After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

It came on time.

Jiang Yufeng lazily raised his eyes, his eyes fixed on the ghost at the door calmly.

His long hair hung down softly on his chest, and was gently swayed by the wind, and his pursed lips were slightly pink.

Under the light of the jumping and flickering candlelight, there is a strange coquettishness.

For a while, I didn't know who was more terrifying.

Song Bihui, who was sitting opposite him, didn't pay attention to the ghost at all, as if drinking tea in a secluded tea house, he raised his hand naturally and splashed the oily tea in the cup with a "wow" to the ground.

But when he put the chipped cup on the table, the cup had already turned into a delicate white porcelain teacup.

"Good evening." Jiang Yufeng said to the ghost in a low voice, "Let's have a drink together?"

The ghost shadow paused, as if attracted by Jiang Yufeng's sudden sound, it slowly poked its head out, and then suddenly retracted.

The moment the ghost moved, Song Bihui moved too. He joined two fingers together and quickly chanted a mantra. The golden soul-lock chain rushed out like a swimming dragon, directly locking the position of the ghost.

Jiang Yufeng smiled faintly as he watched the soul-lock chain chasing the ghost and flying up and down, causing the ghost to flee in embarrassment. I feel honored.

Look at this abundant spiritual power and powerful control.

Jiang Yufeng was amazed. If it weren't for the high hatred between the two of them, he wouldn't have to run around in such a panic.

They can retire directly.

But all of a sudden, the soul lock chain stopped at a certain place. Song Bihui was taken aback, and silently picked up the teacup in front of him, which was already full of clear water. He took a sip, but suddenly raised his eyes to stare Live the Jiangyu wind in front of you.

Jiang Yufeng's smile slowly fell, but his tone was still light, "Is it delicious?"

"Yeah." Song Bihui nodded.

Jiang Yufeng looked at Song Bihui thoughtfully, reached out and took the teacup from his hand, then turned around suddenly, and poured it out.

A shrill scream erupted from behind, but the ghost did the opposite and boldly hid behind Jiang Yufeng, no wonder the soul chain stopped suddenly.

If it gets closer, the ghost will definitely attack Jiang Yufeng.

Therefore, the Soul Chain had to temporarily wait and see its next move from a distance, and did not continue to move forward.

And the ghost saw that it was safe for a short time, so it didn't dare to move around easily, just nestled quietly behind Jiang Yufeng, which seemed to be a fake tiger's prestige.

When Song Bihui stared at him, he quickly realized this possibility, so he asked "Is it good?"

At the same time, Song Bihui also got a positive answer.

Standing behind a ghost would make anyone feel uncomfortable, but Jiang Yufeng thought it was quite interesting.

Is this ghost trying to play hide-and-seek with him?

When the divine water was poured on the ghost, his heart burned instantly. From a very close distance, Jiang Yufeng could probably see the appearance of the ghost clearly. It looked like an old woman, but it was not the old man in the house. The appearance of a woman.

This one looks older and shorter, or it's hunched over, making the whole person look as short as a child.

Her almost folded body looked clumsy and labored, but it flashed in the firelight and suddenly disappeared.

Jiang Yufeng rushed forward in an instant, but only pulled down a hard white object that was threaded.

He looked at it by candlelight, and it was a white object with some powder attached to it, which felt fine and smooth to the touch.

He was silent for a while, looked at Song Bihui, and said softly, "Fingerbone..."

The phalanx is still threaded with braided hair, but why does this kind of thing appear in this place?

Moreover, who's finger bones and hair are these, is it one person, or multiple people?

Song Bi turned around and looked at the moon in the sky. At this moment, it had turned back to its white and frosty appearance, as if the previous blood moon was just a big dream.

When the ghost game is over, it means that the ghost has escaped.

"Ouch..." In the quiet night, an old man's painful lament sounded.

It was the sound from the old woman in the house.

Jiang Yufeng clenched the phalanx in his hand, and was about to go to check, but Song Bihui held him back.

"Tonight is over, the ghost has returned to her, there is no need to disturb her."

He said in a quiet voice, if the ghost was pushed into a hurry, he didn't know what he would do. He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, "There is something strange about this matter, come with me."

From the very beginning, Song Bihui felt that the distribution of the surrounding environment was very strange. The wooden house presented a semicircular shape, embedded in the lush trees surrounding it, and the clear chirping of insects soaked in the bleak air. There are two big trees on the left and right, almost symmetrically planted.

The whole layout is like a huge tomb.

Jiang Yufeng was pulled so unstable that he almost tripped in the darkness, but Song Bihui helped him up so that he wouldn't fall directly into the man's arms.

It's just that for some reason, at this moment, he supported the man's powerful arm with slightly raised muscular muscles, and subconsciously swallowed silently.

Under the faint candlelight, the man was tall and straight, with broad shoulders, and his thin waist was wrapped in a dark red chain link belt, giving him an extraordinarily cool and abstinent air.

Jiang Yufeng stared at those muscles, truly envious.

As he followed Song Bi back to the forest, he squeezed his thin arms silently.

How did this person train?That feel is too good.

Mistake, Song Bihui should have stared at it when he practiced kung fu back then, Jiang Yufeng secretly regretted it behind him.

But when he looked up again, a stone tablet slanted into the soil suddenly blocked his way.

Hitting someone's wild grave, this gloomy night, no matter how you look at it, it is unlucky, Jiang Yufeng turned to look at Song Bihui, but Song Bihui seemed to have a clear expression.

"Do you think the ghost just came from here?" Jiang Yufeng asked. He looked at the mound again, but he didn't feel any particularly heavy yin. Not here anymore.

Or have already reincarnated.

"This is a fake grave." Song Bihui's cold voice came from beside him.

"You said someone deliberately put up a monument here to pretend to be someone's grave?" Where were the bones buried?And why do you want to do this?

Jiang Yufeng lowered his body, the light was too dark at this time, he could only touch the uneven notches on the stele, but he couldn't see who's name was engraved on it.

At this time, people are not familiar with the place, so they don't know what will be hidden. If there is a bright light in the forest, it may attract more troublesome things. Jiang Yufeng hesitated for a while, but finally did not use spiritual power to illuminate.

Just followed the notch and touched it slowly.

"Xiao..." He touched the approximate font, but when he continued to touch down, his fingertips were suddenly pricked by something.

Startled, he withdrew his hand abruptly, and the blood flowed down from his fingertips, dripping onto the ground.

Just when he was hesitating whether to continue touching, Song Bihui frowned and pulled him up.

"What's wrong?" Song Bihui asked with some displeasure.

"It's okay, there is a barb." Jiang Yufeng said lightly, "It will be fine soon."

No matter what he said, he was still a majestic immortal king, so there was nothing to worry about such a small wound, and he was not a delicate girl, so why did Song Bihui have such a big reaction?

"Be careful, don't make any trouble again." After a while, Song Bihui spoke again as if complaining.

This made Jiang Yufeng suddenly understand, maybe this person was worried that he would cause him some trouble again, thinking about it this way, then he could figure out why he was so angry just now.

After all, according to his personality, he must dislike troublesome things and people the least.

Jiang Yufeng nodded, he understood, but he thought of playing tricks again, and immediately let out a soft "ah".

"what happened again?"

"The inscription on this stele is so ugly." He said slowly, and he picked up the pot very naturally, "No wonder I couldn't find it after touching it for a long time."

Song Bihui closed his eyes speechlessly, "Okay, then you can engrave it again." Just as he was about to turn around, Jiang Yufeng called him again.

When he looked back, Jiang Yufeng was prying someone's tombstone with a wooden stick.

"Huh?" Song Bihui was stunned, "What are you doing?"

"Help me, Immortal Lord Tianheng, let me take it back and study it." He struggled to pry the stele, but because he didn't use his spiritual power, he didn't pry it much at all, so he had to ask Song Bihui for help.

Song Bihui gave him a cold look, his eyes seemed to be cursing silently.

But Jiang Yufeng turned a blind eye and just looked at him with a smile full of expectation.

In the end, it ended with Song Bihui's compromise.

He lifted the hem of his clothes and stepped forward chicly, kicking on the tombstone.

In an instant, the tombstone fell in response, almost hitting Jiang Yufeng's feet directly.

This man kicked such a heavy stone tablet as easily as kicking down a thin wooden board. Jiang Yufeng hurriedly took a step back, hugged the wooden stick, looked at the tablet that died suddenly at his feet, and fell silent for a long time.

This may be the gap between people.

If Song Bihui really fought with him in the future, this kick alone could almost kill half of his life.

Jiang Yufeng let out a long sigh, and finally gave up struggling. He raised his finger, suspended the stele, and carried it away in such a mighty manner.

But Song Bihui watched the stele drifting away like a cloud in front of him in silence, suddenly his heart moved, he cleaned the dust off the stele with spiritual power, and then jumped up and sat on it.

Just like that, Jiang Yufeng took him away all the way.