Memorandum of Understanding of the Heavens and Worlds

Chapter 109 Tsing Yi Taoist
Ye Anrong reached out to get the blueprint in front of her, Lin Zhihui suddenly pressed her arm, Ye Anrong blushed slightly, anger flashed in his eyes, he raised his head to speak, but found that he was staring at the direction of the door intently.

Following Lin Zhihui's line of sight, there seemed to be something flashing, Ye Anrong immediately opened his eyes wide, opened his rosy lips, and almost screamed out.

A person appeared in the house out of nowhere.

Ye Anrong looked at the closed door in disbelief, she was sure that she didn't hear any sound, and there was absolutely no third person in the room, so what happened to the person in front of her.

If Lin Zhihui hadn't held down her arm, Ye Anrong felt that he might have jumped up just now, but why did he do this? Did he have a premonition that this person would appear?
Thoughts were in chaos, Ye Anrong was full of doubts, and turned to look at Lin Zhihui, who was all on guard beside him.

Lin Zhihui frowned slightly, and looked warily at the man who suddenly appeared at the door. The man was dressed in a neat blue robe, with a bun on his head, silk shoes on his feet, a pendant with gossip patterns on his waist, and a pair of Taoist priests. Dress up, but Lin Zhihui would not naively think that he was really a Taoist priest who came down from some mountain, and there were obvious aura fluctuations on the other party.

Fairy or monster?It couldn't be that Zhuying came to the scene in person, Lin Zhihui looked at the expression of the visitor, while quickly analyzing, it doesn't look very vicious, maybe he went the wrong way, and he didn't come to trouble him?

But Lin Zhihui was obviously too naive. As soon as the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi stood still, he turned his head and looked straight at him.

Ye Anrong immediately uttered a scream. No matter how courageous she was, she couldn't stay calm when she suddenly encountered such a supernatural scene, especially the dazzling light, which was like a thunderbolt, carrying an overwhelming coercion. It came like lightning.

Lin Zhihui cursed in his heart. If he was alone, it would be easy to say anything, but now there is Ye Anrong beside him. Who knows if the other party will attack her if she escapes. In desperation, he can only push his feet hard on the coffee table. He grabbed Ye Anrong with his backhand and jumped backwards, flipping the sofa backwards to avoid it.

The coffee table fell heavily to the ground and made a dull sound. The cold light flew past Lin Zhihui's head, penetrated into the wall behind him, and made a soft plop sound. An irregular big hole.

Lin Zhihui was terrified when he saw that his hairs were standing on end, if he hit him this time, he would definitely die. Just as he was about to stand up, the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi jumped up and punched him with a raised fist.

Ye Anrong followed and rolled to the ground, falling dizzy, just opened his eyes, and was about to see if Lin Zhihui was injured, when he saw a fist approaching him, he couldn't help gasping.

This fist carried wind and was full of strength. If Lin Zhihui dodged, he would definitely land on Ye Anrong. With a backhand flick of his wrist, at the same time, he kicked out violently, taking advantage of the opportunity of the opponent's dodge, pulling Ye Anrong to jump up and blocking her behind.

Ye Anrong was afraid that he would become a burden to Lin Zhihui, so he didn't dare to grab him, but kept looking him up and down, and said, "How are you?"

"Don't be afraid." Almost as soon as she asked, Lin Zhihui also whispered, pushing her behind with his hands.

The Taoist priest in green lightly landed on the ground, his toes touched the ground, and he was about to rush over. Lin Zhihui didn't care about revealing his secret. He pressed his backhand on his chest, and his mind moved slightly to touch the ghost token, and a gray-white light suddenly bloomed from him. Protecting him and Ye Anrong behind him.

Seeing the gray and white light curtain, the Tsing Yi Taoist paused and stopped, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. Seeing the door, Lin Zhihui quickly raised his hand and pushed forward: "Wait a minute, who are you? Even if you want to seek revenge, you have to report yourself, at least if you can't let me die, you are also a fool."

"Bah, you don't deserve to know the name of this Xingjun." The Tsing Yi Taoist flicked his sleeves and said proudly.

"...I didn't offend you. You are looking for the wrong person." Lin Zhihui is still at a loss. Which gods have you provoked?

"It was you who beat me." The Taoist priest in Tsing Yi stretched out his hand angrily and pointed at Lin Zhihui, "Are you number one in the world? Do you dare to say that "The Rise of the God Emperor" was not written by you?"

The corners of Lin Zhihui's mouth twitched, and a bad premonition immediately arose in his heart. Although he was forced to be helpless, he also knew that his way of writing, always dropping the chain at critical moments to fool readers, was indeed an outrage. With the support of gods, he is not afraid of ordinary readers making trouble, but if some gods don't like him, it will be a bit tricky.

Ye Anrong, who was hiding behind him, blinked, poked his head out slightly, looked curiously at the Taoist priest in green with a stinking face, thoughtful.

"Calm down." Lin Zhihui looked at him as if he was about to go berserk again, and said hurriedly: "I'm just a thief. I can't decide what I write. Every injustice has its owner. If you want to take revenge or vent your anger, you should go find someone." The real master, you shouldn’t come looking for me, a little minion.”

"Hmph, you two don't want to run away." The Taoist priest in Tsing Yi obviously had a lot of grievances, with a look of reluctance, he said firmly: "After I clean up you, I will naturally ask him to settle the score."

The other party refused to sign up, and Lin Zhihui couldn't figure out who he was implicated by. He was secretly anxious and worried that Ye Anrong would be in danger, so he had to discuss it with the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi first: "The person you are looking for is me, then let her go first." Well, she has nothing to do with it."

The Taoist priest in Tsing Yi glanced at Ye Anrong, and snorted at Lin Zhihui: "Mr. Xing is not so easy to fool, you two are clearly in the same group, I let her go, you must find a way to escape, dreaming! "

Lin Zhihui was so angry that he almost fell backwards. He didn't expect that the gods still have this style. Looking at the flat-headed and straight-faced one, he really looks like a fool. He doesn't want to be kind and make money right now. Urge the token to summon Yan Jie to come over to help, but he is a novice, not very familiar with the formulas, and a slight breath fluctuation immediately aroused the other party's vigilance.

"What the hell are you doing?" The Taoist priest in Tsing Yi raised his eyebrows, as if he had noticed something, looked around, and suddenly walked up to the two of them, raised his hand and slapped Lin Zhihui, as if trying to break his fist He defended, but was shocked back, Lin Zhihui was happy when he saw the other party waved his sleeve, releasing a golden light, covering the two of them.

(End of this chapter)