Good guy, please let me go

Because he has not gone out for exercise all year round, his body wrapped in clothes has a sickly paleness.The collarbone is exquisite, and the bloody tattoo runs down the collarbone. Feng Yangzhixi watched the direction of the bloody tattoo's movement intently. Finally, the naughty tattoo seemed to be tired from walking, and stopped on Shi Jiuji's left chest.

Ziyan's narrow eyes shone with a strange light, Feng Yangzhixi felt it, and said to himself: "It's impossible to sign the blood contract normally." In addition, the contractee still retains the right to cancel the blood contract.

After a moment of silence, Feng Yang Zhixi curled his lips and smiled conceitedly: "So what? Once my things are stamped with my mark, they will still be mine even if they have been reincarnated for 500 years." Ability to prevent him from escaping.

Fifteen or sixteen years old, after intensive training, even after a period of recuperation, compared to Shi Jiuji, who has an adult physique, he still looks very thin.

But Feng Yang Zhixi didn't care about this, he just pursed his lips and smiled slightly, then clasped the man on his shoulders, and carried him to his temporary residence.It is said to be a temporary residence, but it is actually just a simple cave not too far from here.

Outside, weeds are overgrown, and inside, except for a pile of thatched places, the rest of the place is occupied by bottles and jars filled with strange liquids or strange particles.The only place that can be called neat is probably the clear water in the cave that is slightly brighter near the interior of the cave.It's just that some bloody clothes and some gnawed animal remains next to it completely ruined the beauty.

Feng Yangzhixi took the man back to his cave, put him on the grass and left him alone, while he sat not far away from him, playing with some mirrors, magic cores, and potion bottles.

Once he entered his own research state, Feng Yangzhixi would become very focused, so he didn't see Shi Jiuji slowly opened his eyes.

His head was still a little swollen and sore, but the first thing Shi Jiuji did when he woke up was not to rub it, but to open his eyes to observe the unfamiliar surroundings.The nostrils were filled with a rancid bloody smell, and the light was very dim, but Shi Jiuji saw at a glance that the image reflected in the mirror in front of him was the place where he had stood for a long time before.

The blood weeping wood cut off at the middle, the double-edged wolf whose blood was cut off by a sword, Shi Jiuji can basically confirm that the pig's feet are very familiar with what happened outside.

Mengzhu, how long have you been here? You came out because you saw that I was useful and only immune to magic, but not immune to physical attacks?Why did he use malice to provoke the pig's feet, and the conclusions he got were so convincing?No, this must be an illusion, tell him, it's not true, so his cute master won't become like this or that!

His cute master, even after being blackened, will still maintain a kind heart. By the way, how far has the cute master been blackened.Let me think about it, Mengzhu has only been to the Weeping Blood Forest three times in his life.The first time he escaped the assassination, he met Diandian, the second time he came back to heal his wounds, his temperament changed drastically, and the third time he regained his mount and attacked another world.

Well, if there is no heroine and no mount by my side, then it will be the third time, when I come back to heal my wounds, my temperament will change drastically.With a groan in his heart, his life is a real version of the miserable world.According to the first law of traveling through fantasy, you will definitely meet a monster, kill it, and you will definitely meet a soft girl and push her.