Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

No matter day or night, Misty City is filled with that strange red mist.

Cheng Yuzhi watched helplessly as it spread in from the gap of the window, like substance, and probed towards the breath of the maddened person on the ground.

Just being hooked by it, the man on the ground screamed in pain: "Let me die! I beg you... Ah!"

Yu Zijia quickly recalled a few spells, and twisted them to relieve his pain.

However, the pain was gone, his body was no longer convulsed, but the expression on his face was still cracked, tears and snot came down together, blood from five orifices flowed into his mouth.

At this moment, the pitted arms that had been eaten drooped weakly and fell to the ground.

He opened his eyes, and his sight lost focus: "Brother..."

The man who was holding him and crying bitterly raised his head, unable to believe it.

After looking at his eyes, which still had a sliver of sanity, he was ecstatic and his eyes were red: "Brother! How are you, are you feeling better?"

It's the pair of brothers in the team, they look alike, but their personalities are quite different.

The younger brother whispered: "It hurts...it doesn't hurt anymore."

Cheng Yuzhi said warmly: "Senior brother's technique is definitely effective, it may be that the pain has been too long and I have hallucinations."

With that said, he walked to the window sill with a serious expression, and closed the window tighter.

Seeing that there was still a gap, he grabbed a handful of hay from the ground and stuffed it in.

Cheng Yunzhi heaved a sigh of relief after finally blocking the red mist outside.

He turned around and explained to his senior brother: "Just now when I saw the red mist pouring in, this little brother reacted a bit more violently. I think it may be the reason for the red mist. My friend, how do you feel now?" He squatted down, Ask your brother.

The other party looked at him blankly and shook his head.

Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and he began to cry silently, not daring to lower his head and look directly at the reality.

His brother simply covered his eyes and said: "Don't go out in the future, I will go."

He grabbed Gomon's hands on his face and covered them with his wrists.

His lips squirmed a few times, actually swallowing the blood that flowed from his mouth.

Afterwards, he let go of his hand, his voice hoarse: "Yeah, let me go...Brother."

An old man next to him said, "He was starving, so he went out by himself to find something to eat. I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen."

Throughout the night, no one spoke.

Cheng Yuzhi took care of everyone in the house, while Yu Ziframe went out to the biggest business firm to see if he could find some work, and everyone shared the work to earn some meager food money.

Bored, he pinched his fingers and drew some spell formations on the ground to avoid evil.

With a swipe of your finger, the dust on the ground will be removed, and it will gradually accumulate, revealing clear scratches.

Wipe off a layer of dust, the bottom is still dusty.

Cheng Yuzhi lost interest in reviewing the formation, thinking, it would be great if Gu Yan was there.

Where is the distant friend he met in the mirror, the No. 1 sword repairman in heaven and earth?

Maybe when he came back, he was found washed away by the flood.

Will Xiao Cheng come to him?

The strength of No. 1 and the cultivation base of Mahayana monks should be enough to break through the barrier of this city and rescue them.

The handsome young man was covered in dust, and he lost his previous glamorous appearance.

He buried his face in his knees and closed his eyes heavily.

He has never done such a thing as praying to others. Without faith, there is no one to pray to.

The master would pray to the heavens and say some irrelevant and muddled words, such as complaining about why he has not grown taller, and complaining that the rice grain in the sect has bottomed out again.

Senior brother seems to pray sometimes, but it is rare.

At most, sometimes Cheng Yunzhi passed by under his window sill and stood on tiptoe to catch a glimpse.

And he, Xiao Cheng, seemed to have never prayed before, and he didn't know who to pray to, as if praying for such a thing would lower his head, he stubbornly refused to touch it or think about it.

Now that I think about it, it’s just a consolation that’s better than nothing.

You have to do it yourself.

Then, please beg Gu Yan, the omnipotent Mahayana lord.

save them.

...save them...

The evening passed, but Yu Zijia hadn't come back yet, Cheng Yunzhi was a little worried, and kept staring at the door in a daze, until there was the sound of stumbling footsteps around him, and they landed beside him.

Cheng Yunzhi turned his head to look, and found that it was the person they rescued yesterday.

He raised a shallow smile and saw that the other party was also sitting down, so he didn't stand up.

"You look much better." Cheng Yunzhi said softly, smiling at him.

The other party was taken aback, shook his head, and looked gloomy.

Those arms are like pendants that are extremely obtrusive and helpless to his eyes, hanging loosely on his shoulders, unable to be removed or out of sight, looking desperately thinking that this life is ruined.

My heart felt like being cut by a soft knife, slow but painful.

Cheng Yuzhi didn't look at his arm, but turned his head again and looked at the door.

"are you hungry?"

The other party shook his head.

Cheng Yunzhi didn't force him, and pointed to him that there was still some dry food left in the package on the stool, which was saved between the teeth.If there is no food tomorrow, you can still bite a little to survive.

If he is now unbearably hungry, he can also have some padding.

Unexpectedly, he still shook his head and refused to say a word in reply.

After a long time, when Cheng Yuzhi was thinking about his elder brother and distractedly looking at his situation, the other party finally said: "Master Immortal, can we really leave here?"

He was terrified.

Even though his brother comforted him, the surface became a little normal, but the inside was broken and could not be repaired.

During the day, he was hungry, so he secretly bid farewell to everyone, and walked towards the city under the shadow of the houses, trying to find as much leftovers as possible, even if it was leftovers eaten by others.

He didn't meet anyone on the road. He wondered if he was lost. Suddenly, a person came across.

At that time, how normal was that person, wearing neat clothes, and there was no bloody smell on his face or hands.

Just like them, a stray passerby.

Just when the two passed by, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and said to the man's back: "Hello, I want to ask, in this city..."

With that said, the other party turned around.

Showing blood red eyes, and bloodshot long teeth.

What happened later, he was so stimulated that he couldn't remember it anymore.

I only remember the touch again and again, the feeling of sharp teeth piercing into the flesh, and the fear of being peeled off alive.

It's like tearing a piece of raw bloody beef.

He was crying, screaming, and struggling like crazy, to no avail.

Before Moxiu was about to eat his chest, two immortal masters arrived and rescued him.

It's like a dream, a dream...

He covered his eyes and was still asking questions. He didn't look shy and shy when he first met him. He was natural and crazy, and he was no different from the Moxiu Cheng Yunzhi had seen.

He took a deep breath and put his hands on his shoulders: "You..."

As soon as the other party shook his shoulders, he shook his hand off.

He said indifferently: "No trouble... the immortal master will take care of you. Jin Chen will take care of himself."

As he spoke, there was a light slapping sound from the back of his head. It was very soft, but it also made him shake.

The people behind immediately panicked, supported his back, and asked him anxiously, "Are you okay?"

When Jin Chen found out that it was his brother, his attitude improved a lot. The expression of pursing his lips was actually similar to before, with a little bit of joy that belonged exclusively to his family.

He called: "Brother, you are back."

Jin Lin nodded, first saluted Cheng Yuzhi restrainedly, and then pulled his younger brother, lightly, trying not to touch the saddest part of his brother: "Brother brought you something good."

"what?"

Then there was another rustling movement, like opening a cloth bag and finding a piece of cake that would fall off.

Jin Lin's voice came faintly: "There are two in a bag, I saw the man took a bite and threw it away, there is one uneaten..."

Jin Chen: "You eat..."

Jin Lin smiled: "Go ahead, you are still weak."

Cheng Yuzhi was still staring at the door, and there was the sound of chewing food behind him, but there was no movement at the door.

Jin Lin said again: "Today, Master Yu took us to find a job to earn some money. When I make money, I will buy you delicious food."

Cheng Yunzhi turned around suddenly: "Where is my senior brother?"

Startled, the two covered the pastry in their hands to keep the crumbs from spilling on the floor.

Jin Lin raised his head, poured the crumbs from his palm into his mouth and squeezed them away, before answering his question in a low voice: "Master Yu told us to go first, I, I don't know where he is either."

As if realizing something, Jin Lin was startled: "Could it be that Master Yu is in danger! I'm going..."

Cheng Yuzhi quickly pushed him down, not intending to let the people around him know about it.

Signaling their brothers to continue eating, he went out by himself.

"I have to go find my senior brother, you guys stay here well, okay?" Cheng Yuzhi said, Jin Lin nodded, Jin Chen was still repeating the movement of chewing, listening to his voice, slowly look up.

Cheng Yuzhi felt a little worried, after all, there was a big room.

But the house should be safe for the time being. Compared with it, his senior brother might be more dangerous.

Cheng Yuzhi hesitated for a moment, then resolutely stepped out of the door and walked towards the depths of the red mist.

Behind the closed door, Jin Chen said to himself: "I must leave here..."

Jin Lin was puzzled: "What?"

Jin Chen: "No matter what, I have to leave..."

Jin Lin heaved a sigh of relief, and stroked his head: "That's for sure, we two brothers can't just fold here like this. You wait, brother will find you something delicious tomorrow."

Jin Chen didn't say what was in his heart, and Jin Lin didn't tell the truth of the matter either.

It was indeed a pastry that was discarded, and it fell to the ground wrapped in a half-loose oiled paper bag.

The person who threw it looked disdainful, turned and walked away.

Seeing that he didn't want it anymore, Jin Lin was ecstatic, and rushed to pick it up, but someone stepped on him and crushed his back with his toes.

The force was so great that the spine was whining inch by inch, and Jin Lin was stepped on the ground inch by inch.

"How dare you take something I don't want?"

Jin Lin kowtowed to him and begged sadly: "Please, please have pity on me, I have a brother..."