All the cannon fodders I have flirted with are on top [Quick Wear]

Fu Wang looked at the tall figure in the hall, feeling a little dazed.

So familiar, like the person in my dream.

He concealed the deepness in his eyes, bowed and said, "Master, what do you want from me? If you want to compensate Senior Sister Wei, forget it. I don't hold grudges that way."

Because he had already figured out how to kill Wei Xinyue.

Ning Zhi turned around and saw Fu Wang standing in the hall with his eyes lowered. Beneath his superficial respectfulness was a madness that could destroy the world.

"come over."

Fu Wang raised his eyes. Although he didn't know what Ling Yan was going to do, as long as he was not sick, he posed no threat to him.

"What are your instructions, Master?"

He stood beside Ning Zhi and asked again.

But Ning Zhi did not respond to him. Instead, he used a spiritual force to press down on him, preventing Fu Wang from struggling.

The sound of metal colliding was right next to his ears. After Fu Wang saw what it was, he was stunned for a moment and then whistled.

"Soul Binding Chain, in broad daylight, Master, are you sure you want to use this on your disciple?"

"Sure." Ning Zhi ignored the sarcasm in his words and put it on without hesitation.

Fu Wang struggled, his eyes changed slightly, "Are you really Ling Yan?"

He had been doubting this man's identity since last night. Ling Yan never treated his injuries, nor did he show the slightest concern for him.

The person in front of him not only did all these, but also stood by him today.

He even did not hesitate to offend Xu Ri and Wei Xinyue.

Who is he?

Ning Zhi pulled the chain and dragged him in front of him, his tone cold, "Don't ask such stupid questions."

"You're angry?"

Fu Wang was very sensitive to emotions. Even if Ning Zhi had a blank expression on his face, he could sense that this person was unhappy.

Ning Zhi was indeed very angry. With a flick of his fingertips, the clothes on Fu Wang disappeared, leaving only the chains tied around his chest and waist.

Fuwang, "..."

He didn't realize that Ling Yan was quite good at having fun.

"How did you get those whip wounds?" Ning Zhi tightened the chains, with a clear threat in his voice, "Tell the truth."

Fu Wang's dark eyes fixed on his face, and he suddenly felt that this man was very interesting.

Smart and perverted.

Very much to his liking.

I really want to take it for myself and torture you every day.

"Master, didn't you guess it? Whatever you guessed is what it is." Fu Wang deliberately moved closer to him to make sure he was not mistaken.

He really saw Ling Yan's dissatisfaction.

What was she dissatisfied with? Was it because he plotted against Wei Xinyue, or because he hurt her?

"idiot."

The sudden burning sensation pierced into his bones. Fu Wang shuddered in pain, but the smile on the corner of his lips became even more intense.

"Master, your teaching is right. I know I was wrong." Fu Wang smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

Those whip wounds were indeed caused by Fu Wang himself. Just for Wei Xinyue, he actually made himself look so miserable.

So stupid.

Ning Zhi pursed his lips, did not stop the transmission of spiritual power, and regardless of Fu Wang's struggle, he forcibly restrained him and healed his wounds.

Seeing that he couldn't break free, Fu Wang stopped moving and let him use his spiritual energy to heal himself.

It’s not a loss anyway.

With the circulation of spiritual power, the wound on his back was mostly healed, and he looked at Ning Zhilai with interest.

For the first time, he discovered that the disciples of Tianyun Sect were not blind and that Ling Yan was very handsome.

His eyebrows and eyes are cold, and when he lowers his eyes, his long and thick eyelashes are visible. There is a small mole on the tip of his high nose, which is incompatible with his cold and indifferent appearance.

This face is the president.

No wonder even though he is hundreds of years old, there is still a large group of young monks, both men and women, crying and shouting to form a covenant with him.

Looking at Ling Yan's serious expression, he suddenly felt like teasing him.

"Master, I had a dream."

Fu Wang curled his lips and looked at Ning Zhi, expecting him to ask.

What's wrong with stopping talking halfway? Ning Zhi withdrew his spiritual power, met his expectant eyes, and reluctantly spoke along with his words.

"What dream?"

"illusion."