Brother, this showman

Feng Lianchen's body froze, his eyes fell on his wrists, his neck seemed to be firmly nailed by iron nails, and he couldn't turn around.

"Anyway, senior brother, if you don't care about affection, I have to care about one or two." Ye Wenqing increased the strength in his hand, staring at Feng Lianchen's side face, and smiled mockingly, "After all, it's my whole life. When you fall in love with someone for the first time, you don’t even have time to feel the pain.”

Feng Lianchen flicked away Ye Wenqing's hand, stepped back ten steps away from him, and said contemptuously: "If I knew that Master Ye is so difficult, I wouldn't have found you no matter what, Really can't afford it."

Feng Lianchen ignored Ye Wenqing, turned his head and told the group of ghosts around him: "Go and call back all the ghosts who have fled outside to this hall."

The sloppy-looking ghost doglegly asked: "Is Your Highness planning to dispatch troops and generals to dominate the mainland?"

Feng Lianchen glanced at him, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't speak.

On the contrary, Scrawled Ghost was even more excited, feeling that he had guessed Feng Lianchen's thoughts and read the ghost king's unfinished meaning, his eyes were full of admiration, and he smiled from ear to ear: "Young one, let's go!"

Ye Wenqing jumped up, and a spell flew towards Feng Lianchen.

However, Feng Lianchen had been prepared for a long time, and with a flash of his figure, he cast a barrier to trap Ye Wenqing and others, but he didn't want to be tightly bound by Qingshuang who turned into Bai Lian, and his body fell straight down.

"Stupid bird, send everyone down first!" Ye Wenqing turned around and shouted at Akabane Fire Phoenix.

"I really can't afford it."

Ye Wenqing stretched out his hand and hugged Feng Lianchen tightly, with complicated emotions intertwined in his deep eyes covering his previous high spirits, he sighed: "Feng Lianchen, I'm getting old, don't provoke me like this."

Feng Lianchen couldn't move, he leaned against Ye Wenqing's chest, looked up at him blankly, and said mockingly, "Is Master Ye trying to play the emotional card?"

"Junior brother, what kind of trick do you want to play?" Ye Wenqing looked at him with empty eyes, and murmured in a low voice.

Feng Lianchen's eyes were dim, he turned his head slightly to look away, and didn't intend to pay any attention to him.

Ye Wenqing felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart, closed his eyes, and picked a remote place to land on the ground with strength on his toes.

Through the low bushes, the bright light of the red feather fire phoenix in front could be vaguely seen, accompanied by the slight scolding sound.

The faint light flickered on the faces of the two of them, leaving mottled marks, their handsome faces were like a bright moon covered by dark clouds, and most of the brilliance was suppressed.

Feng Lianchen leaned back, leaned his back on a bush, looked at Ye Wenqing with a tilted head, and said with a half-smile: "Master Ye brought me here alone, I'm not afraid that those people will think that you and I are in the same group of?"

"Aren't we in the same group?" Ye Wenqing asked back.

"Of course not." Feng Lianchen twitched his lips.

"Fuck you!" Ye Wenqing stepped forward and slapped him on the head, "Hand over the sinking wood."

Feng Lianchen was slapped with such a palm that stars appeared in front of his eyes, his mind went blank, and his ears buzzed.

"What if I don't give it?" Feng Lianchen shook his head, met Ye Wenqing's gaze, and said calmly, "I don't want to give it."

"Feng Lianchen!" Ye Wenqing stepped forward, grabbed Feng Lianchen's collar, and lifted him up, wishing he could slap him a few more times, took a deep breath, and suppressed the impatience in his heart , "I'll give you one last chance to hand over the fallen wood!"

Feng Lianchen sneered, his slender eyelashes blinked like a brush, scrubbing the back of Ye Wenqing's hands.

"No." Feng Lianchen turned his head and refused without hesitation, "I have no intention of saving the common people in the world, and they have never been kind to me. Whether they live or die has nothing to do with me."

Ye Wenqing couldn't bear it any longer, so she raised her fist and punched him in the face.

Feng Lianchen didn't dodge either, he just received Ye Wenqing's hard fist so forcefully, his cheekbones hurt so badly, and his brows were all wrinkled.

After Ye Wenqing punched four or five times, there was a faint pain in the knuckles of his fingers, but the soreness in his heart was hard to ignore.His eyes caught sight of Feng Lianchen's red and swollen cheeks, and all the air he inhaled turned into a blunt knife, cutting his flesh and blood all the time, causing him to bend down unconsciously in pain.

Why did the two of them become like this?

"Young Master Ye! Young Master Ye! Ahhh!"

The anxious and frightening shouts crushed the unfinished words, and the painful groans magnified infinitely in the silent night sky.

Ye Wenqing's eyes turned cold, he held Feng Lianchen around his waist, and followed the sound.

Pushing aside the cluttered bushes, I saw countless black shadows hovering in the air, like frog eggs just laid, densely packed, dizzying.

A group of monks lay in disorder on the ground. Some of the corpses had only heads, and some had only bones, with a few pieces of bloody flesh hanging on them. The scattered intestines and internal organs were looted by the shadows.

The bright red blood flowed all over the ground, soaked into the soil, and selflessly watered the surrounding plants.

Everyone who has repaired the enchantment can be regarded as powerless, let alone resisting, and even the sword can't be held steady. They are no different from fish and meat on the chopping board, watching helplessly. die.

The scrawled ghost circling in the air saw Feng Lianchen at Ye Wenqing's waist, and immediately swallowed a piece of intestine in his mouth, saying flatteringly: "Your Highness, all the ghosts have been found, and they are all ordered by His Highness."

All the evil spirits stopped their movements when they heard the words, and lined up in an orderly manner, with the appearance of thousands of troops, and the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers: "It's all on your Highness's order!"

The arrogant and arrogant voice floated back and forth in the valley, and it didn't calm down for a long time.

The people lying on the ground clutching their stomachs were stunned by the scene in front of them, and even forgot to run away.

Ma Huateng was the first to recover, and stood up tremblingly on his knees. His eyes fell on Ye Wenqing, and he raised his sleeve to wipe the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. ? Today, are we also going back and forth like all the immortal friends of Kaiyang Mountain?"

"Ye Wenqing, did you deliberately take away Feng Lianchen just now to kill us?" A man with a goatee stared at Ye Wenqing angrily.

"Using oneself to judge others is all one's own thinking." Before Ye Wenqing finished speaking, he felt his neck tighten and his body uncontrollably leaned back. on the ground.

With difficulty, Ye Wenqing raised his hand to grab the rough rope around his neck, and was dragged back four or five steps. He had difficulty swallowing, and a strong sense of suffocation enveloped him.

Goatee jumped up excitedly, and shouted at the person behind Ye Wenqing with a thumbs up: "Da Liang, great job!"

Da Liang received this compliment, his brows were tinged with pride, and his subordinates strengthened a bit.

Only then did Ye Wenqing realize that this Da Liang had been lying in ambush all along, Ma Huateng and the others pretended to talk to him, just to attract his attention, and then Da Liang waited for the opportunity to move.

"Ye Wenqing, don't think of us as fools, you and Feng Lianchen are like glue, you don't know that he is the ghost king of alchemy? Now that the soul-locking pillar has collapsed, and the sinking tree has been snatched away by Feng Lianchen, How can he take it out?" With the goatee on his waist, he shook his head and looked full of air.

"You pretended to be with us in order to wait for an opportunity to kill us and completely cover up the matter, so that you can live together with your junior brother. Stop dreaming!"

Damn, is this a human language?This dog barks without a leash?

If Ye Wenqing hadn't been in jail now, he would have pushed the old man to the ground and beat him up severely.

"Do you think I'm dead?" The gloomy voice was like a poisonous snake spitting out letters, cold and sinister.

Feng Lianchen broke free from Qingshuang's shackles, and a palm wind hit Da Liang's body, knocking him to the ground, unsheathing his hands without a name, and directly cutting off both of his hands.

Da Liang yelled, curled up into a ball, and rolled on the ground in pain.

The strength in the neck suddenly disappeared, Ye Wenqing fell forward suddenly, knelt down on the ground in embarrassment, supported the ground with one hand, covered his neck with the other, panting heavily.

Feng Lianchen narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a coldness in his long and narrow pupils, and everything he saw was icy cold.

"An ungrateful person, what's the use of living in this world!" Feng Lianchen gathered strength in his palm, and hit the goatee with a sharp palm wind.

The goatee is like a kite with broken strings. It draws a graceful arc in the air and hangs on the branch of a tree by chance. The sound of ribs cracking is heard one after another. The eyes are rolled, the head is drooping, and the blood in the mouth is dripping. fell to the ground.

"This seat is really for nothing!" Chiyu Huofeng was also very annoyed, and glanced at the crowd angrily, "My old Ye tried to save you with good intentions, but you want him to die, a bunch of white-eyed wolves!"

As soon as these words came out, the people present were embarrassed for a while, their eyes flickered, they looked at Ye Wenqing uncomfortably, then hurriedly looked away, pretending to discuss with the people around them, trying to ease the embarrassment.

Ye Wenqing finally regained his composure, stood up with difficulty on his knees, and was about to see the King of Hades, and it was pure nonsense in his heart to say that he didn't care.

"Falling into the water and sinking into a tree, I will definitely ask Feng Lianchen to hand it over. If you are afraid of Ye's schemes, you might as well leave here." Ye Wenqing's eyes were sarcasm, his eyes were sharp, "But if you don't get hurt or hurt on the way back For other things, don't blame Ye Mou, after all, Ye Mou is not that powerful. Also, Ye Mou only has one life, so he can't play such a big game with you."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, then lowered their heads with shame on their faces.

Ye Wenqing stopped paying attention to the crowd, and looked around, but didn't see a trace of Yan Rantai's disciples. He presumably went to look for Xuan Yan. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Feng Lianchen.

"I'm not going to accompany Immortal Master Ye, I'm leaving." Feng Lianchen threw Qingshuang into Ye Wenqing's arms, and disappeared with a group of evil spirits.

Once again, Yang Leduo who saw Feng Lianchen disappearing under his nose was a little depressed, and looked at Ye Wenqing suspiciously in his eyes: "Young Master Ye, don't you want to chase after him?"

"Chase! Of course I must!"

An old but energetic voice answered first, his words were mixed with strong anger, and if he was not careful, he could ignite and blow people up.