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

Chiyu allocated another room to Gong Wuyou, but she and Fang Xingjian were still squeezed into one.

The night is very quiet, the lights are crackling.

Chiyu lay on the couch in the outer room, opened his eyes suddenly, the golden pupils glowed faintly in the dark night.

He got up from the couch and quietly walked to Fang Xingjian's bed.

Fang Xingjian's spiritual sense is very keen, but if someone with a higher cultivation level wants to hide it, he will not be able to perceive the existence of the other party.

Just like now, Chiyu's fingertips have already landed on his brows, gently rubbing away his slightly frowning brows, and he can't catch the other party's actions.

The wind was blowing outside, the lights were flickering, and the pale yellow light was imprinted on Chiyu's face.

The face is like a crown jade, the golden pupils are shining, and the two dimples are shallow, sweet and soft, pure and gentle like a child.

His gaze followed his fingertips, all the way from Fang Xingjian's brow, across the tall nose bridge, to his soft and bright red lips, and he retracted it with just a touch.

He didn't want to insult his brother.

Neither will it.

Fang Xingjian seemed to be having a nightmare. In the dream, he was also clutching the bed quilt tightly. The scars on his knuckles were very shallow, which seemed to be old injuries from a long time ago.

Falling into a pair of golden eyes, it disturbed his thousands of emotions.

The night is dark, but time is running out.

Chiyu squatted down obediently and docilely, leaning against the bed and looking at Fang Xingjian by candlelight, his breath was entangled, and his heart softened into a puddle of water.

He supported the side of the bed, stood up suddenly, leaned down/body, and gently pressed his forehead against the forehead of Xingjian above, with the tip of his nose only half an inch apart.

The slightly cool body temperature touched the warm body, and in the quiet room where the smell of needles could be heard, only his low chuckle echoed.

Fang Xingjian was awakened by crackling cries.

The little fish next door cried loudly, causing his head to hurt from the noise, so he had to pack up and go out to have a look.

The door to the side room opened.

A Xi stood in front of the table and coaxed him: "If you don't like it, I'll give you another bowl, okay? Don't cry, can you, sister?"

Gong Wuyou was sitting on the couch, with a table of delicate and delicious breakfast in front of him, he didn't move a mouthful, only cared about crying with envy.

It has to be said that Gong Wuyou is indeed an extremely beautiful woman. Her silver hair is slightly curly and scattered on her shoulders, her skin is white and dotted with blue-gold fish scales, and her long tail is also shimmering. She is indeed a beauty in the sea.

But Fang Xingjian couldn't see it, and all the spring light had faded away, so he only coughed twice and asked:

"what happened?"

Gong Wuyou cried pitifully, did not speak, just stared at Axi with pitiful eyes, as if condemning his mistake.

Axi's head was sweating anxiously, how did he know that the porridge was made of fish slices? He was busy bringing food to the aunt, fearing that she would offend Big Brother Fang because she was hungry.

Ah Xi hasn't moved yet!

"Oh, it's mine, I brought a bowl of fish porridge to the girl, and the girl said that cannibalism is not allowed..."

Hearing this, Fang Xingjian raised his eyebrows, looked at Gong Wuyou with his spiritual sense, and asked bluntly:

"What do you eat in the sea if you don't eat fish? Kelp?"

Gong Wuyou cried even louder.

A Xi hurriedly washed the veil for her and handed it to her.

"Don't cry. Chiyu has been imprisoned. Even if you want to be called Ruojunzi, your voice won't be heard in this room."

How could Fang Xingjian not understand this girl's plan, she just wanted to use the excuse to attract Ruojun.

She disappeared for a whole night, and I'm afraid the outside world is looking for it.

Gong Wuyou choked for a moment, but stopped crying, she blinked her long eyelashes, and thought of another idea.

Jiao Zong threatened: "Anyway, anyway, I don't care, I haven't eaten for two days, and it will take several days to go back to the city. If you take me back with a dead body, look, Gong Xiangdi is giving you the demon pill." Or send you to your death."

Fang Xingjian stood in front of her, and without getting angry, he asked calmly:

"What do you want to eat?"

He was not interested in torturing the captives, nor did he want to be tormented by the captives' cries. If it was a simple thing, he would just buy it for her.

Gong Wuyou's azure blue eyes rolled around, and the princess pie was brought out in an instant, and she raised her chin:

"I don't like these things, I want to eat the pastries in Winter Workshop."

Dongrifang is an ordinary dim sum shop in Wanchao City, but it is owned by Ruojunzi.

This guy has her golden beads on his body, if a gentleman is around, he will definitely be able to detect this smell.

You can save yourself!

Gong Wuyou waited for Fang Xingjian's refusal, and had already thought about how to mess around to get him to agree, but unexpectedly, the man in front of him curled his lips.

Gong Wuyou's blue pupils shrank slightly, and she actually felt a little itchy in her heart.

When Fang Xingjian wasn't smiling, it was a high mountain, it was chillingly cold, and he had no intention of getting close.

But when he smiled, he was more alluring than Ruojunzi's chalcedony fragrance, like the most beautiful peony with dewdrops in the green bushes.

Just waiting for someone to pick it.

"Okay." He readily agreed.

Gong Wuyou only felt that he was insane, and for a moment he couldn't bear to let him be caught by Ruojunzi, he stretched out his hand forward, and then paused in the air.

A Xi hurriedly wiped his hands on his body, and followed Fang Xingjian like a tail.

Fang Xingjian reached out and tapped his forehead, stopped his movement, pointed to the food on the table, and said:

"Things can't be wasted, you eat it."

Seeing his serious expression, A Xi could only scratch his head and quickly sat down at the table, yelling voraciously:

"I'll come right after I finish eating. Brother Fang, wait for me. It's okay if I get lost!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door closed, and he didn't know if Fang Xingjian heard it.

The hotel owner explained that Dongrifang was not far ahead, so Fang Xingjian walked along the street.Only then did I realize that the surrounding shops are all exquisitely decorated, and it seems to be one of the bustling streets in the city.

Mu Yunsha covered half of his face, making him look like an ordinary demon cultivator doing nothing.

As soon as he thought about it, there was a noise in front of him, which happened to block his way.

People around are consciously avoiding it, but the people in the middle are more prominent.

The passers-by whispered to each other:

"It's Jinheng again?"

"Yeah, the city lord is good at everything, why is he doting on the child so much and making him look like this!"

"Tch - Jin Heng is not the son of the city lord, dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and children of mice can make holes..."

The other person tightly covered his mouth, looked left and right before lowering his voice and said:

"Don't talk nonsense! If this word reaches Jin Heng's ears, your whole family, young and old, don't want to run away!"

"Jin Heng has only one father, Jin Chi."

A loud curse overwhelmed the chirping of the crowd.

In the center surrounded by the crowd, a man with star eyebrows and sword eyes stepped on the ground hard on the demon cultivator's chest, holding a beautiful demon cultivator by his hand, and said dirty words:

"I don't care if she is your fiancée or not, the woman my master likes, even if she is your mother, I have to get her back to play with!"

Instead, he lost his heroic face in vain.

The underground Demon Cultivator's eyes were red with hatred, but his strength was not as good as Jin Heng's, so he could only roar, "Nuan'er, run! Even if I give this life today, I won't let you be taken away by him!"

Jin Heng is used to bullying men and women, and he is no stranger to this kind of drama, and even enjoys it.

So what about the beloved fiancée you put in your palm?

He laughed loudly, and the dog legs beside him quickly stepped forward and tied Moxiu tightly, gagged his mouth, and made him crawl with his chest on the ground, only looking up at Jin Heng.

Jin Heng spat and threatened: "Don't say you can't beat me, even if you can beat me, are you still better than my father?"

He raised the chin of the demon cultivator next to him, glanced lightly, and said mockingly:

"I've also gotten tired of playing with succubus recently, otherwise, how could this bland rabbit catch my eyes?" He raised his eyebrows and taunted, "Why don't I pay you back when I've had enough fun."

The dog legs laughed and persuaded:

"Who doesn't know that Mr. Jin likes people with big breasts and thin waists. You, a little rabbit demon, can enter the city lord's mansion. This is your chance!"

"I haven't grasped the opportunity well, maybe I can break through and ascend!"

"Hey, after Mr. Jin finished playing, I will send her back in person. She looks quite attractive."

The rabbit demon was so frightened that he was trembling with tears, covering his mouth and waving at his childhood sweetheart.

— just let them go, or you'll die too.

There is also an unfamiliar demon cultivator from the outer city next to him. Seeing Jin Heng's rampant behavior, he wants to try his best.

It's just that before the magic energy came out of the body, it was pressed down by the person next to it.

"A dead fellow doesn't die a poor one, don't you understand the truth?"

"If you want to die, don't involve us. Last time someone moved Jin Heng's new favorite, and even a group of people were executed."

"Jin Chi looked at him like he was looking at the eyeballs, hitting a stone with an egg, how many heads do you have?"

Laughter, crying, shouting, rustling, the noise made Fang Xingjian's ears hurt.

Fang Xingjian didn't have the heart to care about these people's troubles, after all, it was all the grievances of their demon cultivators.

He squeezed through the crowd and walked towards the Winter Square not far away.

Before it was too late, a long sword flashing with cold light rushed to Jin Heng's chest.

In desperation, Jin Heng could only cross his arms in front of his chest. The flying sword was so powerful that it knocked him back several steps.

After finally standing still, there was a tingling pain in his arm, his hands trembling in disbelief, and the scarlet color pierced his eyes.

With a gloomy face, he tightly covered the scar on his arm and said nothing, making everyone around him dumbfounded.

Troy was beaten?

Jin Heng was beaten! !

Jin Heng has a city lord father.His father loved him in every possible way, but there was only one thing, Jin Chi would never allow any scars on Jin Heng's body.

When he was young, he was not sensible, and he went out to fight with people, and his nose bleeds from the fight.

When he returned to the City Lord's Mansion, he wanted to complain to Jin Chi and ask his father to beat him back.

Jin Heng was bleeding from the nose, his chubby hands were full of cuts from stones, and he complained miserably to the golden pond on the main hall.

But after he finished complaining, Jin Chi didn't comfort him softly as usual, but just glanced at him coldly.

In the empty hall, there were only him and the city lord Jin Chi.

At that moment, Jin Heng realized that his father seemed to have murderous intentions.

He wanted to kill himself.

His limbs were icy cold, his blood seemed to be congealed, the cold sweat on his back was blown by the wind, and his spine was frozen stiff.

However, Jin Chi didn't move him until the end, as if that gloomy look was Jin Heng's illusion.

But only Jin Heng knew that it was not an illusion, he touched his father's bottom line.

He couldn't remember what happened after that, he just hurt his little friend, and those who had anything to do with him were all killed.

And he was kept in a dark room until his wounds healed.

Jin Heng's teeth were trembling, and he no longer dared to imagine the feeling of a dark room, like tarsal maggots, with a chilling killing intent.

The rabbit demon next to him snatched Moxiu who was tied into rice dumplings on the ground, and fled far away, and Jin Heng didn't care about it.

He just looked in the direction in which the long sword flew.

Everyone looked over with him.

At the end of the long street is Dongrifang, the sweet smell of freshly baked pastries permeates, the wind blows the man's bamboo green clothes, and he stands coldly in the middle of the street.

It seems to be an enemy of the world.