Bend that ghost

Wen Zhijiang walked through the door roughly, and smelled a corpse smell as soon as he entered, he frowned, and then saw Feng Jing curled up in the corner, slightly surprised.

Feng Jing in his impression was gentle and elegant, an elegant man who could not show his emotions or anger.The unshaven drunk man in front of him really didn't have the slightest image.

The two looked at each other, Feng Jing's face was bloodless, her eyes were blue and black, she was holding the wine bottle like a drug addict, she squinted slightly as if wondering who the person in front of her was, and muttered: "Get out... get out! roll!"

Wen Zhijiang, who was ordered to leave the guest before he could speak, was silent for a few seconds, then turned his head suddenly to look at the other wall, a golden light suddenly appeared in his hand, and suddenly formed a circle of light to enclose the shadow in it, and said coldly: " who are you?!"

The slender girl-like shadow remained motionless, let Wen Zhijiang be trapped in a daze, without responding, just embedded in the wall, like a mural painted on the wall.

Wen Zhijiang looked sideways at Feng Jing who was so drunk that he couldn't get up, he couldn't help but frowned, probably he couldn't ask anything from Feng Jing, he glanced at the raised bed, the corpse breath was coming from the bed.

As soon as she lifted her foot to see what was on the bed, a calf pendant suddenly appeared on her leg.Wen Zhijiang looked back and saw Feng Jing holding his calf tightly, with fierce eyes and vague words: "You...what are you doing?! Who are you?! Get out! Immediately! Get out!!"

"..." Wen Zhijiang was silent. Feng Jing, who was drunk, was very similar to Feng Zhen. They really were brothers, and their painting styles were so unique. He said slowly, "Mr. Feng."

Feng Jing didn't respond, she stared at Wen Zhijiang very stubbornly, and soon her sight became a little loose, and then suddenly refocused, like a vicious little beast guarding its territory.

Wen Zhijiang pursed his lips, forgiving him for not being able to treat this person as an adult, and he tried to slow down his tone: "That... President Feng, let me go first?"

What does it mean to hug his leg like that?The scene was once very embarrassing.

"Get out!" Feng Jing repeated, almost biting her own tongue.

Wen Zhijiang was helpless, pointing to his tightly hugged legs, "Since you told me to get out, why don't you let me go first? Do you want to go out with me?!"

Feng Jing was silent for a while, half understanding, then slowly let go of her hand, very cooperative.

Wen Zhijiang took a tentative step towards the bed, and then the calf pendant hung back automatically, Feng Jing stubbornly repeated: "Get out!"

"...Okay, okay." Wen Zhijiang responded repeatedly, repeating the previous procedure, "You let me go, and I'll go out."

Feng Jing thought for a few more seconds, then let go of her hand again in doubt.

Wen Zhijiang could tell that as long as he wanted to get close to this bed, Feng Jing would rush forward involuntarily.He tentatively took a step towards the door, as expected, Feng Jing didn't move, staring at him, as if to say why don't you go out.

Wen Zhijiang, who succeeded in probing, walked towards the door decisively, and then pulled it away very naturally, but did not go out. Instead, he took a step back and tore off the charm on the door, and calmly said: "You guys come in first."

"..." Unknown Feng Jing came to his senses, and immediately wanted to pounce on Wen Zhijiang again, but this time he hugged another person's calf.

Lu Li stood in front of Wen Zhijiang, looking down at his own leg pendant, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "...No, what's going on? Second Young Master Feng, what's wrong with your brother?!"

As soon as he entered the door, he saw this guy rushing towards his little boyfriend. As a boyfriend, Lu Li couldn't bear it, and immediately stood in front of him. Unexpectedly, he got a lap pendant that was comparable to a husky.

For a while, I was very dazed.

Feng Zhen was also very silent. Looking at his brother who was drunk and mentally retarded, he said deeply: "My brother never drinks outside, that's it...when he drinks, he will... show his true colors."

The feigned gentleness will be revealed, revealing this childish and psychedelic appearance.So much so that no matter what occasion Mr. Feng attends, he will definitely only have a few drinks, not a big drink.

Some people really can't exercise their drinking capacity, such as Mr. Feng, no matter how much they drink, it's the same.

Wen Zhijiang said softly: "If you don't let him go, he won't be able to get out."

Sure enough, Feng Jing fell for the trick again and let Lu Li go silently, as if waiting for him to walk out.

Everyone: "..."

Feng Zhen's complexion also changed, and he couldn't bear to look directly at him, and thought: "Brother, it's probably not the first time that Master Wen has shown such a skillful posture, why are you so worthless..."

The five Taoists looked at Headmaster Wen with great admiration—it was indeed Headmaster Yinshan, who could cure ghosts and piss people off.

Lu Li stood still and didn't move, as if he understood something, he suddenly realized: "The boss of feelings is still controlled by voice? Young master, hurry up, come up with some keywords to make him stay here without moving."

"..." The multi-functional teacher Wen remained silent. Do you really think he is a robot?If you think about the keyword, you can just think about it, even if you think about it, it doesn't matter whether Feng Jing can accept it or not.

In the end, Master Wen choked out a sentence: "Tie him up, shall we?"

There was silence.

Finally, Gu Yun said cautiously: "...It's also a way, tie him up first, and he won't be able to make trouble."

Everyone turned their attention to Feng Zhen in unison, and Lu Liyu said earnestly, "Second Young Master Feng, it's your brother anyway, so you can do it yourself, how about it?"

"...I think my brother will take my skin off." Feng Zhen smiled bluntly, if he really dared to tie up Feng Jing, he might be the first to sacrifice Feng Jing when he regained consciousness.

"Heaven will send a great mission to the people, and they must first work hard on their minds and wills, toil their muscles and bones and starve their bodies." Lu Li chanted a lot, and finally entrusted him with a heavy responsibility: "It's up to you, Second Young Master Feng, don't be afraid. There is Jiang Chen covering you."

"What about you?" Feng Zhen was expressionless.

Lu Li hugged his boyfriend's shoulders with a smile, and said confidently, "Of course I cover my apprentice, don't worry, I can't cover my master and our master teacher? Hurry up, take the rope and finish your brother off." .”

Feng Zhen looked back and saw his brother sitting on the ground with a firm face. He felt an inexplicable sense of guilt. He always felt as if he was going to tie his brother up with a piece of rope, kill him and then dump his body in the wilderness to seize the family property.

It seems that this is the style of painting that a wealthy family should have.

Feng Zhen sighed cowardly, and muttered in his heart: "Brother, I'm sorry for you, but the mastermind is definitely not me, you have to forgive me."

He really has no interest in the Feng family, he just wants to save the world safely, and he doesn't want any family property, the world can learn from it.