Junior brother is always breaking down

"Hey! Ye Jiuli! This time I want to see where you are going!"

"Run! Why don't you run?!"

"Haha! Unexpectedly, the rookie demon cultivator who is rumored to kill people without blinking an eye, turned out to be a little boy with no hair on his face!"

"Hey, how do you know that people's hair is not fully grown? Have you seen it?"

"a ha ha ha……"

In the crowded box, more than a dozen burly men giggled, and the murderous intent in the cloudy eyes gradually became colored when they cursed and provoked.

The young man stuck in the box was only about 20 years old. In the cultivation world, this age is indeed like a hairy child.

Moreover, this young man is not only young, but also looks quite fresh and delicious.

I saw that although he was dressed in a dark black outfit that was torn and stained with blood, it did not reduce his elegance at all, but made it more evil and charming.

He has obviously gone through no less than a hundred life-and-death battles. If you look carefully, you will find that he is not wearing a black robe, but his original white clothes are soaked in blood, but he has never had a chance to change them. Therefore, he has gradually changed. It has become a dark purple color.

The young man's name was Ye Jiuli. Although he was standing there calmly, with a faint smile on his lips, anyone who knew him well knew that - this man had already blown his hair!dry!Don't provoke me!

It wasn't the nasty jokes of the chaser that annoyed him, and it wasn't the endless chases that made him disgusted. It was just that these people came too frequently, which made him, a clean person, have no time to change. Put on a clean dress!

This is more unbearable than cutting him alive with a knife!

"You..." Ye Jiuli raised his eyes to look at those big men, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and the line of his lips was a little straight: "Can you roll away for a while, let me change clothes?"

"This seat? Haha! This little boy dares to call himself this seat?! It's so ridiculous!"

The leader burst out laughing immediately.

"Tsk tsk! Boss! Can't you understand this! It must be that this kid is desperate and ready to sacrifice his ass to please him, so he needs to clean up and dress up, ah ha ha ha... ah!"

The bearded man hadn't finished laughing, but his head had already dropped.

Everyone looked at the young man who had approached before their eyes at some point, and frowning back to the distance in the blink of an eye, their scalps felt numb in an instant—this is killing God!It's really not easy to mess with!But a negligence, and his head was chopped off!

"Ye Jiuli! How dare you kill my brother!" The leader roared viciously, and rushed up to Ye Jiuli.

Behind him, a group of brothers rushed up more and more fiercely.

"Kill your brother?" Ye Jiuli chuckled, raised the rusty long sword in his hand, and slashed one of the rushing people in half!

Blood was spilled on everyone, but Ye Jiuli, who was supposed to be extremely exhausted and on the verge of death, was still as vigorous as a god of hell, and the dozen or so of them could only barely move too much on him Only three holes!Still at the price of annihilation!

The last person fell unwillingly and was pushed by Ye Jiuli.

The man's sword pierced through his shoulder armor, and he remained expressionless, as cold as if the one who was pierced was not himself.

Everyone who has seen Ye Jiuli's posture suspect that he is actually a puppet corpse that was lucky to retain his sanity. The pain it brings is worse than this kind of injury, making life worse than death.

It's just a few stabs, compared with fetal poison, it's just drizzle.

It's just that there are many bleeding holes on his body, which affects his mood after all.

Ye Jiuli frowned and sprinkled the medicine powder on the wound, and tore off his upper body clothes expressionlessly, walking forward slowly with only a pair of trousers on.

Suddenly, his footsteps paused slightly, his eyes were a bit cold: "Since it's hidden, why do you want to come out?"

No one answered him, what responded to him was the sound of pattering footsteps, and then something grabbed his pants.

Ye Jiuli looked down and couldn't help laughing.

"It turned out to be a group."

He stretched out his hand and pinched the child's cheeks, obviously the child was already starving and skinny, but the hand felt surprisingly good, and it didn't belong to the hair balls he had picked up.

Ye Jiuli had a rare patience, looked at the legs hugging her, looked up at her child, and rubbed the soft hair on the top of his head.

"Don't come out next time, be careful of being slaughtered, and make it into meatball soup."

Even comfort and advice, he can speak so darkly.

Surprisingly, the child was not afraid. Instead, he stretched out his hand and touched his waist bit by bit. Before touching the wound, he stopped cautiously, and then looked at him timidly.

Ye Jiuli couldn't help laughing again, this little thing was the first human being who touched his waist and hadn't broken his neck yet.

He pinched the child's hand with two fingers, and couldn't help but squeeze it—the feel of the hand was still just right for him to like, it was soft, but a little hard, obviously very thin, but attractive, let People can't help but want to make him rounder, because the effect should be better when pinched that way.

"Does it hurt?"

The child looked a little dazed, and when he looked up at Ye Jiuli, Ye Jiuli's shadow was all in those big black pupils, making one feel like being bitten by a small thing and forever There will be no feeling of letting go.

"It hurts." Ye Jiuli couldn't help teasing him: "But if you smile and poke the dimple for me, it won't hurt anymore."

He clearly committed a crime of bad taste. This child has suffered a serious crime at first glance. After a big change, he is skinny and his emotions are stiff. How can he laugh?Still dimpled out of laughter to poke him?

However, what surprised him was that the child stared at him blankly for a while, and then actually smiled, with a slight dimple, even though he smiled very forcedly and stiffly, it was Ye Jiu The ugliest and most fake smile I have ever seen.

"Now, does it still hurt?"

The child bent his mouth and looked at Ye Jiuli seriously, his black grape-like pupils were full of earnestness and stubbornness.

Ye Jiuli poked his finger lightly at the corner of his mouth, and for some reason, he laughed sincerely for the third time.

"Well, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Just poke it and it won't hurt.

Really.