples and licked the blood off Jing Lin's cheeks. The cold sweetness turned into a handful of hot springs, and a gentle warmth bubbled out from Cang Ji's throat, which made him tremble and calmed down, and gradually suppressed the drunken mountain monk's stream. However, Cang Ji couldn't see it, the fish in his spirit sea had changed, and the shape was slightly different from before, but it was not obvious.
Cang Ji regained some strength, and had to find a place to support him immediately. He knew very well that the Drunk Mountain Monks would not let them go easily, and Hui An here would also make strict inspections.
Cang Ji looked around, it was a simple and narrow courtyard. He closed the courtyard door with his feet, but did not stop here, but picked up Jing Lin and turned over to the roof with one hand, and groped for the darker alley against the night. He fell silently into the low alley, along the wall and into it.
A low door was fastened tightly, Cang Ji listened to it, but when no one was seen, he slammed it open with gravity. The residual heat in the inner room is like a wave covering the face, driving the cold and simmering the body. He reached the door, and among the stumbling debris, turned Jinglin on the bed.
The room is small, but the dressing box is full. The makeup mirror was wiped clean, and the thin shirts and gauze overflowing in the display cabinets were mostly gaudy colors. The small stove is still warm, with a jug of wine.
Cang Ji lay down next to Jing Lin, looking at Jing Lin's lips turning white. He covered his fingers and wiped it a few times, his face gradually overflowing with a fierce color, and he wiped it more forcefully. After wiping some ruddy, he stopped and hugged Jing Lin into his chest, avoiding the wound.
He held Jing Lin like this, as if he could warm Jing Lin back and wake up.
Hua Di was so cold that she wrapped her velvet jacket and stumbled to the door, wanting to take a break. She was still dirty, the smell of alcohol was soaring, and her heart became dirty water, so disgusting that she almost vomited. But who knew that she was just relying on it, and people poured into it.
"Which dog stole the old lady..." She scolded and got up, propped up on the dresser, pinched her waist to continue scolding, but stopped abruptly and said embarrassingly, "...The dog is still sleeping on the old lady's bed. "
Hua Di turned her head and raised her voice, screaming, "Catch the thief!"
Before the voice came out, Cang Ji quickly covered her mouth with his eyes and hands, closed the door with one foot, and brought the woman back. Hua Di struggled like a quail, feeling that Cang Ji's arm strength was terrifying, and she would have to see the King of Hell if she tightened it a bit more.
Cang Ji said in a low voice, "Let's negotiate? It's easy to talk about money, how about borrowing for a few days."
Hua Di opened her mouth and said, "That's nice! You're hiding from the enemy, right? Ah, if someone cuts in front of the old lady's door, who should I cry to?!"
Cang Ji loosened her arm and finally let Hua Di fall to the ground. Hua Di crawled to the other side, grabbed the hairpin tightly and stepped back quickly, rubbing her neck for breath.
Cang Ji squatted down, the fierceness in his eyes was completely wiped away, and there were only traces of embarrassment and hesitation, and this face looked like a young man.
He looked earnestly and begged for mercy: "Sister, can you give me a way to live?"
Hua Di is not easy to be fooled, so she doesn't let go: "My dear brother, we are also a class of women, and we are just going to eat some food at the threshold of the three-in-law. There is no reason to embarrass me, right?" She raised her head, "Turn right outside the door. A few steps away, you will live in the ready-made inn."
The lines on Cang Ji's face eased back, and the end of his eyebrows turned into a distressed worry. He nodded on the bed, and it took a long while to spit out the words on the tip of his tongue: "Help me."
If he said some rhetoric, Hua Di would definitely not believe it, but he seemed to be sympathetic but didn't say anything, which really moved Hua Di's heart of sympathy. It's not that Hua Di has no children at this age, but as she said herself, who would dare to give birth to a child to collect debts for a woman who is under the threshold of sloppy food? Even my father doesn't know which one it is.
Cang Ji was clear at a glance, and even the details of the young man's anxiety were imitated vividly. Because of this face, he seemed neither incompatible nor strange.
Hua Di retreated slightly, still sitting still, but looked at the bed: "Brothers?"
Cang Ji looked embarrassed and had words of suffering. Hua Di has a lot of knowledge, so she raised her eyebrows slightly, and said with understanding: "Is there something I can't say, isn't it just a broken sleeve? Go up and secretly have a good mouth, and everyone pretends to be like a dog. ." She put back the hairpin, pinched her waist and stood up pretentiously, "You were kicked out of the house, right?"
Cang Ji didn't know what "broken sleeve" was, but he was used to putting on airs, so he didn't show his face, just nodded in response.
Hua Di looked at the quilt and suddenly changed color: "Why is there so much blood!" She lifted her finger, and she was stunned, "It hurts so badly, if you don't ask the doctor, you will die!"
Cang Ji's chest choked, and his eyebrows twitched.