The Great God of Exorcism, please take me to fly

The moment they heard "Red Blood Eyes", everyone panicked for a moment. After all, Red Blood Eyes is a forbidden technique, and some people also regard it as a sorcery. Under the influence of your own spiritual power, you can see what you are most afraid of.

Ling Jian rubbed his forehead and sighed: "The moment I saw it, I knew it was Chi Xuetong. Fortunately, I reacted quickly and even avoided it, but I also injured him."

"Then check to see if anyone is injured in the villa." Elder Sun Guiming suggested.

"Yes, since Senior Ling injured him, then he has a flaw, and it must be much easier to find."

Ling Jian smiled wryly inwardly - I'm afraid it's not that simple, if this person has been lurking for so long, then naturally he won't be found so easily.

"But the opponent has red blood pupils, so it's not so easy to deal with."

"Even if the opponent has red blood pupils, so what? This technique consumes one's lifespan. I don't think he will use it so frequently."

Everyone was talking about it, and they were all scolding the person lurking in the darkness.

"Grandpa..." Just as Ling Jian was talking about that person's characteristics, Ling Guang and Lu Nanqin hurried over. Ling Guang held Ling Jian's arm and looked at him worriedly, "Grandpa, are you okay?" Right? I heard..."

Ling Jian waved his hand, "Grandpa is fine. Look, isn't this all right?"

Ling Guang frowned and bit his lower lip lightly, as if he was struggling with something.

Ling Jian patted him on the shoulder in relief, "Grandpa is fine, don't worry, just leave this matter to your seniors to investigate."

Ling Guang understood what Ling Jian was secretly referring to, so he could only nod heavily.

Ling Jian never told others about the black blood sword held by the other party, but only mentioned it to Shangguan Changjing when he left with him.

"The opponent has the Black Blood Sword—" Shangguan Zhang Jing paused, "Then it might not be targeting you alone."

"You mean, he's still targeting the other three people? Xiaohua is not in the villa, so he might also be targeting Xiaolu and Xiaobai?"

Ling Jian looked solemn, and then shook his head again, "No, he must be targeting me with the black blood sword. He admits that he is the avenger of the Feng family. Then, if he wants to avenge the Feng family, he can take the black blood sword Naturally, they want to deal with me. Moreover, the Black Blood Sword is also a spiritual weapon, and ordinary weapons are not its opponents."

"Maybe we should stop making trouble like this." Shangguan looked at Ling Jian respectfully and said, "It's better to ask him out, since he came to you to avenge the Feng family, he must have something wrong Understand the secrets. Let's ask him out and have a good talk, maybe we can avoid this attack."

"It's not that simple." Ling Jian pushed open the door of his room, and Shangguan Changjing followed in. Ling Jian said, "His voice is very young, no more than 30 years old at the most. Then, it is possible that he really does not know the Feng family. secrets.

That being the case, he still insisted on avenging the Feng family, and even found me. I think it might be misleading. "

"You mean, someone is targeting us? Just by his hand?"

"Very likely." Ling Jian poured a cup of tea for Shangguan Zhang, "If this is the case, this matter will not be so simple. The people behind him wanted to deal with us, and found him in the name of an enemy of the Feng family , let him be the knife to cut at us.

If we really talk to him, then he will definitely confirm with the person behind him. If the person behind him is unfathomable, then that person is in danger. "

"If this Mr. Feng is really a direct descendant of the Feng family, this will indeed harm him."

"Yes!" Ling Jian sighed, "We are very passive!"

"Old Ling." Shangguan Changjing suddenly called him, and looked at him solemnly, "Do you think he is the one who uses him?"

Ling Jian's expression also became more solemn, "It's very possible. After all, he seemed helpless to obey the Feng family matter, but I also think there is a big problem with this matter."

Shangguan Changjing nodded, got up and said: "Whether he is only targeting you or not, it is always right to be careful. I will inform Nanqin, Ouyang's family..."

Shangguan Zhang Jing paused, "Xiaobai is still a child, so he probably won't act alone. There are many masters in Ouyang's family, even if he makes trouble, he should not be able to get cheap."

Ling Jian nodded in approval.

"Then I'll go first."

Ling Jian got up and sent him out, and told him, "Be careful too, you are also one of the insiders about this matter."

Shangguan Changjing nodded and turned back to his room.

Ling Jian closed the door, the jade pendant flashed red, Suzaku's gorgeous crimson robe instantly lit up the whole room, Ling Jian rubbed his eyebrows wearily, "Do you know something?"

Suzaku shook his head, "I didn't see him clearly. Although he is young, he is indeed very talented. If he goes forward to practice, I think he will become a fairy body."

"Based on your eyesight alone, how do you think he is better than those boys?"

Suzaku sat aside, "In terms of talent alone, I think it's much higher than the guy surnamed Lu. However, when I saw him today, I always felt that there was something wrong with him."

"Red blood pupil?"

"It's not this, it's... death." Suzaku said after a little thought.

"Aura of death?" Ling Jian frowned slightly, "You said he has aura of death?"

"I don't know how to put it. This is why I said he is highly talented. It's hard for me to even notice it. I even think it should be my illusion."

"The talents of the Feng family are all extremely high. However, every generation of the Feng family's highly talented descendants seems to be unable to live long.

Look at Xiaoguang's elder brother, such a good seedling, who was much more talented than other spiritual beings since he was a child, but died young. "

Ling Jian drank tea, showing heartache, "I was also to blame for not taking good care of the two of them back then."

"Are you addicted to taking care of other people's children?" Suzaku rolled his eyes at him, and his tone was also filled with dissatisfaction, "If your grandson has children in the future, do you still have to take care of them? After living for so long, Other skills have not changed, but the skills of raising children are getting better and better? Raising a son and two grandchildren, you are really capable."

Ling Jian was so stunned that he had nothing to say, so he could only argue, "I brought that son because he was destined for me."

"Well, it's fate. It's fate until you don't have any spiritual power. You make money and go abroad to be with other women. Forget about you, an old man, and you are willing."

Ling Jian almost vomited blood, "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. If I raise him, can I expect him to provide for me until the end of my life? It will be fine if I don't provide for him."

Suzaku sneered, and lay down on the bed, "Yes, children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and it's time for your grandson to start a family and start a business."

Ling Jian didn't answer, Suzaku glanced at him, "I also have some friendship with Qilin Senyan, and I know the reason why that guy chose Feng Yunyan in the first place. Feng Yunyan introduced the power of Qilin to Feng's family back then, hoping that he can pass it on forever. go down.

If your grandson can't carry on the family line.Well, I might go to a little extreme.After all, the Feng family can't be the last one! "

"He is such a good young man, why can't he carry on the family?"

Suzaku sneered again, "Are you deceiving yourself? You don't know what's going on between him and that kid named Lu?"

"Hehe..." Ling Jian also responded with a sneer, "Why don't you say that you are an antique! Don't you know that technology is developing and the times are advancing? In this world, it is too easy to get a child with your own blood relationship. too much."

"Really?" Suzaku answered quickly, "Do you want to get one?"

Ling Jian said casually, "Someday I'm interested, that's fine too!"

Suzaku looked at him with a half-smile, "Okay, why don't you give birth to one yourself!"

After finishing speaking, Suzaku hooked his fingers at him, and Ling Jian flew up into the air uncontrollably, "Hey, what are you doing..."

"What do you think?" Suzaku snorted and hooked him over, "You said that technology is developing and the times are advancing, why don't we give it a try."

Ling Jian leaned against his chest, "I was affected by Chi Xuetong just now, and I haven't recovered yet."

"With me here, what are you afraid of?"

Ling Jian wants to cry but has no tears—I'm afraid just because of you!

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The black coat was taken off, revealing the black tights underneath. The tights were full of elasticity, wrapping around his slender and well-defined body. The black figure trembled almost imperceptibly, and finally took off the tights.

On the ice-white and bloodless body, at the left shoulder, there is a red afterimage of a flame, which seems to be burning on the surface of the skin.However, he knew that the fire was burning not the body but the spiritual consciousness.

He tremblingly picked up the black blood sword and separated a bloodstain on his shoulder, which appeared gorgeously on his ice-white shoulder.

However, not much blood flowed down, just a bloodstain, but not the bloodstain that ordinary people should have.

He put his two fingers together and pointed at the position below the wound on the shoulder, a thin wisp of white smoke suddenly rose from the wound, and the afterimage was still beating, slowly dancing towards the wound and disappearing.

During the whole process, he didn't say a word, but his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, his shoulders trembled slightly, and his bloodless face became even more pale.

The burning pain of Suzaku's fire is absolutely unbearable. That kind of burning is more painful than burning the body. It is a kind of flame that can burn bones, blood and soul. Without a strong willpower to resist, it is easy to die. Even the soul will be burned, and finally it will end up in ashes.

He survived, and after the piercing pain, he was only gasping for breath. The talisman was attached to the wound, and the wound healed soon.

He lay powerlessly on the bed and gasped. As soon as the phone was turned on, a call came in. Looking at the familiar number, he felt a splitting headache, but the number kept calling repeatedly, and he had no choice but to answer it.

"Mr. Feng, are you asleep?" The young man over there had a lively tone with a hint of flattery.

"Is there something wrong?" Mr. Feng calmed down slowly, his tone still lukewarm.

"Mr. Feng, you are too much!" The young man complained slowly, "You promised me to live in your house, but you are not at home. What difference does it make if you can't live?"

Just as Mr. Feng was about to answer, there was a black shadow outside the door. Mr. Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, "I have something important to do, so don't contact me if there is nothing else."

"Why are you all right?" The young man said anxiously, afraid that the phone would be hung up, "I think you can't think of food, food, or sleep. How can you call it all right? In your terms, it's called lovesickness, right? I'm sick, Mr. Wind."

Mr. Feng ignored him moaning without illness at all, and hung up the phone with a swipe of his hand. He had already got out of bed and walked to the door.

The black shadow outside the room whispered: "Did you miss?"

Mr. Feng lowered his eyes, "Yes." Mr. Feng paused, and stretched out his hand to press the wound, "Ling Jian is more difficult to deal with than imagined. Moreover, he is different from other envoys, he and Suzaku are connected, Can appear to protect him at any time. So, missed."

The man sighed softly, "You have to hurry up."

"I know."