The villain is above: the villain master's handbook

In the sky full of yellow sand, two figures quickly passed by here.

The sudden sandstorm had no effect on the two of them.

Mu Lian has been to this desert before, and he is very familiar with the direction to go.

Feng Lin bound him with a white fairy rope, and led him through the sand and rushed out of the sandstorm.

Not far away, a black city appeared.

The whole city is made of stones, which looks extremely cold and hard.

This is Fengyan City, Mu Lian, Liu Ying, Xue Ren and his party once visited this place together.

They also brought back Du Junyi and Du Meizhu here.

Unexpectedly, now this place has become the base camp of the ghost clan again.

But the human world is so big, I wonder if Ye Hanzhou can think of this place.

The two entered Fengyan City, and Feng Lin took him directly to the City Lord's Mansion, apparently treating it as his own mansion.

"You can let go of the deity."

There are barriers all around the city lord's mansion, and there are ghosts guarding it. As long as he makes a move, there will be a lot of commotion.

Therefore, there was no need for Feng Lin to worry that he would be able to escape.

"Ah, let it go, you still have to have the most basic respect for Dao Zun."

Feng Lin put away the fairy rope, and while putting it away, touched Mu Lian's waist.

Mu Lian: "..."

Feng Lin may be the only person in this world who wants him to swear.

He wanted to call him a bitch.

But due to his good quality cultivation, he still didn't scold him, but anyone could see the disgust in his eyes.

After being free, Mu Lian ignored Feng Lin, and directly found a room that was pleasing to the eye, and shut herself in.

Feng Lin, who was outside the door, touched his nose and it turned ashamed.

"How come you have such a personality?"

He obviously has a gentle appearance at all times, but he is so fierce with him.

Thinking of Mu Lian's gentleness towards Ye Hanzhou, I have to say, he is still a little envious.

Although it is very interesting to see Mu Lian, who is usually indifferent, being driven mad by anger.

But it must be nice to be treated so tenderly by Mu Lian.

Feng Lin stared at the door thoughtfully for a while, then turned and left.

Mu Lian listened to the distant footsteps outside the door, closed her eyes and sat on the bed to meditate.

There are still ten hours to wait for the effect of the suppressing spirit pill to pass, before the effect wears off, Feng Lin will definitely feed him another suppressing spirit pill.

Suppressing Spirit Pill is a ninth-level elixir, which is extremely precious, and it can be effective for monks below the fusion stage.

And the corresponding antidote is also a ninth-rank elixir, which cannot be made at all with Mu Lian's current level of alchemy.

But coincidentally, he has medicinal materials and Dan Fang here.

Although you can't practice it, you can try it. What if the blind cat meets a dead mouse?

Mu Lian calmed down, and after covering the room with a barrier, he began to make alchemy.

A pot of rare materials was wasted all afternoon. Fortunately, Mu Lian has no idea about these things, so she doesn't feel heartache.

It was getting dark, and there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

Mu Lian put the pill furnace into the ring, opened the barrier again, and sat on the bed to fall asleep.

The door was pushed open, no need to think, it was Feng Lin who came.

Originally thought that Feng Linlai must have no good things, but Mu Lian smelled a smell of food.

Opening his eyes, he saw that Feng Lin was holding a food box in his hand.

"Here, I bought it for you outside the city. Don't you humans like to eat? Eat it."

The ghost clan has never eaten, and most of the food in the human world is very unpleasant.

The only thing that makes ghosts feel delicious is human blood.

Of course, for a high-level ghost race like him, human blood is also a dirty thing, and he doesn't bother to eat it.

The biggest difference between their ghost race and humans may be that the blood flowing in the human body.

And their bodies were only filled with ghost energy.

After death, nothing will be left behind, even the ghost energy will dissipate.

But fortunately, it is very difficult for the ghost race to die. As long as there is a trace of ghost energy left, they can escape and rely on time to recover their bodies.

Mu Lian glanced at Feng Lin suspiciously, then shook her head.

"This deity is not a mortal, so he doesn't need to eat."

How could Feng Lin have such kind thoughts?

Mu Lian instinctively felt that there was a fraud in this.

What's more, he has a bad appetite, and he can't get used to outside food.

Now he can only eat the dishes cooked by Ye Hanzhou.

"Don't you need to eat? Then why when I was with the monks before, they all ate in the inn."

Feng Lin felt that it was not that Mu Lian didn't want to eat, but that he had a problem with him and didn't want to eat what he bought.

In fact, there are all these reasons, Mu Lian is too lazy to explain, just continue to close his eyes and rest.

Feng Lin was dissatisfied, and walked up to him and raised Mu Lian's chin.

"Are you sure you want to treat me with this attitude? You know, you are my prisoner now."

Mu Lian was a little speechless, and when she opened her eyes, a little impatience flashed in her pupils.

"So? Do you still want the deity to scold you?"

"Well, yes. In short, don't ignore me!"

Mu Lian deeply felt that Feng Lin had some special hobbies.

Could this be the legendary masochist?

The more you treat him badly, the more you scold him and beat him, the more excited and exciting he will feel?

So is this the reason why he has to believe in Ye Hanzhou?

Because he just likes Ye Hanzhou and ignores him?

Mu Lian looked disgusted, with a complicated expression.

"Are you seriously ill?"

Feng Lin frowned suspiciously, "Sick? We ghosts don't get sick."

Mu Lian didn't want to talk anymore, so she opened her mouth perfunctorily.

"Put down the food, you go out, the deity eats by himself."

Hearing this, Feng Lin put down the food box in satisfaction.

"So, Daoist Qingfeng just doesn't agree with what he says. If you want to eat, just say it. Why be humble? I won't dislike Daoist Qingfeng."

Mu Lian: "..."

He felt that he couldn't continue chatting with Feng Lin, he was just asking for trouble.

He stopped talking and just opened the food box by himself.

There are meat and vegetables in it, and the appearance is not bad.

He glanced at Feng Lin who was standing in front of him, but didn't move his chopsticks.

"I see you can't eat it, can't I, then I go?"

Feng Lin understood what he meant, pouted and turned to leave.

When Feng Lin left, Mu Lian moved his chopsticks.

After eating only one chopstick for the same dish, I lost my appetite.

Putting the food box on the table, he continued to try alchemy.

It was already late at this time, Mu Lian practiced for one night.

One night, as expected, there was no progress.

Unexpectedly, on the first day of coming here, there was no embarrassment.

Feng Lin didn't do anything excessive, but the mouth really wanted to be glued to him.

Of course, there is no glue in this era either.

Other spells are also useless to Feng Lin's high level.

In the early morning of the next day, the effect of the suppressing spirit pill was about to pass.

Fenglin came again, bringing along two trembling xiuniangs.