Fang Zhi followed the boy to Zhang's house. The whole house had a strong fishy smell, filled with demonic energy, and there was a strong sense of discomfort.

Fang Zhi was about to enter the room to check the situation, when the young man behind him pulled his sleeve, as if he was dragging a heavy iron stone.

He turned his head, and saw that the boy's double temporum was covered with black lines at some point, while baring his white teeth, his blood-red mouth was wide open, and he was about to bite off his arm. Fang Zhi quickly drew his hand and raised his sword, the demon who disguised as a young man had returned to his Jingben appearance, his sharp teeth knocked on the sword, making a loud bang. Fang Zhi took advantage of the situation and took a few steps back. The demons spit on the ground and swooped in his direction again and again.

Several demons came out of the house one after another, looking at the young man not far away, they were a little anxious, and their eyes lit up.

Cultivators have spiritual energy, and spiritual energy is also a great supplement to them. If the benefit of killing an ordinary person is one, then killing a monk will yield ten or even more. Even if it is easy to be disadvantaged one-on-one, if five or six demons gather together, whether it is a wheel battle or a simultaneous attack or even a sneak attack, it is quite difficult for ordinary monks to deal with. It is obviously not the first time for the few demons gathered here to do this kind of thing, Fang Zhi did not reveal his aura, and looked no different from ordinary cultivators. 6210510500

At this moment, they are all eager to try to attack the youth. Although Fang Zhi couldn't use the spell, he still carried a wave of rapid onslaught, and not only was he unscathed, but he also inflicted heavy damage on the opponent, and the demon lay on the ground and screamed. And the few demons who had been watching before looked at each other, and found that although this person's momentum was not obvious, but it was clearly a hard bone that was not easy to chew, so we decided to go together. In the end, two fists are hard to beat with four hands. This side knows that they can't use magic, and the few people over there cooperate tacitly, and they even make a sneak attack. In the end, they really let them steal a flaw, and a sharp hidden weapon quenched with poison shot straight at the direction of the young man's back heart.

The several demons who attacked him were overjoyed, and they were seriously injured and dragged Fang Zhiding to the spot and couldn't move.

Fang Zhi was dragged by them like this, secretly gritted his teeth and prepared to carry it hard, while trying to avoid the key points, the movements on the other hand did not stop. The sword-wielding wrist twisted and turned to remove half of the arm of one demon, and stabbed the other in the opposite direction. Dark red blood splashed on his clothes, the smell was unpleasant, and there was a trace of black magic. Seeing that the hidden weapon is about to fall on Fang Zhi. A long black feather swayed and fell down, just in front of the hidden weapon, and it stopped it gently and skillfully. Then I heard a small sound, and the hidden weapon fell to the ground. Not to mention that the few demons on the field were stunned, even Fang Zhi couldn't help but be stunned. The black feathers also became huge in an instant, hovering around Fang Zhi's side as if they were self-conscious, and at the same time, like a whip, they pulled the surrounding demons back several feet away.

"I told you to obey."

The man's voice fell softly and softly, with a vague sense of helplessness, Fang Zhi turned his head suddenly, and saw Lin Ji who appeared beside him at some point, with a clear expression on his face of surprise. Lin Ji smiled and raised her hand, her cool fingertips lightly pressed against Fang Zhi's eyebrows, and then she tapped on it affectionately.

Fang Zhi was not prepared for him, his eyes closed and his body was about to fall.

At the same time, he silently released a trace of momentum.

·Either disappear in front of my eyes now, or disappear forever in this world. "Originally, they were still watching secretly not far away, to see if they could find an opportunity to sneak attack again, and the expressions of the few demons changed instantly, and they hurriedly ran away.

When Fang Zhi woke up again, it was already dark outside. Lin Ji sat by the window and looked at the sky, with a splendid profile against the darkness of the night, and the whole person had a hazy mysterious elegance.

Zhao Cai obediently stood beside him, only occasionally bowing his head to comb his beautiful feathers. Fang Zhigang took two glances, and the other party had already noticed his sight. Those hesitations and hesitations were immediately collected, and they turned their heads slightly and smiled at him:

"Well," Fang Zhi pressed his brow lightly, feeling a dull pain in his head, and the memory in his mind gradually returned, he suddenly raised his head suddenly, 'that Zhang Jialin went to the table and poured it for him A glass of water: If someone goes, or if they go a little later, they probably won't be able to save a single one. Fang Zhi nodded and slowly drank half a glass of water, always feeling as if he had forgotten something very important. His memory was also a bit messy.

He felt as if he was knocked out by a hidden weapon, and also felt that the hidden weapon did not hit him. Lin Ji should have saved himself, but how did he think about how he drove those demons away later, Fang Zhi looked back at Lin Ji and found that the latter's face was paler than usual. Fang Zhi's breath was condensed, his heart skipped a beat, and he blurted out before he had time to think: "You are hurt." Lin Ji looked into his eyes, took in the concern in the other's eyes, and then couldn't help but chuckle.

"I'm fine."

Fang Zhi frowned, clearly not believing: "Let me see." Lin Ji held down the clothes on her body, and there was still a smile on her lips:

The more this person hides and tucks away, the more problematic it is. Fang Zhi grabbed the man's wrist and dragged him onto the bed with a tactful hand, then rolled over on his own, his knees pressed against the soft mattress underneath, and knelt on both sides of Lin Ji's waist. Xiaoxian Shiren doesn't talk much, and he's still a little stunned at the moment, and most of his clothes have been ripped off. Fang Zhi didn't see any wounds, and was about to turn the person away when Lin Ji stretched out his hand and pressed the back of his hand, and laughed softly.

"Why is the little immortal still taking off people's clothes, isn't it appropriate?" Fang Zhi didn't answer, and expressionlessly pulled his other hand and continued to pull on his clothes. Lin Ji was helpless and could only use The other hand continues to block his movement.

I don't know how to fight after that. Lin Ji really had no choice, and finally turned around and turned up and down while holding the young man's ankle, then clasped the opponent's wrist with both hands and pulled it over his head, leaning down slightly and pressing down.

They pulled very close together, their bodies were close together, their chests were up and down, and they could clearly feel each other's heartbeats. The distance between the lips is only a few centimeters, and the distance that can be touched by a slight bow. The breaths of the two were entangled enthusiastically, and the surrounding temperature was also rising. Fang Zhi looked at Lin Ji and looked at the figure in the other's eyes. After all, his heart was speeding uncontrollably, and his ears were filled with the sound of his own unbridled heartbeat.

Lin Ji was also looking at Fang Zhi.

He thought that the world would not be reflected in this person's eyes, but he saw himself in the eyes of young people. Only him. Lin Ji let go of the young man's hand, stroked the end of his eyes with his fingertips, and went down his cheeks, brushing the corners of his lips, and landing on the back of his neck.

Neither of the two spoke.

Fang Zhi can read the meaning of Lin Ji's eyes.

This is his last chance. Push him away, or we'll be doomed together.

Fang Zhi's eyes went down from his eyebrows, to his thin lips, and from his collarbone to his waist. He pursed his lips lightly and closed his eyes slowly.

The previously tightened fingertips also loosened.

Totally laissez-faire attitude.

He had fallen into the trap long ago, and was trying to break free now—it was too late. Lin Ji's fingertips on the back of the young man's neck paused for a while, then slowly moved up, passing through the hair strands, gently supporting the back of the pillow.

He bowed his head slightly and was about to kiss.

There was a sudden tinkling sound.

This sound is not loud, but in the ears of the cultivator, the movement is a bit loud.

Fang Zhi opened his eyes and turned his head, and saw Zhaocai planted head down on the ground like a silly bird, two claws stretched out in the air still splitting forks. even trembling. Lin Ji also came back to her senses, smiled and stretched out her hand to pull up her clothes, while propping up her body and stepping back.

"It's very late, let's rest early today, and I'll take you to the magic palace tomorrow." Passing through the inexplicable emotions, I can't say whether I am embarrassed or regretful, I lowered my eyes and nodded lightly. Lin Ji walked over, picked up the silly bird, and left Fang Zhi's room. All the way back to his room, the man threw the lucky money on the table, his face was light, and his temperament was a little indifferent. Lucky fanned his wings and stood up, his tone full of disbelief.

"Are you crazy, have you forgotten who he is, or have you forgotten who you are? Did you just want to get close to him? Lin Ji raised his fingertips slightly and waved it lightly. The lucky bird's beak seemed to be pinched, and he couldn't say anything after that, so he could only jump around the table irritably. Lin Ji ignored it and walked to the window to look at the pitch-black sky outside. After a while, he answered quietly.

"Remember." Lucky continued to jump around on the table.

You remember a fart! If it wasn't for this Wang Yingming and martial arts, if I made some noise in time, you would have kissed me!