"Boy-like, good."

The corners of the Yin-Yang Japanese mouth raised slightly, showing a satisfied smile.

His fingertips were extremely cold, and they passed by Lin Jie's chest, as if they were admiring the most wonderful body in the world.

In an instant, Lin Jie felt that his body was extremely light, and an unprecedented pleasure filled his limbs and bones. The joy made him more and more unable to extricate himself. He seemed to want to immerse himself in the whole life, and even give him whatever he wanted to give.

"Boy." Master Dao shouted sternly.

However, Lin Jie was indifferent and gradually became numb. Only when the light of the sky was reaching, his body was shining with a purple color, as if it was being held tightly.

"It's great." Lin Jie's soul became more and more empty, like a candle in the wind, and it would be silent at any time.

The Yin-Yang Japanese slowly approached, licking the corner of his mouth with his tongue, revealing an intoxicating look.

Bang……

Suddenly, a loud noise broke the dead silence of the night. A dry arm flew high, a blood mark passed through the air, and then it fell heavily.

This sudden change made Dao Ye change his face instantly. The Yin-Yang Japanese covered his broken arm and made a strange wailing sound, which suddenly retreated. A hint of fear overflowed from his originally cold face.

Master Dao was overjoyed and suddenly turned his head: "Boss..."

However, behind him was empty. Just when he was confused, when the light of his eyes arrived, he was stunned. His old face shook suddenly, and he couldn't believe everything he saw.

"Boy, you..."

At this time, Lin Jie had a wanton smile on his lips, and his pupils were as deep and mysterious as an abyss, as if he could take a look and his soul would fall into it.

His entire temperament has changed, becoming evil and arrogant, arrogant, completely different from before.

The strangest thing is that at the center of his eyebrows, scarlet bloodstains slowly appeared and finally turned into the word "nine".

"The world has really changed. A little ghost dares to touch him!"

A lazy voice sounded, with a bone-broken chill.

The Yin-Yang Japanese were stunned and there seemed to be confusion, shock, and fear in their dark pupils.

Many emotions mixed together, making the fierce ghost's body tremble.

"Jiu, Master Jiu." Yin and Yang Devils said inconclusively.

Lin Jie glanced lightly, and the cold and arrogant gaze fell on Master Dao, who was immediately shocked.

"What's going on with this kid?"

"Mingshan, it's really worse than the next generation." Lin Jie sighed softly, and he walked over and looked forward.

"Do you know death?"

The Yin-Yang Devil knelt on the ground with a thud, as if he was extremely frightened.

"How could you...how could you...how could you be in a...human...this...this is not in line with the rules..." The Yin-Yang Devil said tremblingly.

"Nonsense, is it your turn to teach me a lesson?"

Lin Jie waved his hand and directly tied the Yin-Yang Japanese's neck and lifted it in the air. The latter's feet were kicking around, and his face showed an incomparable look of fear.

"Jiu... Master Jiu spared your life, Xiao... I know I was wrong." Yin Yang Japanese said in pain.

"If you touch him, you will die." Lin Jie said incredibly domineeringly. His voice seemed to come from the abyss, mysterious and profound, exuding an indesecrated majesty.

The Yin-Yang Japanese were emitting light smoke, as if they were burned by fire, and the dense runes on their bodies began to become dim.

"I have practiced for a hundred years, and it's really not easy... Master Jiu... is very proud..." The Yin-Yang Japanese begged.

"Nonsense." Lin Jie looked cold and had no feelings at all.

Buzz...

At this moment, the Yin-Yang ghost pupil suddenly opened its mouth wide, and in an instant, the angrily and shrill cry came from his mouth.

There seemed to be a hundred ghosts wailing there, trying to crawl out of the abyss of hell.

Immediately afterwards, a blood light flew out from the Yin-Yang Japanese, like a small sword, only three inches long.

However, the blood sword exuded a fierce and pungent fishy smell. The smell made Master Dao spit out a mouthful of blood and almost fainted.

At such a close distance, the blood sword hit Lin Jie's forehead, and the latter's head suddenly shook back.

The Yin-Yang Japanese landed on the ground with a thud.

call out……

He got up and left, not daring to stay at all, but before he could take two steps, he stepped on his feet and stepped on it to the ground.

"You..." The Yin-Yang Japanese looked at him in horror.

The word "nine" between Lin Jie's eyebrows was slowly squirming, and the small sword turned into blood and was blocked by the word "nine".

"So brave." Lin Jie Leng Ran, his feet were pressing hard, and the black air was invading like dark night, swallowing the Yin and Yang Japanese devils. His shrill screams seemed to come from the depths of the underworld, eating flesh and bones, and tearing them endlessly.

"Ah...who is he?"

In a blink of an eye, the Yin-Yang Japanese turned into ashes and drifted with the wind. Only a faint flame that was born and destroyed, swaying into a strange figure.

"You..." Master Dao was in amazement and suspicion, and sat there, his old face filled with shock.

That was the Yin-Yang Devil, the legendary evil thing, was destroyed like this? Even the ordinary thunder method could not be controlled. As far as Master Dao knew, there are only a few things in the world that just happened to restrain this thing.

Lin Jie didn't even look at the faint flame, staring at the faint flame, his eyes cold.

"It's been so many years, and I don't know if I can wait for that day."

Lin Jie sighed softly, loneliness and deepness, as if a pool of autumn water had invaded the youth of thousands of years.

Suddenly, the blood marks on his eyebrows quickly dissipated, and then his body shaking, and he was about to fall down.

At this moment, the breeze blew by, and a majestic figure appeared beside Lin Jie, holding him in his hand.

The wide robe and cloak were swaying, and the mountain-like figure drove away the uneasiness of this sneaky night.

"Boss!?" Master Dao shouted in dismay. The middle-aged man in front of him with a sloppy beard was the boss of Samadhi Bookstore.

"It's really tragic." The little loli also came in. Looking at the mess all over the ground, she could imagine what a tragic battle she had just experienced.

"Old charlatan, even you failed." The little loli teased.

Master Dao glared fiercely, without saying a word, and his attention was always on Lin Jie. The scene just now was so weird. Even though he was so sophisticated and used to seeing the wind and clouds, he felt it was incredible.

"Boss, this kid..." Master Dao just spoke.

The middle-aged man shook his head: "Master Dao, I know what you are going to ask, but I can't answer your question."

"You just pretend that you didn't see what happened today." As he said that, the boss raised his hand and the faint flame disappeared, as if he had crawled into his nightgown.

"Let's go and carry his body back."

"What?" The little loli widened her eyes: "Boss, this is not in compliance with the rules and will cause trouble."

"Yes, he is dead, he should be sent down. The body should not be touched." Dao also said.

"No." The middle-aged man shook his head: "Although a person is dead, he still has some help."

The little loli's face changed slightly, and a hint of anxiety arose in her heart: "Boss, you don't want to..."

"Resurrection with the corpse!"
Chapter completed!