Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

He rarely goes out at this point.

The stretch of dark sky seems to be darker after leaving the urban area, but the bright and shining stars can be seen more clearly, scattered in the sky.

Because it was a private trip in the middle of the night, Ji Zhaixing didn't ask Ji's driver to pick him up, but took a taxi at the gate of University A.The driver was extremely reticent, and after delivering the car to the location, he drove away without asking for any money, so that Ji Zhaixing looked at the location of the map navigation in confusion, and was sure that this location was correct...

The ghosts probably didn't cause any serious trouble, and the Dong family still maintained the most basic functions. The silver door outside the villa opened at the sound, and two rows of servants lined up on the side of the road, leaning slightly under the pale light of the lamp post, waiting The arrival of distinguished guests.

"Waiting for your arrival."

The butler in the black suit stepped forward to guide Ji Zhuixing, his lowered head was inexplicably respectful, almost too cautious.

Ji Jiexing lowered his eyes slightly, and suddenly put a question mark on Dong Ling's "accident".

It doesn't look like a mess here.

Compared with villas, Dong Ling's residence can even be called a castle. It retains ancient and sophisticated architecture and characteristic pattern decorations. The living room that welcomes visitors can hold a dance at any time.Ji Zhaixing was led up to the third floor - this floor was purposely vacated to be filled with paintings that implied ghostly aura.

Ji Zhuixing saw Dong Ling's back to him at first sight.

The man was handsome and tall, wearing a dark Tang suit, holding a slender cane in his hand.

The cane was beautiful and delicate, and it was inlaid with large gemstones, like a symbol of power, held tightly by the man.

Dong Ling stood there calmly, calmly.

Young Master Ji pursed his lips slightly.He didn't know why, but he seemed to indulge his childishness in front of Dong Ling. When he stepped closer to Dong Ling, he asked in a calm tone: "Uncle Dong said, where is the trouble?"

The boy's eyes are bright.

"Tricked me out of the house in the middle of the night—" the tone dragged on a bit, and Ji Zhuixing asked with a smile: "Uncle Dong probably wouldn't do such a boring thing, huh?"

As if hearing the anger in the young man's tone, Dong Ling turned around, pointing at the hanging picture frames with a strong desire to survive, with an innocent look: "There is really something wrong."

"Something is missing from the painting."

As Dong Ling spoke, she lowered her eyes in bewilderment, looking a little annoyed.

It was only then that Ji Zhaixing noticed that those paintings had indeed turned into blank frames, or the images of the characters in the scene were missing.But it is still full of ghosts and evil spirits hidden in it.

This made Ji Zhuixing pause slightly, which was a bit strange.

His gaze traveled all over the paintings, and this situation appeared without exception, so that Ji Zhuixing wondered if those people from the family of celestial masters used some kind of trick.

Dong Ling obviously knew the inside story, so Ji Zaixing didn't hide it. After a few words in a low voice, the jade sword accessory in his hand turned into a magic weapon again.

He went two steps deeper, and stopped when he saw a landscape picture of sunflowers.The sword touched the glass of the picture frame, stepped forward slightly, and the glass shattered, the sword edge did not stop, and when it was about to fall to the thick layer of oil paint, there was a sharp scream in the picture.

The corners of Ji Zhaixing's lips curled slightly inaudibly, looking a little wicked.

"Since it's here." Young Master Ji said in a dangerous and casual tone, "Still coming out?"

The boy with short blond hair and small light brown freckles had no choice but to emerge from the painting, trembling violently.Seeing the pointed sword edge, even more tears hung in the eyes, and they were still falling, so pitiful.It seems that among them, Ji Zhuixing is the evil ghost.

"Why are you hiding?" Ji Zhuixing retracted his sword, his tone a little gentler.Seeing the soul body in the painting, he hesitated to cast a glance behind Ji Jiexing.

Then he closed his eyes and curled up into a ball.

"If you don't say anything, I won't let you out." Ji Zhuixing watched the ghost's eyes widen slightly, and still used a very gentle tone, saying something that made the ghost want to cry, "Anyway, I Seeing that you are hiding, you don't look like you really want to come out."

"Good deal!" The ghost was in a hurry, and circled in the frame layer by layer.

In the end, she still looked at a certain place wanting to cry without tears, and said timidly: "I, I'm just afraid."

"...that person is so scary."

Although he didn't say it clearly, Ji Zhuixing raised his eyebrows slightly, and instantly understood the ghost's meaning.Patriarch Dong stood innocently behind Ji Zaixing, stroking the long stick in his hand, like an elegant gentleman, completely unable to hear the conversation here.

"He is, very, evil." The ghost said every word, unaware that, as an evil thing that is the source of fear, it is a bit too rebellious to make such an evaluation.

Ji Zhaixing was speechless, turned his head slightly to look at Patriarch Dong.

The man looked over in an unusually educated manner, nodded and smiled, with tenderness in his eyes, which did not match what the ghost said at all.

But the evil spirit screamed again and got into the painting, as if the frame was trembling.

"I won't go out, it's so scary outside." Its suppressed cry came, and it suffered all kinds of grievances.

Ji Zhaixing: "..."

Between simply putting them here and leaving Dong Ling to suppress them, and keeping the promise to release these evil spirits, Ji Zhuixing made a serious choice, and finally said to Dong Ling: "Uncle Dong, do you want to go out first?"

He added: "It's better to stay far away—the kind of far away from the villa."

Dong Ling looked a little helpless, full of melancholy after not being trusted.His footsteps moved slightly, and he said unwillingly: "You are alone, what if there is danger?"

"..." The main thing is that the most dangerous person here may be you.

Ji Zhaixing resisted not complaining, and after driving Dong Ling away with a cold face and merciless, those ghosts probed implicitly.

Although the dangerous aura still remained in the room, driven away by Ji Zhaixing's spirit sword and lured to be free, the evil spirits still poked their heads one after another, waiting for Ji Zhaixing to release them.

They are free, but they cannot be let go at will.

The path to find the Celestial Masters Association was also blocked.

Ji Zhaixing had no choice but to resolve their obsessions one by one after releasing them, and let them reincarnate after their resentment dissipated.I don't know if I have gained experience from it. Ji Zhaoxing seems to have expanded his spiritual power a lot. Unlike before, he was exhausted after just dispelling the obsession of an evil ghost. Now he is very comfortable.

But after all, there are hundreds of evil spirits, even if they cooperate obediently one by one, after all of them are resolved, Ji Zhaoxing will be exhausted.

Young Master Ji's crow-wing-like eyelashes are heavy, and he can hardly lift them up, and when the thick night in the sky has dissipated, there is also a little bit of light.

It's almost dawn.

After Ji Zhaixing came out from the third floor, Dong Ling stood outside to greet him.

He seemed to want to step forward and hug the young man's limp body, and he didn't feel embarrassed when he was avoided.You Xianxin even asked the servant to bring up the boiled sugar water, stirred it a few times with a spoon, and then walked towards Ji Zhaixing in the hot air.

Ji Zhaixing's lips were bright red and soft, but a little dry, thirsty and tired, and his consciousness was a little confused.

When he saw the bowl of sugar water that could almost smell sweet, he whispered thank you, then reached out to take it——

Dong Ling originally wanted to feed him, but when he saw Ji Zhaixing's movements, he paused slightly.

Ji Zhaixing cast a puzzled look, as if asking: Why didn't you give it to him?

The man sighed lowly, how could he be stared at by such eyes that seemed to have snatched the young master's candy, chose to compromise, and passed the spoon over.

You can't let go of the bowl, after all, the bottom of the bowl is surprisingly hot, I'm afraid the young master's hand will turn red when touched.

Fortunately, young master Ji, who was a little confused now, didn't care about it, just bent down with Dong Ling, and drank the brown sugar water little by little from the tableware handed to him.And Dong Ling got closer and closer, almost touching his forehead with Ji Jiexing.

The breath seemed to be intertwined, and when Young Master Ji raised his eyes, he could meet Dong Ling's face.The infinite softness in the man's eyes embellished the mask of madness very well. It seemed that if he got closer, he could touch the soft spot on the boy's face with his lips.

But in the end, Dong Ling didn't do anything. Instead, he was in a good mood and watched Ji Zaixing lick up the last bit of sugar water, and closed his eyes heavily.

Dong Ling took the opportunity to touch the boy's black hair, his hands were soft and cold.

Ji Zhaoxing didn't struggle this time.

"Are you tired?" Dong Ling lowered his head and asked him gently.

The servants who were waiting by the side looked like empty puppets who had lost their sanity, their heads bowed without saying a word. Only at this moment did the terrifying silence in this villa appear.

Ji Zhaoxing naturally did not respond.

So Dong Ling smiled and revealed a deeper thought.

"So today, can you rest with me?" The smile on his lips became more gentle, "Sleep with me. Huh?"

The only response to him was the sound of quiet and gentle breathing.

So this time Dong Ling picked him up and took the boy into his arms as he wished.

It was only at this time that I realized that under the slender figure of Young Master Ji, his body was slightly thin due to his height rising too fast, and he could hardly pinch a handful of flesh.But leaning in his arms, his body is soft, and the legs held in the arms are more slender and well-proportioned, as white as snow, hanging down helplessly as if they could be picked by anyone at will.

"How did you get so skinny?"

Dong Ling's voice was slightly sarcastic—to the Ji family.Somewhat angrily thought, if he can't take care of it, just give it to him.

When Dong Ling put Ji Zhaixing on the bed, he stared for a long time before covering his body and legs with the thin blanket.

He sighed in great distress.

want to lock.

I want to lock the boy here.

But he was too greedy, and what he wanted was not just a body.Therefore, for the sake of a deeper desire, he carefully endured, approaching step by step, and intruding into the young man's line of defense bit by bit.Almost more effort and patience were used than in revenge.

After barely audible whispers.Dong Ling's figure changed slightly, his body bones were raised a bit, and something was released from the inside of his body more recklessly.A more toned and slender body squatted at the head of the boy's bed, and the black robe hung down, just enough to cover that extremely tall head.

"Dong Ling".

In other words, Feng Jieling.

He stared at the sleeping boy with the most impeccable gentle expression.Only at this moment, does it appear to be a little slack, full of indulgent desires.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Feng Jieling frowned slightly.

For the evil spirit, this is far more difficult to solve than his revenge.

The black aura pulled away from him, and wrapped around the boy's snow-white wrist, exploring the most secret dream to his heart's content.

Feng Jieling saw a familiar face.

"Feng Cheng, Feng Shengui, Feng Yuyou, Sang Jining...are these people right?" He muttered to himself.Record the source of Ji Zhaixing's worries, those celestial masters who couldn't wait to show their evil intentions at the art exhibition, and recorded them bit by bit.

"They really haven't changed, they don't have a long memory at all."

The evil ghost said very gently, but his eyes were full of madness.He lightly touched the boy's wrist with his hand, the place where he touched was extremely soft, and pinched away the wisp of black air with one hand, Feng Jieling's lips slightly rubbed against the wrist, as if imprinting an extremely pious kiss.

"The request in the dream should be considered a request."

He muttered to himself.

Then he repeated what he said to Ji Zhaixing that day.

—No matter what, I will help you.

In exchange, I will trade you.

The evil spirit whispered slyly.

"Exchange established."

·

When Ji Zhuixing woke up, it was already eleven o'clock.The good biological clock made it the first time for him to sleep until close to noon, so he rarely felt a splitting headache and the feeling that his waist and limbs were weak from sleep. Lying on the bed, the first thought when he returned to consciousness was whether he was up. class.

Fortunately, there is no class scheduled for the Chinese language major this morning.

It was only later that he realized that the bone-soft feeling was not due to staying up all night, but a certain kind of weakness caused by disposing of hundreds of ghosts in a row last night.

As the memories of last night came back little by little, Ji Zhuixing couldn't remember what happened yesterday to make him fall asleep without any memory, but the sweet taste still lingered on the tip of his tongue.

Did he stay at Dong Ling's residence?

Thinking so, Ji Zhaixing sat up, his bones were still a little sore, and a thin quilt slipped from his shoulders.Young master Ji rolled up his black hair that seemed to have grown a bit longer, and gathered it in a bunch at random. Because the black hair was too slippery, it even slipped out of his fingertips, making this simple movement very difficult.

Looks like he's going to cut it.When Ji Zhaixing was thinking this way, he finally noticed the person sitting on the chair beside the bed, who clearly had a strong sense of presence, but he didn't notice it——

The hair that had been tied with difficulty fell apart again.

Ji Zhaoxing was a little speechless.

Startled: "Why are you here?"

Feng Jieling, who had already woken up a long time ago, acted as if he had just been woken up, stood up from the soft and luxurious place—but after all, it was just a chair, relaxed his muscles and bones, and looked extremely innocent and soft: "This is Why can't my room be here?"

Ji Zhaixing paused and changed the way of asking.

"I mean, why am I here?"

Patriarch Dong said with a smile: "Young Master Ji, don't you remember?"

"You didn't seem to be in a good spirit after finishing those paintings yesterday, so I kindly invited the young master to rest in the villa..." He sighed: "But you insist on sleeping in the master bedroom."

Ji Zhaixing: "?"

Dong Ling continued: "I had no choice but to bring the young master to the master bedroom. But I found out later that you didn't want to sleep in the master bedroom, but insisted on sleeping with me, and even pulled my sleeves, begging... ...This adjective is indeed a bit exaggerated, the young master can just understand it. In short, you don't want me to leave, but you want me to accompany you. I can only stay because of my soft heart. "

The man smiled authentically, and could not fault the slightest in terms of etiquette.

"Of course, I don't want to take advantage of the young master, so in a hurry, I can only sleep on the recliner next to the bed and rest for a night."

Dong Ling pointed to the chair on which he stood up, with a helpless expression: "It's very hard here."

Ji Zhaixing: "?"

Although Young Master Ji couldn't recall the specific scene of last night, he always felt that the man was lying.