After the death of the master, the rebels treated me in the crematorium [Transmigration Book]

The jade chopsticks turned into powder in his hands.

Chiyu's eyes were heavy, and he kneaded his fingers nervously, very dissatisfied:

"Where does he deserve to follow you?"

Fang Xingjian picked up the tea, put aside the foam and took a sip, calmly replied: "I have my own considerations."

Chi Yu retorted: "He is not very old, and he has no cultivation base. Following you will only hinder you."

Fang Xingjian said nothing, just put the tea set back on the table.

What he decides, he doesn't need to ask the opinions of others.

Axi didn't expect Fang Xingjian to agree so readily, and was stunned on the spot, not knowing how to react.

But Fang Xingjian raised his chin at him from a distance, his eyes hidden under the veil of Mu Yun seemed to be looking at him intently.

With just one movement, Axi instantly woke up.

He searched around, and finally found something he could do. He stared at Fang Xingjian with a smile, and shouted incoherently while stepping back:

"Wow, I'm quite useful. I've been used to serving people since I was a child!"

"Have you finished your tea? I'll pour it for you right away, so you don't need to worry about it..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a muffled sound behind him, as if he had hit a wall of flesh, causing his five senses to tangle with pain.

He rubbed the back of his head, turned his head displeased, the fierce light of the people behind him was about to shoot through him.

The man growled ferociously, and the saliva flew all over the sky:

"Boy, are you courting death?"

Moxiu was tall, so he immediately grabbed Axi by the neck, picked him up like a chicken, and cursed:

"You can't see these tricks, Master Xiong, so why keep them?"

Moxiu didn't spare any strength, he lifted his legs half a meter off the ground, his red pupils almost popped out, the force restraining his neck was getting stronger and stronger, the air was thin, and his head was swollen.

Is he dying?

I haven't had time to make tea for Brother Fang...

With a bang, the hidden weapon flew onto Moxiu's forearm.

Moxiu's hands numb, and Axi in his hand fell to the ground. He hurriedly pulled his neck to breathe hard, coughing so much that he wanted to spit out his lungs.

Moxiu held his wrist and turned back and forth, his nose muscles twitched, and a fierce light shot at Fang Xingjian.

This person was a bit weird, the chopsticks that flew over had no magic energy, but hit his vital gate with incomparable precision.

The demon cultivators who were eating at the side didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and there were also provocations from the troublemakers with a smile.

"Brother Xiong, you can't do it, how can a blind man let you go?"

"Hahaha, you don't understand, Brother Xiong really likes the appearance of that blind man, he's showing his affection!"

"Show favor or show weakness? Don't tell me Brother Xiong can't beat the blind man!"

There was chatter and laughter in the hall, only the faces of the few people in the center were tense.

Chiyu stared at a group of people not far away, his eyes were cold as if he was looking at a corpse, his hands clattered, and the devilish energy almost condensed into reality, surrounding him.

Anyone who insults my brother should die.

The cold hand was suddenly covered with heat, he was stunned, and realized that it was Fang Xingjian's hand.

Fang Xingjian didn't know when he came to him, he listened carefully to the movement in front of him, his hand was still tightly pressed on the back of Chiyu's hand.

He said in a deep voice, "Don't move. I don't want to cause a commotion here."

Chiyu's hands were tender and uninjured, but Fang Xingjian's palms were full of hard calluses and new soft flesh from the wound.

He didn't know what to think of, and he drooped his head like a wilted cabbage after being poured a bucket of cold water.The demonic energy dissipated in an instant, and he let out a muffled hum.

Axi can't die yet, Fang Xingjian still has some problems to understand.

He also doesn't want to fight here, it doesn't matter if he wins or loses, but if Gong Wuyou is hidden by Ruojunzi in another place,

That's a headache.

Fang Xingjian stood up, walked around a table of delicacies, walked up to Moxiu, and lightly kicked Axi who was lying on the ground with his toes to make sure he was still alive.

The tone was light: "A Xi is ignorant and accidentally bumped into you. I apologize to you on his behalf."

Moxiu snorted and threatened fiercely:

"Since you want to pay for it, then pay for it with your life!"

Thick palms as big as cattail fans came straight to the door!

Fang Xingjian remained motionless, the wind of his palm brushed in front of him, and the fine bangs on his forehead fluttered.

However, before he touched the tip of the opponent's nose, the sudden coercion pinned him to the ground, and the iron chains climbing up from the ground bound his limbs, making him unable to move!

Moxiu still wanted to struggle and roared angrily.

Until one person suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

The noisy restaurant was instantly silent, and needles could be heard.

The people who came just released their coercion, which made everyone unable to lift their heads.

A magnetic command fell:

"okay."

Chiyu's golden eyes stood in a straight line, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look at him gloomyly, like a tiger in the deep forest breaking into the hunting range of a giant anaconda.

The one who came was the strongest demon cultivator in Wanchao City, the city lord Jin Chi.

Jin Chi's dress is elegant and generous, even like a gentleman from a scholarly family, with grace in every frown and smile.

He politely nodded at Fang Xingjian, and explained:

"I offended you so much today, I'll take this meal as my invitation, and I'll make a small apology."

Fang Xingjian raised his brows. This person came unexpectedly, and his spiritual sense was a little tingling. No need to check, he is at least at the Mahayana level or above.

Ever since I came to Demon Realm, I haven't met many normal people.It's common to see people who kill when they open their mouths and shut their mouths. It's easy to find a reasonable one, which makes him a little uncomfortable.

Both powerful and reasonable, he is simply the ideal enemy of sword repairers.

Fang Xingjian didn't shirk with him, nodded, and replied frankly:

"Thank you for your understanding."

He turned around and wanted to leave, but the other party wanted to keep him.

"Your Excellency is probably not from Wanchao City, would you like to come to the mansion to sit for a while?"

Fang Xingjian was a little strange, but still refused: "No need, we still have important things to do, thank you for the invitation."

Jin Chi was unmoved, still put on a smile, and said gently:

"To be honest, Your Excellency and I hit it off immediately. If you are free in the future, the City Lord's Mansion will open the door for you at any time."

"Just don't know how to call it?"

Fang Xingjian stopped suddenly, his heart faintly excited, so this is the rumored strongest demon cultivator?

Looks like an interesting opponent.

"Fang Xingjian."

Jin Chi nodded, murmured in his mouth, and didn't stop a few people anymore, waiting for them to leave freely.

It's just that when he was going out, the shining golden pupil glanced at him, and the threat was beyond words.

Jin Chi smiled, it was actually the same kind.

It turns out that lunatics like them have similar preferences.

People around were bent their necks under the coercion, not daring to breathe, until the old servant beside Jin Chi asked in a deep voice:

"Are you going to loose his iron ring?"

The Demon Cultivator on the ground moved twice at the right time, his head was sweating, unexpectedly he almost hurt the person the city lord liked.

However, he has been born and died for Jin Chi for so many years, so he has some credits and feelings, and the city lord should let him go.

Otherwise, the other brothers will definitely be disappointed.

Jin Chi took a step forward, opened the white fan to fan the wind lightly, the smile on his lips was still on his face, and the coercion was withdrawn immediately.

But everyone in the field didn't dare to move at all, they still waited for Jin Chi to get out quickly with their necks stuck.

They are all perverted and violent demon cultivators, who can beat their heads to death if they disagree with each other, but they dare not make any mistakes when facing Shang Jinchi.

Jin Chi recalled that person's bright red lips and pure white eye veil, and he didn't know if his limbs were bound on the couch, or if he still had this haughty appearance.For a moment, my heart felt a little itchy, and my smile deepened.

"Kill it, it's annoying to watch."

Like talking about the weather.

Jin Chi walked out of the restaurant slowly, the moonlight sprinkled on him softly, he hadn't been this happy for a long time.

He chewed on the name, and the smile didn't reach his eyes.

I just don't know how long it will keep him happy.

The demon cultivators in the arena gasped, their faces pale.They are all nobles with names and surnames, facing the oppression of Jin Chi's absolute power, they dare not have the slightest dissent.

Jin Chi was crazy in his bones, violent and bloodthirsty, all wrapped up in an elegant skin.

If Moxiu is a rolling river, then the Golden Pond is a pool of still water, bottomless and full of black mud.

If you fall into the river, you still have a chance to swim out, but if you fall into the slippery, bottomless deep pool, you can only struggle and watch yourself die.

Jin Chi is too good at playing with people's hearts, giving you a little hope, but will make you despair in an instant.

No one wanted to confront him.

In other words, all the people who met were dead.

This restaurant is also very good, the decoration is all good, but Chiyu only booked two rooms.

Fang Xingjian didn't care about it, and even thought it could be more economical, just squeeze the three of them into one room.

Of course she was rejected by Akadama.

He poured himself a cup of tea and asked:

"What are you going to tell me?"

Chiyu blinked, her eyelashes drooped like crow feathers, concealing the strong lust in her eyes, and said softly: "Didn't my brother want to know about Gong Wuyou?"

Fang Xingjian put down his teacup, nodded, and waited for his next words.

Seeing his serious appearance, his words stuck in his throat for a while, but he is just a stinky fish that can't transform, I don't know why my brother cares so much.

But he still told everything he knew.

Fang Xingjian frowned more and more as he listened, his voice fell silent for a while, but he didn't come back to himself. After thinking about it for a while, the tea was cold.

He finally spoke, Chi asked:

"This little fish, because he likes Ruojun, is he unwilling to go back?"

Chiyu let out a muffled hum.

Fang Xingjian rubbed his chin, and said again: "No, if the gentleman is not a succubus? The house is full of his furnaces, how could Gong Wuyou fall in love with him?"

"Take a step back, even if you like it, Gong Wuyou can still be his Taoist partner in a serious manner, why should you wrong yourself to be a concubine?"

Fang Xingjian has no experience in love, so he must say what he likes, the most serious thing is that he likes his sword, he carries it behind his back every day, and talks to him when he is free, to connect with him.

How can a sword cultivator be willing to lend his long sword to others!

Thinking of this, Fang Xingjian frowned, and asked tentatively: "If you liked someone, would you be willing to give them up?"

Chiyu lowered his eyes, took a shallow breath, and the smell of Fang Xingjian filled his heart.

The bitterness in my heart is slightly sweet.

He replied: "No."

Fang Xingjian nodded, this is what ordinary people think.As for that little fish, I'm afraid he can only force her to go back to Xijin City.

Chiyu stared at Mu Yunsha in front of him, a little dazed, the sourness in his heart came back, and he was a little envious of his brother.

I envy him that he can't remember anything.

He kept kneading his fingertips to suppress the irritability in his heart.

Hand over to others?

If he has a skin he likes, he can kill that person to change his face.

As long as he stays by his side, even if he is a servant of the cauldron, Chiyu will be content with it.