Jing Lin's wet hair stretched out, his lips were bitten to pieces, but he was licked to the point of bleeding. The whole face looked even more pale, and he was really not as embarrassed as Lin Songjun. Dongjun's words did not move him, because it was expected that Dongjun was just frightening him.
Dong Jun was smashed to a solid, and his clothes were wrinkled like ripples. Seeing Cang Ji hearing the sound, he immediately pushed a palm between Cang Ji's arms and saw Cang Ji fall back. He was blindfolded by Jing Lin, and only a pair of ears could tell the direction. He flashed away when he landed, and before the drunk mountain monk got off his stick, he jumped out a few miles with Jing Lin.
"Not a human being, not a demon." Cang Ji's body was hot, full of aura, and he was impatiently seeking an exit. Holding his breath, he ran and asked, "Then what the hell is he!"
Jing Lin slipped on Cang Ji's back and was dragged back and picked up by Cang Ji. He sunk his head beside Cang Ji's neck and said drowsily, "He was originally one of the blood sea demons."
"Evil?" Cang Ji jumped into the mountains and couldn't help raising his voice, "He's a demon!"
"The truth is the original." Jinglin's lips were stinging, and he let go of his hand and said, "This is the reason why you will be scared away."
Because of this, when the father of the emperor established Dongjun that day, the three realms were still surging.
Jing Lin's voice fell, and the wind tightened behind his head. He supported on Cang Ji's shoulders, and suddenly let go of his arms, turned over and slid down, Cang Ji stepped on the stone and firmly caught Jing Lin's figure. The two went for a spin, and they were already forced to the side of the steep mountain. The Drunk Mountain Monk descended from the sky, his magic wand hit the ground, the mountain collapsed suddenly, Cang Ji slid, and fell down holding Jing Lin.
The drunk mountain monk wanted to chase again, but saw that the mountain root was rising to the ground, and the broken part was firmly blocked.
"You can't take care of yourself, and you have to protect others." The drunk mountain monk smashed his staff.
The roots and vines of the mountain gods are entangled, the soil in the mountains disintegrates, and it flows like water. As if he couldn't understand the words of the drunk mountain monk, he bundled the mud balls that trapped Jinglin and the two of them into zongzi and stuffed them under him. The rattan caught them, as if they were eaten.
Drunk Mountain monk frowned, but he did not take action as he said. He looked back and whistled in place: "You come out!"
Dongjun poked his head out: "What do you do?"
"I asked you to help me get people!" said the drunk mountain monk, "but you let them go."
"When did you ask me to help you? You clearly asked me to investigate. I did investigate. I even put up with the illusion. Not only did you not praise me, but you also blamed me." Dong Jun was so wronged.
"This fish is already afraid of your true appearance. If you are willing to do it, don't say run, he won't be able to walk away even with one step!" The drunk mountain monk was so angry that he wished he could hit him with a stick.
"Will he say anything when he is caught?" Dongjun asked again, "Do you think you and I can solve it when you catch him?"
The magic wand suddenly pointed at the tip of Dongjun's nose, and the drunk mountain monk glared angrily: "You said 'I understand', what did you understand!"
Under the intimidation of the magic wand, Dongjun raised one palm and said honestly, "I don't understand anything, I'm just fooling him." Seeing the change in the face of the drunk mountain monk, he added, "I seem to understand now."
The Drunk Mountain Monk said, "Do you understand or not!"
"Understood." Dongjun said, "Even though his answers are eloquent, and it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false, there is something strange about him. No matter who he is, he should not be so weak. You see him repeatedly in danger, all relying on that. It's really strange that Yu was rescued. If he was Jinglin, he would have to enter the realm of Dacheng before he could escape from death. Since he was in the realm of Dacheng, how could he be chased by you and me? There are some who act lightly, don't show their true face, and deliberately pretend to be. It's just."
"only?"
Dongjun said, "It's weird to call him brother."
"No gossip! What's going on now?" The Drunk Mountain Monk looked at the mountain god, "I can't get rid of it if I can't kill him, so why should I keep him here?"
"Aren't you clamoring to take him back? I was just about to see how you took him." Dong Jun said, "The mountains here are all his body, and you have to carry them all to the Soul Chasing Prison. live'."
Even if he is a drunken mountain monk, he cannot carry the mountain to the sky.
"I think of his kindness as a child, and it is considered to be a demon, so I will seek forgiveness for him. But if you indulge this and ignore it, I am afraid that there will be troubles in the future. In this case, it is better to let him pass." Jun said.
"You want to turn him into a god?" The Drunk Mountain Monk was stunned, "Don't be joking! You and I have to report to the Nine Heavens first, and it's up to you..."
Dongjun said casually: "I'll go back and tell him that, it's just a god in charge, it doesn't matter."
The drunk mountain monk seemed to hesitate, he endured for a moment, leaned close to Dongjun's ear, and whispered: "If you kill first and then play, the king will definitely not be happy."
Dong Jun also whispered: "When have you been happy to see him? It's okay, my brother."
The drunk mountain monk saw that Dongjun insisted, and finally stopped talking. It's just that he was circled twice, and he forgot to ask the two people who were swallowed by the mountain god how to deal with it. When I look back, I can't find the shadow of Dong Jun, nor the trace of Jing Lin.
Dong Jun laughed and coaxed him into dizziness, but the hand that had patted Cang Ji was always behind his back. The Drunk Mountain Monk did not know that half of his bones were exposed in his hand, and the flesh was melted by scalding.
Jing Lin helped the ground to slow down, and Cang Ji on the side had shrunk into a ball, turning into a tailed koi. He swallowed too much in one mouthful, and was oppressed by Dongjun's fierce appearance, which made his body difficult to maintain and needed to change back to its original shape and slowly dissolve. Jinglin fell to the side, heard the sound of the roots rushing into the soil, and noticed that they were gradually trapped in the staggered closure of the roots and the mud, not only getting deeper and deeper, but also getting darker and darker.
Jing Lin's body was sunk and his arms were light, he surrounded Cang Ji, and his arms were like water. The koi slid into it, and if he didn't move, Jing Lin fell asleep with a puddle of water. The roots of the mountain god were dripping with water droplets, and Jinglin only felt that he had become a fish, trapped in warm water. The more he soaked, the more drowsy he became, and the words of Dongjun still echoed in his ears.
"Among the brothers, he alone is the least likable."
Cang Ji was shaken by the copper bell until he fainted and vomited. When he was at the desk, he saw the young man in the white robe and the silver crown carrying a sword. He was beating a drum in his stomach, but he still felt familiar.
Isn't that Jing Lin!
Cang Ji rolled over the table, stepped on the window and leaned over to look, and said, "Why are you like this..."
The sunlight was dazzling, Cang Ji squinted and watched. Seeing Jinglin's face is green, and his stature is much shorter than he is now, but when he reaches his chest, he guesses that this time it is not someone else, but Jinglin's memory.
The young Jinglin stood in a white robe and knelt down when he walked down the steps. Cang Ji heard his still childish voice as he wished.
"Father." The young Jinglin put his knee on one arm, bowed his head and said, "I'm back."
People came out of the hall on the steps, and the brothers in the same white robes and silver crowns were seen separated from both sides, and the man in the deep purple robe in the middle steadily stepped down and personally helped Jing Lin.
"How is this trip?"
The young Jinglin said, "It's okay."
The man then asked with concern: "Is there any injury?"
The young Jinglin paused slightly and said, "Never."
The man patted him on the shoulder and praised: "I have been waiting for you for a long time for your father, and your brothers will take care of you. The merits of going south this time are immeasurable! If you want anything, just talk to your father."
The two sides were silent, and the expressions on each side were unpredictable.
Cang Ji felt strange, even if he didn't have a brother, didn't understand the beauty of reunion, and knew that brothers met, it must not be the atmosphere.
Only the two men on the left and right of the man came forward to greet him. One of them was handsome and handsome. He raised his hand and shook Jing Lin's arm, giving him a private smile.
"I expected you to be home by now." He said slightly proudly, "Yunsheng will survive later."
"I didn't know your feet were so fast, it would be good to come back." The other one was born quite handsome, and it made people feel like a spring breeze. Cang Ji never thought that this son was the later Chengtian Jun Yunsheng.
The young Jinglin was brought into the room by them, and after seeing the screen, he appeared. The little girl had black eyes and lacquer stars, and waved at Jing Lin from afar.
"Qingyao is not allowed to cry." Li Rong said, "Your ninth brother is finally back."
Qingyao covered her ears and recited, "Don't listen, don't listen, fourth brother recites the scriptures!"
Cang Ji suddenly felt that his heart softened, he immediately covered his chest and stunned, but immediately realized that this feeling was not his, but Jing Lin's. In the past, they too fell into other people's dreams. But there has never been a word of empathy, Cang Ji is quite novel, and pressed his chest again.
This is the sister in Jing Lin's mouth.
Cang Ji touched the tip of his nose, somewhat unexpected. He saw that although there was something awkward on the table, it was still fun, and since that was the case, he couldn't understand it.
Why did Jinglin kill Jun's father
The young Jinglin's profile is far more immature than it is now. He is as quiet as a soul in the sky, and from his silence, Cang Ji gradually realizes that he is absent-minded. He just answered the questions when his father opened his mouth, neither joking with the brothers nor even glanced at him.
A meal was consumed faster than expected, Yun Sheng and Li Rong sent the young Jinglin to his place of return, and the three of them stood in the courtyard and talked for a while. Cang Ji saw the ginkgo hanging on top of Jinglin's head hanging in his hair, so he casually took it down with a smile. He has changed a bit. At this time, he is far more relaxed than in the banquet.
His voice was still the same, but he added some lightness: "Although there are many monsters going south, they are all little monsters. If you are diligent, brothers still go to the north."
"You and I will replace you in the coming month. You supervise your school at home, and I will go to the north to see it." Li Rong was taller than the two of them, and he could see the strength in his arms. Canglong travel between the clouds and the sea. Dad wants to join these two to go to the sea of blood together, so my trip is just to explore."
"The phoenix is acceptable, but the blue dragon." Yun Sheng said warmly, "I heard that he is arrogant, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to deal with."
"Now that the eastern part of the country has fallen, and the sea of blood is approaching, no matter what, you have to let me know." Li Rong said, "If you can't do it, that's all."
The young Jinglin pointed to the ginkgo, and he said, "If it doesn't work, I will go."
"What's the hurry?" Li Rong suddenly patted Jinglin on the back, looked at him and said, "Daddy hasn't spoken yet, you stay at home. I have discussed it with them this time, and I won't embarrass you again."
"You should treat them with a smile." Yun Sheng said, "As brothers, they shouldn't be like this. Even if the broken bones are still attached to the tendons, the situation is getting worse, and the family must be more stable."
The young Jinglin nodded silently, and the two of them left together. Cang Ji followed Jinglin into the room, and saw that it was deserted and uninteresting. He rolled over and lay on Jinglin's bed, watching Jinglin undress and undress, and lift the water into the bucket by himself.
Cang Ji picked up the ginkgo that Jing Lin had just held, and only smiled: "It's exactly the same, even the problem of bathing has never changed."
Jinglin filled the bucket with cold water and sat on the edge of the bed, Cang Ji only closed one eye, watching the young man with his back to him gradually lose his clothes. Eighteen or nineteen-year-old flesh and blood is at the time of temptation, and it looks good in addition to eating raw and lightly fried. Cang Ji saw that the white robe slipped, gradually extending the back injury.
The wounds of different sizes and depths revealed that it was not easy to walk with the sword, saying "never", tore off the gauze, and the new wounds covered the old wounds, like a strange pattern on white satin.
Cang Ji's throat was dry, and he couldn't help but stand up. Seeing that Jinglin poured cold water on half of his body, he didn't even want to use a mirror, and wiped it familiarly. It's just that the blood beads rushed down and dripped into the slightly concave waist in front of Cang Ji's eyes. Cang Ji seemed to hear the intriguing sliding sound of the blood bead, with the power to kill, it gently and delicately slid into the socket that could accommodate his thumb.
desire.
Cang Ji recited these two words silently, as if he didn't recognize them, but at the same time as if he knew them well.
The young Jinglin was still wearing a crown, and his eyes froze when he suddenly looked back. Cang Ji met that gaze, and gradually touched the sharp teeth with the tip of his tongue.
He burst into laughter, repeating in a low voice.
"That's what you want to teach."
Cang Ji seemed to have learned something, so he lay back in the bed, laughing all by himself. He turned over to look at Jinglin again, and only felt that the young man seemed to be caged in the light, becoming both within reach and out of reach. Even though Jing Lin's demeanor and eyes were cold, Cang Ji still felt that his heart was soft.