The next day, Shi Feng no longer retreated, and reappeared in front of the demon cultivators.
And Chen He blankly touched the bright red bruises on his neck, and took out a mirror from the storage bag to dispel the ghosts, and used the magic weapon directly as an ordinary bronze mirror, looking left and right, with a strange expression.
Since the last time he was in the capital, Chen He resolutely stuffed that memory into the corner of the mirage bead, and would never look at it when he had nothing to do.
The consequence was that Chen He was clumsy last night, as if he was frightened, and he didn't know where to put his hands, so he resolutely wrapped himself around Shi Feng, one can imagine how much he suffered.
He touched his eyes and found that the corners of his eyes were a little red, then closed them, and when they opened them again, they were safe and sound.
His hands and feet were a little weak, and Chen He simply didn't stand up. He directly meditated and practiced. His spiritual energy overflowed, and he floated in the air.
There was only a faint throbbing pain somewhere, which could be completely ignored by Chen He.
No matter how painful it was, there was no pain from the beast's claw pulling it down from behind.
Shi Feng is very careful, and he always has endless patience with Chen He. Chen He's discomfort now is just because he was indifferent to the situation last night, and he couldn't understand the situation. So what should have been done only once turned into several times, until the dawn faintly appeared on the horizon.
Chen He didn't want to look at Mirage Beads, but he couldn't help it.
After blushing for a while, Chen He found that although he was not drunk, he still did something stupid.
- When the ecstasy was eroding his bones, he was still struggling to reach out and grope for clothes on the ground. Shi Feng held his hand to stop him from moving. When Shi Feng slowed down and asked what he was doing, Chen He blurted out that there was no bedding or tent here, so he could only find clothes to wipe his face.
How normal, Chen He thought angrily, no matter who cried like that, he would want to wipe it off quickly.
Especially Chen He subconsciously, he didn't want to lose face in front of his senior brother, it was too ugly.
When Chen He saw Mirage Bead's cry in his memory, he was confused: How old are you, why do you still cry, and what kind of formality do you have? People in the world, how can there be tears in the cloud and rain of Wushan (there are many...).
And after the senior brother heard the words, his expression was very strange... Well, he shouldn't be angry.
Ignoring the embarrassment, Chen He carefully read the memory several times, basically starting to ponder when he cried, only to see that his face was red, the discomfort was more obvious, and even his breathing was a little short.
If it hadn't been enough tossing last night, Bei Xuan Gongfa could stick to his state of mind, and I was afraid that his body would undergo some changes.
Chen He resolutely re-sealed his memory, and held his breath for a while, before slowly tidying up his clothes and going out.
The small courtyard was full of withered and yellow leaves, and the wind was much cooler.
When Chen He was dressing, he felt that his limbs were not only sore and numb, but also a little trembling, and even the clothes were rubbing against them. There was some strange discomfort. At this moment, the cold wind rolled in along the collar, and Chen He couldn't help but feel agitated, and the feeling of soft hands and feet was even worse. , if it wasn't for a mouthful of true essence, it would almost appear inappropriate.
This is passion. Chen He didn't understand the afterglow left behind.
Daigo empowered not to say this.
He only regarded this inappropriateness as a normal situation, and had no idea what the pinkish complexion at the moment, the laziness and contentment on the corners of his brows and eyes, looked like to others.
No one dared to step further near Shi Feng's residence. After leaving the courtyard, the number of people gradually increased.
The magic cultivators all know that Chen He is the younger brother of the Gorefiend, who is not easy to offend. Moreover, the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul period is enough for the devil, and there are many people who can't compare with Chen He, so everyone put it on the table. With a respectful look, he avoided him, and occasionally encountered a demon cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. He didn't look down and saw Chen He. He was suspicious, but he didn't dare to ask more.
- Young Master Chen was full of energy, did you think it was comfortable last night
Can you say this
The magic cultivators are not fools, and Chen Heyi didn't go green. Lou Chuguan 2 didn't visit Liyuan Jiaofang, and he didn't go out last night. The county is so big. Could it be that Chen He could hide a woman in the house
Even if the woman is really hidden, it's just this night, so lazy? What about the physical strength of the cultivator in the Yuan Ying period? Looking at his face, Chen He is not like a monk who lacks Yuanyang and lacks energy.
Thinking of some rumors, the magic cultivators understood without a teacher.
- By the way, His Holiness left the border this morning
Well, this is quite meaningful!
Chen He didn't notice this kind of secret speculation, he still had a troublesome thing to deal with!
Bringing three or five demon cultivators with him, he went out the door arrogantly and went straight to the pawnshop where the disciple of the Five Poison Sect was imprisoned.
Mo Xiu, who followed behind Chen He along the way, hesitated.
As if nothing had happened, Chen He split two unfamiliar cultivators with one move. Before the mortal people could react, Chen He brazenly carried the name of "bullying men and bullying women", and he didn't even bother to take the charge of "stealing children". , and directly beat up these two gossiping Sanxiu on the roadside, their noses were blue and their faces were swollen.
It doesn't matter if you beat someone, the action is still antelope hanging horns, and there is no trace of it.
In the end, he picked up the two scattered cultivators who had been beaten up and said coldly, "It's okay to gossip on Yuzhou Road, and you dare to gossip in front of me and seek death."
Throw it back, only to hear a click, and one of the hapless ones has a broken arm.
Chen He walked away, always silently following the magic cultivator behind him, and said to the two loose cultivators with a grin, "Next time you will make a bright spot, and you will provoke Young Master Chen again, and your life will be worrying."
Who is Young Master Chen? In Yuzhou, as long as you inquire carefully, you will know that it is the junior brother of the blood demon Shi Feng.
The two just laughed about Nan Hongzi of the Beixuan faction, who was a wise man in his life, and a loose cultivator who died a fool, so he had to eat this dumb loss and ran away in despair.
Chen He was also disturbed by these two people.
The movement range is slightly larger, and the discomfort on the body is particularly obvious. Fortunately, after the aura wandered for a while, the strange feeling that rubbed against the silk underwear and trembled slightly was much better.
When he beat someone before, he planned to lift his foot, but his waist immediately screamed non-stop, Chen He was extremely depressed.
- He never understood that such suffering was caused by his own tumultuous actions last night under untimely circumstances.
Chen He's thoughts went to the question of whether Shi Feng was angry or not. He thought about it seriously just now, but the senior brother seemed to be really bad at drinking and stopped himself several times and said that he should not move. Shi Feng did not do this on weekdays. Pass.
Frustration came to mind.
Chen He passed by a bookstore, turned his head and went in with a move in his heart.
Those who can afford books these days are all rich people, or those who want to study the literary examinations for the imperial examinations.
A scholar in an old robe took two half-old brochures and seemed to be negotiating a price with the guy. As soon as Chen He came in, the guy impatiently left the scholar and greeted Chen He with a smile on his face, "Young Master Chen. What do you want to pick today?"
A few days ago, Chen He came for a visit, bought a Yuzhou Geographical Journal and talked about it. The guy at the bookstore heard that the man next to him said that Mr. Chen was generous and did not pay attention to the price. There is no reason to be unhappy when he sees someone coming to the door again today.
Chen He was about to speak when he suddenly felt a bad look.
He frowned and glanced, seeing that he was a poor scholar, a mortal man of ten, he turned his head indifferently, used the fan handle he had taken to pretend to be a little bit of a pile of quirks, and said rudely to the man: " You only have books and no picture books?"
The privately printed ghosts and ghosts are said to be rural ghosts, but the content is actually very fragrant. Yan, some are more obscure, some are full. Every year, the government bans a group of exaggerated ones, and turns a blind eye to others. After all, it is impossible for bookstores to only sell books of sages, and the words of sages cannot be eaten as food.
There are many things Chen He doesn't understand, but he knows some common sense.
For example, there is spring in the bookstore. Palace Atlas sells…
The guy's eyes lit up when he heard this, Chun. The price of the Palace Atlas is naturally much higher. Which dude doesn't like a copy
"Yo, this is too much, wait a minute, son, I'll go inside and find it for you?" said the man, rubbing his hands together.
"Hmph, it's humiliating!" The scholar dropped the book and walked away angrily, as if he heard something filthy, and even said that he would go back to wash his ears.
The guy didn't pay any attention to him, and it was just right to leave, saving a lot of time.
After a while, he took out a stack of booklets. Chen He frowned and flipped it with his fan. Without looking carefully, he moved to the side: "It's not like this."
This picture book is a man and a woman, you can tell by looking at the bun.
A few magicians flipped through the booklet indifferently, muttering that there was nothing good in this county, and their expressions froze when they heard Chen He say such a sentence.
Immediately thinking of the rumors, they all understood again.
Well, that's not true.
One of the magic cultivators also took the guy to the side to mention: "Did you hear me, my son doesn't want this kind of cliché booklet, just get some stuff from the bottom of the box... Long Yang..."
The last two words were very low, and the man suddenly realized.
"Yes! Yes, it was bought from the capital a few years ago. I'll go get it when I'm young."
Chen He was calm and not embarrassed.
Even after the booklet was brought, it didn't matter if it was flipped through in public, and I carefully picked two copies to take away, which were also the most expensive. This made the demon cultivator following him suspicious.
Everyone knows that double cultivation is just like that.
And usually, the one who makes the furnace loses Yuanyang, loses essence, and even if his true essence is sluggish, his body also suffers. Why do he need to look at more pictures and make himself suffer more
The strangest thing is that Chen He doesn't seem to have any intention of covering up!
Not to mention mortals, even cultivators come to buy this kind of thing. They don’t just leave hastily, and there is no one standing there in broad daylight to choose slowly—after all, this is a white announcement. The world of etiquette where prostitution will be criticized.
Is Chen He like a furnace? This kind of calm appearance, like the one who was forced and forced
The hearts of the magic cultivators are all tense: it's not like it at all! !
A terrible and terrible thought popped up in their minds, and this thought suddenly swelled to the extreme when they thought of Shi Feng's appearance.
No, it can't be!
So the magic cultivators were very bad, and followed Chen He all the way to the pawnshop, all with pale faces.
"What happened to that person?" Chen He asked casually.
"Reporting to the young master, you are stubborn and full of disrespect." The low-level demon cultivator at the pawnshop didn't understand at all, why the people who followed Chen He looked so terrifying, and were so frightened that they replied respectfully.
Chen He smiled: "It doesn't matter, let him scold him, and he will worry about his junior sister's situation when he is out of anger. It's a quick talk, but it's not a big deal."
As he spoke, he went down to the cellar.
The disciples of the Five Poison Sect, who were locked inside and couldn't move, were furious when they heard the words.
Someone lit a torch, and the jumping firelight reflected on Chen He's contented face, the pale dazzling face that could not be faded away, and the originally handsome and delicate eyebrows became even more special.
Everyone caught sight of it inadvertently, and they were all stunned.
Thinking of Chen He's words, the disciples of the Five Poison Sect split their eyes and yelled furiously, "Prostitute, you, what have you done to my junior sister?"
"… "
The magic cultivator behind Chen He involuntarily thought contemptuously: Your junior sister? Don't say I haven't seen it, just say that there are female nuns who are even more beautiful than the Venerable. How many have I met in my life