All those who have the cultivation base are born in the sea of spirits. The sea of spirit may be turbulent, or it may be quiet and calm, all of which show the temperament of practitioners. Therefore, the spiritual energy of the drunk mountain monk is rushing and rushing in Cang Ji's body, which is in response to the thunderbolt fire of the drunk mountain monk.
When Jinglin didn't wake up, Cang Ji was not sure. The aura of the Drunk Mountain Monk was like a fishbone stuck in his throat, so he couldn't dissolve himself. The sea of lings was agitated, causing Cang Ji's brows to wrinkle tightly. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, unable to stretch his legs, so he had to curl up in grievances. The man's eyes turned blue, leaning on the back of the chair and staring at Jing Lin.
Hua Di invited a doctor to come last night, but how can an ordinary doctor have insight into Jing Lin's injury? It's just a rough bandage to clean up the wound. Early this morning, Cang Ji felt that Jing Lin was actually hot.
Cang Ji pushed aside Jing Lin's hair with two fingers, and saw that Jing Lin's temples were wet and soaked with sweat. He touched Jing Lin's auricle with the pulp of his finger, and then smoothed it to the side of Jing Lin's neck, and finally felt the smoothness. Cang Ji's fingers stayed here for a long time, his face darkened.
He just needs to use a little more strength to make Jing Lin die. As soon as Jing Lin died, he would be able to tear apart the ice-carved skin to see how deep and unfathomable Jing Lin's heart was.
"Are you a human or a ghost?" Cang Ji said in a low voice, "They praised you so much, but are they just tricking me?"
His voice became lower and lower, his fingertips touched Jing Lin's flesh and lightly scratched red marks. The red marks were looming under his fingertips, and slowly stretched along Jinglin's white neck, like a string, tying the Jinglin sleeve to his applause.
Hua Di squeezed into the door, and her slender hands stained with Kodan were carrying a colorful fat bird. She looked at the bed while unbuttoning her coat.
"If you can't wake up for a while, don't stick to it. Good brother, the house is so big, you don't have to keep your eyes on it, and he can't run away." Hua Di picked up the purse with her index finger and shook it in the air, happy and happy. He said proudly, "Those stingy scumbags in the pharmacy! But I made a lot of effort to talk about the price, and I also bought a chicken on the way, and stewed it at night to make up for it."
Cang Ji tilted his head drowsily, and before he could thank him, he met the colorful "chicken" eyes. The chicken was also startled, and then kicked its claws angrily, furious.
"You despicable and shameless idiots!" Ah Yi hiccupped in anger, "It made the young master so miserable!"
A Yiben was sold by thieves. At first, because of the rare coat color, it attracted onlookers, but after a few days, the novelty disappeared, and no one came to buy it. He was also picky about what to eat, and he looked sullen all day long. He was afraid that he would not be able to support him, so he hurriedly sold it with the pheasants. Poor Ah Yi, a dignified little colorful bird, was almost bald by a pheasant in the cage. Ah Yi's tears were like a torrential rain, he fluttered his wings while crying, looking up and wishing to drown the people in this room.
Cang Ji stood up abruptly, picked up A Yi, and smiled at Hua Di: "How dare you trouble my sister with such rude chores? I'll come."
Ah Yi's neck froze, and he immediately turned into a quail-like shape. He even insisted: "I'm not afraid of you! You really dare to kill Grandpa!"
Cang Ji carried A Yi with a knife and went out the door. There was no one in the deep alley, and Dong Han was condensed by the eaves. He threw Ah Yi on the ground, squatted against the wall, and without waiting for Ah Yi to speak, he stabbed the knife next to Ah Yi's claw. The blade was close to Ah Yi's claws, and his body trembled.
Ah Yi said, "You can't even think of me bowing your head on the neck of the knife holder!"
"Call your elder sister here." Cang Ji said.
"My sister is what you want to see? I can still think about letting Jing Lin say this, why do you?"
"You only have two purposes today." Cang Ji said, "I'll call you sister and kill the stew."
Ah Yi wanted to say something rude, but saw Cang Ji's eyes gloomy. He shuddered involuntarily under this coercion, and cautiously retracted his running claws.
"You beg... You, what do you want to see my sister for? You have to give me a reason!"
"Jinglin is in a drowsiness." Cang Ji's voice paused.
Ah Yi saw that his complexion was getting darker, as if he was pressing down. After a while, he said, "I want your sister."
"Sick seedlings don't have to sleep every three days, what's so strange." Ah Yi pondered, "Oh, I see. You must have encountered a drunken mountain monk. I said why the commotion was so big the night before. How? When he saw Jinglin, he must have been frightened. Since he has seen it, why don't you run with Jinglin? No, if Jiutianjing knew that Jinglin was still alive, you wouldn't be able to run. It's useless to call me sister. But I didn't see the Division Division's movements, so I must have not recognized it. What, is Jinglin injured?"
Cang Ji's heart moved: "Has your elder sister mentioned anything?"
Ah Yi said, "You can call me Sister A if you want, but you have to tell my sister and ask her to solve my original form!"
Cang Ji pulled back the knife gently: "It's easy to say."
Jinglin is like a deep sea, and his body turns into a fluorescent star, disappearing in a hopeless sea of blood. His mind was moved by the copper bell, and he gradually left his original position and drifted into the hazy light. He seemed to have seen someone, running playfully with the copper bells swaying, his jet-black pigtails fluttering and flying, finally revealing a pair of sincere and pure eyes from the mist.
Who is this
Jinglin didn't recognize it or saw it, and he was about to take a closer look when he heard the people behind him calling "Ninth Brother" softly. His spiritual sea fluctuated, and the vast spiritual energy quickly reunited, pulling back his wandering thoughts.
Jing Lin suddenly opened his eyes and realized that he was lying on a strange pillow. He reset his mind, took a moment to recover his spirits, and remembered things.
"Ninth brother." Fu Li turned into a little colorful bird, beating beside the pillow, "It's dangerous! If you didn't close your mind and spirit at the critical moment, I'm afraid he won't be able to wait for me to come with his stick."
Jing Lin stood up: "What did you feed me?"
Fu Li said: "The ginseng tree fruit is the best for nourishing the spirit sea, so I brought some here."
No wonder Jing Lin felt that the spiritual sea was abundant.
Fuli added: "I saw that the fish swallowed the aura of the Drunk Mountain Monk and didn't melt, so I gave him one, but I didn't know how much he could dissolve. It is a blessing in disguise.”
Seeing Cang Ji close his eyes, Jing Lin knew that he was melting. So he put on his clothes and said: "The drunk mountain monk has ordered the soul-chasing prison, and everything will go down to the realm. What happened in the sky?"
Fu Li's eyes sank, Hua Di was sleeping soundly on the couch, and there were no outsiders around, she said: "Don't dare to deceive Jiu Ge, it was dispatched by Chengtianjun. Recently, the flow of Lijin is against Huangquan, and Huangquan is afraid of evil, and King Yan truthfully reported to Jiutian. The situation. Cheng Tianjun sent the drunk mountain monk down, who would have met the ninth brother! The drunk mountain monk is both righteous and evil, and he has fought with the ninth brother, I am afraid of him... "
She was talking when she suddenly saw Jing Lin put a finger on her lips, she stopped her voice unconsciously, and followed Jing Lin's eyes. Cang Ji opened one eye and smiled.
"Can't I hear it?" He raised his hand to support his head, and looked at Jing Lin with a very deceptive look, "You and I have walked in front of the door of life and death, you can't kiss again, and you can't kiss again. Do you need to hide from me?"
"Children are naive." Jing Lin said, "I'm afraid to scare you."
"What am I afraid of?" Cang Ji said, "Isn't it all protected by you."
"I can carry the first stick, but I can't carry the second one." Jinglin's blouse was not tied, and he raised his hand to fasten the lining button, "How does the aura of the drunk mountain monk taste?"
"The flavor is not good." Cang Ji was finally able to stretch his legs in situ, he nestled lazily in the chair, as if relieved, "It's a thousand miles away from you."
Fu Li jumped: "Shuzi is frivolous!"
Cang Ji was nourished by the fruit of the ginseng tree, and melted the spiritual energy of the drunk mountain monk. At this moment, he was full of energy and the sea of spirits was overflowing. Sister, I always tell the truth." Then he put on a stern expression, "Thank you for your friendship with my sister."
Jinglin had dressed properly and said, "Hui An eagle eye is so good, it's inconvenient for you to stay here."
Fu Li said: "Even if I am a clone, I am better than this fish. Brother Jiu, the Drunk Mountain Monk is here, I am afraid that he will notice the clues, so it is better to leave with me."
"It's too late to leave." Jing Lin turned to look out the window, "Besides, I have something to do."
Fuli couldn't persuade him, so he had to keep quiet. When she took Ah Yi to leave, she heard Ah Yi ask: "I remember he often took a stone man when he went out, Sister, what is the origin of the stone?"
Fu Li was still uneasy, looked back again, and replied casually, "What stone, that's just the doppelganger of Brother Nine."
As soon as Ah Yi heard this, he immediately blurted out: "What!"
As soon as Fu Li left, the atmosphere in the inner room was still subtle. Cang Ji only sat on the reclining, he was tall and big, stuck in the corner, but instead gave birth to a tendency to occupy.
Jing Lin was stared at by him for a moment, and said calmly: "Don't recognize it?"
"You know that I will eat you." Cang Ji asked straight, "Why do you want to block for me?"
Jinglin looked back at him for a while and said, "The interest is here."
"You are hesitant in your mouth, but you act decisively and neatly." Cang Ji stood up, supported the bedpost, and said cynically, "I won't show mercy when you treat me like this. Jinglin, I will put you in the In my heart, I know that you want to die, but when you should die, that's what I can say."
"Just right." Jinglin fastened his neckline, put on his coat, and said, "My worst four words are 'life and death are up to the sky', and now it's up to you, then life and death are up to you." He got up, He didn't touch Cang Ji, but only took a step closer, "—I left a mark on my neck, why, it's the last step, but you can't take it anymore?"
Cang Ji's smile disappeared, and his sharp and cold things showed in his eyes. At this moment, his disguise turned into a cloud, revealing the ruthlessness of monsters. In his mouth, he said softly: "Yeah, I turned my heart around for a while and felt that the friendship between you and me has not ended, and it should be more profound. I will be a human being soon, where would I be willing to leave you and go alone?" Then Cang Ji whispered to Jinglin: "I'm afraid you don't understand. You stay with me alive. Even if you die, you have to die in my stomach. If you keep me, there is no reason to throw it away."
Jing Lin turned out a paper fan with empty hands, pushed Cang Ji's chest away, and said, "We still have things to do before I die."
Cang Ji obeyed like a stream, raised his hand and backed away, and said, "Where are you going?"
Jinglin said, "Go to the place where the dead are."
As soon as his voice fell, he turned into a frivolous young man who raised his eyes, closed the fan, and tapped it on Cang Ji's chin.
"Excuse me." The young master said with a pair of smiling peach blossom eyes, but said expressionlessly, "I'm sorry for a moment."
Cang Ji didn't have time to respond, so he made a "bang" and turned into a palm-sized person. He climbed onto Jinglin's shoulder and hid it in Jinglin's hair. When he was about to set off, he suddenly said to Jinglin's ear: "Wait, where is the stone?"
Jinglin didn't answer, but the sleeves were rustling, and the head of the stone villain came out. It blinked its small eyes at Cang Ji and shrank back.
Cang Ji slid down his sleeves and followed suit. He rolled and threw himself at the little stone man, and the little stone man was "thumped" and pressed down, knocking his head.
"I've been looking for you for many days, but you're hiding in his sleeve." Cang Ji grabbed the little stone man's grass crown, "Isn't it good to follow me? What are you doing with him? Does he take you to play?"
The stone man buried his head in a fluttering struggle.
Cang Ji sat down on its back and said, "You have no conscience!"