God, he's wearing it again

Don’t act like you’re resisting me, besides, you’re screaming at me as soon as you come up, so how can I tell you that I’m not a Bodhisattva, besides…”

Fang Lai: "What's more."

"Besides, someone with poor aptitude is like something. Even if I have notified in advance, I would still rush forward like a yellow-feathered gamecock."

"Young master, hold on." The fellow practitioner next to him gave him a hand.

"Am I really that bad?" Fang Lai almost cried when he walked out.

"My lord, you are the most powerful member of our faction, don't be discouraged." A monk from the same faction next to him encouraged, but Fang Lai did not regain any confidence, and glanced at Feng Jiuluo in front again, crying even more sadly, "Then Isn't there no hope for our sect?"

Brothers from the same school: "..." This person is simply poisonous, even if he is not a monster, he is still a scourge.

Feng Jiuluo: "Little guy, what were you going to say just now, what about us?" This sentence was answered like this, he vaguely remembered what Gu Hanshuang was going to tell him, and then was interrupted, what will happen now? He picked it up again and asked back.

Gu Hanshuang's eyes flickered slightly, "So you also have a good memory." "I have always had a good memory." Feng Jiuluo retorted.

Even if it was more than 8000 years ago, he could still remember clearly, otherwise it would not have been so long and he would still remember his last name. The last time he drank and drank fragments was also caused by this body itself, and had nothing to do with him at all.

Gu Hanshuang didn't want to argue with him, but went straight to the point, "We had a drink last time."

"The situation here seems to be wrong, do you feel it?" A warm voice intervened, it was Ziyu, and Gu Hanshuang, who was interrupted again, clenched her fists involuntarily.

"Strange, why do I feel that the expression on Senior Brother Gu's face is a bit scary." Someone noticed this with sharp eyes and whispered.

"I don't think so, I just suddenly feel a little cold."

Feng Jiuluo listened to their conversation, and he glanced to the side. Isn't this cute? It's scary, but no one will be in a better mood if they are interrupted twice.

"Your intuition is probably right, because I seem to have stepped on something." Feng Jiuluo suddenly felt empty under his feet, and a large piece of the floor collapsed.

There is no pre-fall pain, and the touch of the hand is that the soft fabric is a bit hard to the touch.

"You're pressing me down." A boy's voice like bamboo snow came from above his head, "I'm sorry." The light here is very dark, but it's nothing because of how well animals' eyes adapt to the darkness, "I said It’s fine if I fall, but you also fell.” He propped himself up and was about to get up, just in time to meet the young man’s eyes, the young man looked away strangely.

"Is there anything you dare not look at?"

"Ah! Corpse!" There was a burst of exclamation from the side.

"Hey, so you guys came down too."

The light on the hilt of the sword reflected a motionless human body. At this time, the eyes were closed, but the complexion did not turn pale as if it had died, but retained the original complexion, as if it would open its eyes at any time , and then a big hole was dug in the lower part of the heart.

"There's more here!" Fang Lai exclaimed, following his voice, he saw that there was a row of bamboo mats lying on the inside, all of which were covered with straw and only their heads were exposed. What they saw just now was accidentally dropped. After going down, Feng Jiuluo lifted the straw on it, and everyone couldn't help gasping when they saw it, and their hearts were also dug open.

"You still touch it with your hands, it's dirty..." Not dirty, Fang Lai stopped in the middle of the sentence, Fang Lai almost wanted to slap himself in the face, how many times he didn't have a long memory.

"After searching for a long time, it turned out to be here." Feng Jiuluo took a sniff, and there was still a breath, and it was the same as before.

"You mean that all the people whose hearts were hollowed out in the village were hidden here." Ziyu walked over, "So you deliberately stepped on the hollow, your Excellency is really too powerful, and Ziyu has to admire it. "After this time, Feng Jiu's image in his heart became much more profound.

"No, it's really just a coincidence this time."

"This monster is too insane, killing so many people." Someone said angrily.

"There are good monsters in monsters, and there are bad people in people. How can we draw such a conclusion," Feng Jiuluo retorted, "Also, what I want to correct is that they are not dead."

"Aren't they dead?" Ziyu asked suspiciously.

"Not dead." Gu Hanshuang's eyes were cold.

"The little guy is right, they are indeed not dead."

"I told you I'm not young." Gu Hanshuang retorted with a cold face, Feng Jiuluo attributed this refutation to the rebellion of the teenagers, and he will call it whatever he wants next time, and will not change it.

"God, ah no, it is recorded in ancient books that if a person suppresses his breath before death, he can 'live' and keep his body alive, or if he strangles his last bit of consciousness before death, he will think that I am still alive, so I kept my last breath out of my own consciousness and instinct, but this situation should belong to the latter." This also confirmed the uninhibited strange stories of those villagers, but how did the village chief hesitate? .

"Could it be that what those villagers said is true? You can still walk home to eat after your heart has been emptied." Thinking about it is weird, and some of them have the guts to put their hands under the nose of one of the corpses. Sure enough, there was still a breath left, and he didn't lie.

Feng Jiuluo glanced at the living corpses, and then turned his gaze to the monks, his eyes became clearer, "I think I understand why he put these corpses in the same room with you."

"Why?" one of them asked, though it was an inappropriate word.

Feng Jiuluo: "Of course it is to absorb the Qi of you strangers, so that they can 'live' longer. Your youthful Yang Qi is the worst."

"It's no wonder that my spirits have deteriorated a lot since I came to this place." A monk in a ginger-yellow school uniform shrugged, completely forgetting that his son still had a bitter face.

"But the monster kills people as soon as they kill them, so what's the point of making them half-dead?"

Feng Jiuluo: "Of course I want to get their hearts for other uses, and I don't want them to die."

"So that monster is quite kind." The monk in the ginger school uniform couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Feng Jiuluo snorted coldly, and the corners of his eyes were full of sarcasm, "You are kind, you are just pretending to make yourself feel at ease. While taking things from others, you don't want your hands to be stained with blood. You can comfort yourself that although I took important things from them, I didn’t kill anyone.”

"Are you right, the one hiding in the dark?" Feng Jiuluo turned his eyes to the back of the monks, his eyes suddenly became sharper, "You said that your true face is so invisible , so you can swagger around in my face."

9. It is everyone's responsibility to love animals ([-])

A black figure slowly flashed out of the darkness, and his face became clearer as he moved, and everyone couldn't help being shocked, because the two winds appeared suddenly.

"There is really someone with the same face as you." Fang Lai couldn't help but ask, did they really misunderstand him?

Feng Jiuluo was upset when he heard that, and pointed to his own face, "This face of Lao Tzu is pure and natural, but his face is perfect!"

"Who the hell are you?" The man tilted his head, his eyes slightly suspicious.

The corner of Feng Jiuluo's mouth curled up slightly, "I should ask you this question, are you a human or a ghost, or something neither human nor ghost." Like the last sentence that angered the man, the man raised his hand A wave of spiritual power struck, Feng Jiuluo turned around and avoided the blow abruptly, but a hole was hit in the wall next to him.

Although the two look exactly the same, their expressions are different. One looks lonely and gloomy, and the other is arrogant and romantic.

"I said if you can't beat him, don't provoke him." Fang Lai said anxiously.

Seeing that the blow missed his palm, the man gathered a wave of spiritual power and came towards Feng Jiuluo again. Feng Jiuluo was just about to deal with a snow-colored figure who stood in front of him and helped him block the blow.

The watery spiritual power collided with the snowy color.

The man was a little surprised. Although he didn't use all his strength in that palm just now, it wasn't something a junior could do.

"You take them away first and I'll finish the job." Gu Hanshuang said in a deep voice.

Feng Jiuluo was stunned for a moment, then covered his lips and smiled lightly, "The little guy is doing a good job of applying what he has learned. I'll just pretend that you don't recognize me as a master in your mouth, but you do in your heart. It's still useless to sacrifice for the master. No, besides, he hasn't returned his things yet. I don't have any reason to leave. I think it's better for you to take them away first and I stay and talk with him for a while. What." The latter sentence was pure nonsense.

Feng Jiuluo wanted to brush him to the side but his wrist was grabbed. The boy's hand was unexpectedly strong and he couldn't break free for a while. He was about to raise his head and say something to the boy's clear eyes. The boy said, "I told you you couldn't be my master because we've already—"

"Since you know, then no one is going to leave here!" The man said fiercely, his expression seemed to have made some kind of determination, and the spiritual power fluctuating around his body was even more violent than just now.

"Damn it!" Gu Hanshuang cursed in a low voice, it was rare that he didn't take into account the etiquette of the immortal sect. He pulled Feng Jiuluo and at the same time squeezed a sword formula with the other hand, and the sword turned into thousands of ice edges to resist it, and at the same time At the same time, he clasped Feng Jiuluo's waist and rolled to the side, Feng Jiuluo only felt that the world was spinning for a moment.

So what's the situation now?He was protected by this little guy?It's too late to ask why