Lying in the arms of the senior brother wantonly

Shen Gu Nian was thoughtful: "So, that's why every time Zhuang Su goes down the mountain, he must be accompanied by senior brothers and sisters? Is it to protect him?"

After a pause, the voice changed slightly: "But this is only a solution to the symptoms, not the root cause. The most important thing is to eradicate the source, right?"

Shen Gu Nian's meaning couldn't be more obvious, if he just went directly to kill the corpse-eating patriarch, there wouldn't be so much trouble.

Jiang Lei didn't answer, and took out a vermilion writing brush from the storage ring.

He began to carefully draw complex pictures and texts on Zhuang Su's fair forehead, and every time he wrote a stroke, it turned into a red-gold stream of light and disappeared.

Shen Gu Nian did not make a sound, moved a stool to sit beside him and watched carefully.

Why is this sense of ceremony so familiar?

Shen Gunian suddenly realized, isn't this his favorite sight of watching Uncle Ying draw corpse charms before the doomsday?

The sun is shining brightly outside, the sun hangs high in the center, the quiet and peaceful leaves and shadows are rustling outside the courtyard, and the breeze blows with the taste of summer.

Jiang Lei stopped writing, sweat oozed out of his forehead at some point.

Only then did Shen Gunian understand that it seemed simple, but it consumed not only spiritual power but also energy.

"Do you know that the corpse-eating patriarch is an evil cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage?" Jiang Lei wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and turned to look at him: "If you say kill, you must kill."

Shen Gunian understood Jiang Lei's meaning, not because he was afraid of the peak strength of the other party's Nascent Soul, but because it was difficult to kill.

"The corpse-eating patriarch never shows his real body to others. His strongest ability is manipulating corpses."

When Jiang Lei talked about the corpse-eating patriarch, his face was very ugly: "Ten years ago, he had his eyes on Zhuang Su, but he was so rampant that he dared to sit on the sidelines for ten years under the jurisdiction of the poor family sect!"

Shen Gunian was dumbfounded, this is really frighteningly persistent.

Although for this group of cultivators, ten years is just a blink of an eye, but knowing that you are being watched by a pervert all the time is always very uncomfortable.

"Why is he so attached to Zhuang Su?" Shen Gu Nian couldn't figure it out, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration: "Could it be because of the extremely yin body?"

Jiang Lei's eyes were as cold as frost, his already stern facial features became more serious, his brows were twisted into a Sichuan shape: "Did Zhuang Su tell you?"

Shen Gu Nian thought about what Zhuang Su did to him last night, his teeth were inexplicably sour, and he nodded with half a pig's face: "Zhuang Su said it last night."

After a pause, he raised three fingers seriously and reiterated: "Brother Jiang, I assure you again, I really really didn't do anything against Zhuang Su..."

Speaking of this, Shen Gunian sighed and touched his pig's face: "Obviously, I am the victim..."

So, why is it always me who gets hurt?

Jiang Lei: Jiang Lei coughed, his eyes wandered: "Come back to business."

Shen Gunian looked at Jiang Lei's guilty side face with faint eyes, and asked his own doubts: "So, last night's Zhuang Su was really Zhuang Su?"

Jiang Lei didn't expect him to be so direct, and pondered: "It's him, and it's not him."

Shen Gunian: I hate this kind of talk the most, as if I didn't say anything, can't I be more straightforward?

"What is that extremely yin body to evil cultivators?" Shen Gunian asked his second doubt.

Jiang Lei stared at Shen Gu Nian's expression sharply, and said after a while: "You should have heard of it, Lu Ding."

Shen Gunian blinked, and suddenly realized for a while.

Fuck, isn't Zhuang Su's setting the hero in the novel?