Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

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"Why hasn't Master come out for so long?" A pair of slender hands rested on Meng Night's shoulders, and a smiling Ji Qianshan appeared from behind the chair, "I have been waiting for a long time."

Meng Meng only felt a warm brush against her cheek, and saw Ji Qianshan's other hand brushed over his shoulder and pressed it on Fang Yanchu's hand, pulling down the water glass that Fang Yanchu was using to cover his face.A voice sounded beside his ears: "This water is so cold, Master will get sick if he drinks it."

"Bull, brother." Meng Yan couldn't help admiring Ji Qianshan, and secretly gave a thumbs up in his heart.The psychological shadow Fang Yanchu brought to him was too great, which always made him feel a little afraid, so even if he was sitting opposite Fang Yanchu, he still felt afraid.

Seeing that Ji Qianshan dared to take the saint's water cup, and taught the saint not to drink cold water openly, he really felt that no matter who this brother was, he was very powerful.

"I'm waiting for you." Fang Yanchu didn't care about how he was restrained, and put down the water glass with his strength.

The cold water glass made a crisp "click" sound when it was placed on the glass table. Only then did Meng Meng smile with satisfaction when she heard the voice behind her, and then walked around the table and sat next to Fang Yanchu: "Then Master, is the wait in a hurry?" ? Am I late?"

Nightmare's eyeballs were about to drop from the sight, and he thought that he hadn't heard that Mr. Longyou had a hobby of raising a little boy. Where did he get such a brave, good-looking kid?

With a gentle and submissive expression on his face, Ji Qianshan leaned lightly on Fang Yanchu's shoulder, his fine hair rested on the side of Fang Yanchu's neck, his slight trembling caused Fang Yanchu's skin to turn a faint red, under the dim light It makes it more ambiguous.

Ji Qianshan took the water glass from Fang Yanchu's hand, grabbed his palm and warmed it with his body. While warming, he asked with concern: "Master has always been in poor health, so how can I drink cold water? When we get out of the dream, I will go to the hot spring with Master."

Nightmare couldn't help but think of those TV dramas that were popular all over the world in the real world, and nodded secretly in her heart, it's no wonder that there are plots of being rich and raising a bad boy in the dreams of few people, which is really good.Someone brings water when you are thirsty, cooks when you are hungry, fan when it is hot, and warms your hands when it is cold.

Hey, tell me what's so good about being a demon?

Putting so much effort into harming people and working so hard for the great cause of the revival of the demons, isn't it about kicking the iron plate?No matter how awesome the demons are, has there been a saint yet?

Look at people in the world of Taoism, they are practicing small kung fu, pairing with small swords, drinking small wine, and the little girl... er... the little apprentice is waiting.

Look at us again, tsk.

Just as he was lamenting his bad luck, he saw Ji Qianshan raised his head, the corners of his lips gently rubbing Fang Yanchu's temples and ear tips, his sharp and white teeth gnawed at Fang Yanchu's earlobe, and took a small mole into his mouth.A soft voice drifted into his ears: "Master is really worrying."

Be good!Nightmare held his heart in his arms, is it fashionable for masters and apprentices in the monastic world to play like this now?

"You came just in time." Fang Yanchu pulled away Ji Qianshan who was climbing up on him, and put him on the seat, "I have something to do for you, have you ever seen a nightmare?"

"Apprentice is stupid." Ji Qianshan bit his lower lip unwillingly, glanced at Mengyan who was sitting opposite him, shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it yet."

Nightmare felt that his gaze was like a searchlight, and his whole body was swept from the root of his hair to his heels, and half of his hair exploded from the sense of danger like an electric shock.

He almost couldn't help but wanted to jump up and shout: "You are talking nonsense! Look at your eyes, there is clearly a ghost! You have clearly seen a nightmare!"

However, Ji Qianshan's eyes were clever, and when Fang Yanchu looked back, he had returned to his usual clarity and simplicity.Fang Yanchu then pointed to the Nightmare on the opposite side and said, "This is the Nightmare Clan, and he created the space we are in."

"Oh——" Ji Qianshan elongated his voice, and the dangerous eyes returned to Mengyan. He looked at Mengyan and smiled, "It's you who trapped Master in the dream, and I haven't seen Master for so long. ?”

Under such staring eyes, Mengmai felt a lot of pressure.He even faintly felt that the shoulder that Ji Qianshan had just draped began to ache, but soon he discovered that this was not an illusion.

Ji Qianshan left a five-finger imprint on his shoulder, and now this five-finger imprint gradually lights up as if activated.Nightmare only felt a burst of hot air gathered from the cracks in the bones, and a meeting was lively under the skin.After a while he felt a burning pain in his shoulder, pain overwhelming his senses.

He opened his mouth wide and screamed silently.Fingers involuntarily tore at the clothes on the shoulders until the strong material was ripped into strips.

A bright red handprint was branded on Nightmare's shoulder, and red blisters had already appeared on the palm.

"Master, don't look." Ji Qianshan blocked Fang Yanchu's eyes in time, and lightly covered his eyes with his hands to cover up the scene. He whispered in Fang Yanchu's ear, "Master, don't look at other people's eyes, you will It hurts your eyes. If Master really wants to see it, you can read mine, and I will show Master all of it."

"Keep your hands on Qianshan." Fang Yanchu didn't feel sorry for Mengmeng, but he was afraid that Ji Qianshan was not serious, and it would be bad if he killed Mengmai.

"Master always protects these bad guys." He muttered a few words, but Ji Qianshan didn't see what he was doing, Mengyan's screams gradually stopped, and a trace of blood gradually returned to his pale face.

The nightmare was in severe pain, and he didn't care about the cold or heat, so he simply leaned on the back of the chair and took a few breaths: "What kind of spell is this?"

Ji Qianshan withdrew his hand protecting Fang Yanchu, and just casually threw the tissue in his hand to Mengmai.He didn't even give him a glance, but just glanced at Fang Yanchu very shyly: "Master hasn't taught me any spells since I started. This is not a spell, it's just a little trick I secretly pondered."

Good guy, Ji Qianshan blushed secretly as he spoke, if it wasn't for Mengmai who could confirm that his hearing was very good, he would suspect that he had heard "passing the door" as "beginning".

"Such a powerful 'little skill', I have gained my knowledge today." Mengyan said with a wry smile while pressing the red handprint on her shoulder.

"It's really just a trick," Ji Qianshan grinned at him, but the smile was full of malice, "I just heated up the evil spirit in your body, making them active to the extreme, and I can't help but want to run out to play .”

Nightmare is also a demon that has lived for tens of thousands of years, and it can indeed be seen that Ji Qianshan didn't use any complicated spells just now.But it was precisely because of this that he was even more frightened. What a vicious trick this is!

Few people in the demons use this kind of trick to fight against the enemy. One reason is that this trick requires extremely high precision in grasping the power. It is necessary to accurately guide the power in the enemy's body, and to directly issue instructions to the power in the enemy's body beyond the enemy's authority. .

The other is because this move is too damaging, using other people's power to attack others.Those who can do this naturally do not lack the courage and strength to directly confront the enemy.

To put it bluntly, there are only three people in the entire Demon Race who can cause this kind of attack effect on Nightmare.And each of these three people has unique skills, and they can crush Nightmare to death with just a lift of their hands. Nightmare is not worthy of lifting shoes for the three of them.

This trick is only used by the demons to torture the enemy maliciously!

Meng Meng cried loudly in her heart, but said on her mouth: "It is indeed a useful technique."

"Oh," Ji Qianshan sighed, "I can't help it. Master never teaches me spells, so I can only find another way. Who made me feel evil? If I have nothing to do, I will play secretly with evil spirit. It must have achieved some results. Unlike you, there are still people protecting you, and it’s nice to have the Penglai seal on your body.”

He didn't mention Fang Yanchu, but he still couldn't remember it. As soon as he mentioned Fang Yanchu, he remembered: "What did Shang Fuliang ask you to do? He didn't think you could kill me, did he?"

Nightmare felt humiliated.

He resisted with great grief and indignation: "Mr. Longyou thinks that we little people can't kill you anymore? You should know that ants kill elephants. Your strength, Mr. Longyou, is probably sealed. I'm afraid you can't act recklessly like before the disaster of the underworld fire." Bar?"

"Why do you think so?" Fang Yanchu gave him a strange look, "I didn't say I could do anything reckless."

"Exactly!" Ji Qianshan nodded approvingly, "If you want to kill my master, you may have to cultivate for tens of thousands of years!"

"If you want to kill me," Fang Yanchu lightly tapped the tabletop with his finger, and the fragile glass tabletop shattered in response, "at least Shang Fuliang should come in person?"

"Mr. Long You is naturally noble, so naturally he doesn't like us." Meng Meng smiled, recalling the order he received before he came, "That person is also the pride of the world, and he doesn't like us. Did he ask me to come?" In order to harm you, I didn’t even think I could kill you. If Longyou Jun, who has killed Penglai all over, can be killed by a little nightmare of mine, that would be a big joke in Penglai.”

"Then are you here?"

Nightmare glanced at the watch, the words on the watch were completely different from those in the dream, he smiled at the dial with satisfaction: "I am here to hold back Mr. Longyou, if I can hold Mr. Longyou two When I was young, that person could grant me one wish, but unfortunately, there are still two quarters of an hour left."

"Two quarters of an hour." Ji Qianshan held up his wrist and glanced at the time, smiled indifferently, "Do you want me to tell you the truth? Even if you can delay us for an hour, it won't help .Because there is only one person who can do what you asked for."

Speaking of which, Ji Qianshan raised his head to look at Fang Yanchu, as devout as if looking at his own sun, this devotion also attracted Mengmai to look over.

Fang Yanchu smiled slightly, and said, "No matter what wish you have, I can promise it to you."

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Mr. Fang: I don’t know what kind of errand my apprentice took for me, but a smile is enough (*￣︶￣)