When Cang Ji kicked open the door, Jinglin was already awake. Not only did he wake up, but he was also soaked in hot water. Cang Ji arrived at the door and saw Jinglin smooth at first glance - no, it should be smooth but with a scarred back like broken porcelain lines. The uncovered wounds formed a light net, which caught Cang Ji off guard, as if he was hitting the wolf and tiger inside, and he couldn't even move his eyes away.

"Don't you lock the door when taking a shower?" Cang Ji hugged his shoulders and turned a blind eye to the broken door bolt. He leaned against the door panel, as if he would be eaten by Jinglin after taking a step further.

Jinglin looked at Cang Ji with a side look, and a beautiful arc was drawn on his chin and neck. Cang Ji was a little jealous of the water droplets. One or two of them urged Jing Lin, making the elegance between his eyebrows exposed in the bathtub without any cover.

"The door bolt is useless." Jinglin closed his eyes for a moment and said, "What did you hear below?"

Cang Ji did not answer, but asked, "Who has drawn so many paths on your back?"

Jinglin said: "No one."

Cang Ji sneered: "You have been 'honest' to me', so why bother holding on to the last fig leaf? The world is a good win or loss. Whose troops have you lost? What is worth hiding again and again? Even if you don't say it today, you will definitely be able to hide it tomorrow?"

"It makes sense." Jinglin said, "but what does it have to do with you."

"The relationship is not ordinary." Cang Ji said, "You sleep with me every day, and you forget that you are too heartless when you wake up."

"Isn't it good to be heartless?" Jinglin laughed, but his face was still moving. "It's easy to speak without heartlessness."

Cang Ji wanted to answer the conversation, but he saw him stand up from the water. Water droplets were splashing, and Jinglin carried him on his back and attracted his clothes to wear. Cang Ji looked at the snow-white coat, covering the scars faintly, like a thin mist. He never knew that Jing Lin looked so beautiful from behind. All the charming and charming colors strangled by Jinglin were hidden on his back. Just wearing a clothes like this would pour the enchanting meaning of the room, making people no longer feel cold, but hot, sweaty and dry mouth.

Cang Ji wanted to avoid his eyes, but he felt that avoiding it was to admit defeat, so he kept watching Jinglin dress. The clothes layered the snow-white layer, but it seemed that it was still seducing something. Cang Ji felt that it would be better to tear it apart. Why should I wear it? He hasn't touched it yet.

"No one scratched my back, but it was broken." Jinglin looked back and saw Cang Jiru facing the enemy, he was stunned. "What are you doing behind the door?"

"Play." Cang Ji let his fierce thoughts flow, but his face was not leaking. "It's broken? Are you a porcelain spirit?"

Jinglin said coldly: "What, are you?"

The two of them faced each other, Jinglin was obviously shorter than him, but Cang Ji felt that he should be taller. He approached without saying a word, turned his head and looked at Jinglin's neck carefully, and even rubbed his eyes back and forth.

"There is no neck."

"Half broken." Jinglin did not want to stay on this issue and said, "What news can you hear downstairs?"

Cang Ji raised his hand with his back, stood in front of Jinglin like a mountain, and said, "The news is not in vain."

"The mortal government office will definitely start investigating." Jinglin ignored him and said, "The girl from his family is lost."

Cang Ji pulled out the stone villain in horror: "Did you tell him secretly?"

Jinglin calmly said: "I saw footprints last night but no body was seen. I guess I was taken away. This case has nothing to do with you and me, but last night was weird. I was afraid that the person holding a copper bell would participate, so you stop."

Cang Ji threw the stone man he was carrying back to the bed, poured him on himself, pillowing his hands and following Jinglin with his eyes, and said, "So you have to check it out too. I have heard other news, if you want to know, beg me."

Jinglin opened the door and was about to leave. Cang Ji suddenly stood up, pulled the person back with a bright thread. Jinglin raised his wrist and saw that he had tied a bright thread by him at some point.

"Just ask you to beg me." Cang Ji sat down with a big golden sword and smiled, "Do you also need me to teach you how to move your mouth?"

Jinglin lifted his wrist, and the thread was tied tightly, and it was clearly what Cang Ji had specially figured out to tie him. Cang Ji clamped his long legs and stuck Jinglin in front of him.

Cang Ji threatened, "Time doesn't wait for others, don't ask me to wait for a long time."

Jinglin's lips were tightly pursed.

Cang Ji looked up at him: "You are so strange. Are people so strange? I often can't tell whether you are cold or hot."

"It's cold." Jinglin said, "How can a dead person be hot?"

"Don't fool me." Cang Ji stared at Jinglin, with some evil spirits overflowing from his lips. He turned his head and pressed his lips into Jinglin's wrist, and slid it down to Jinglin's palm. "You're sweating so hot."

He half-contained his eyes and sank in Jinglin's palm, like a tiger beast that sniffs the roses, or like a ignorant and straightforward deer. If innocence can be with evil nature, then most of it is the charming color on this face. Jinglin's fingertips shrank, Cang Ji didn't notice it, but just raised his eyes and stopped in his palm, as if he would not let go if Jinglin didn't speak, as if he bullied Jinglin, making Jinglin embarrassed, angered Jinglin, and made him happy. This koi found the pleasure of temptation besides swallowing.

Jinglin finally compromised, his alienation could not resist such a single shot, so he said quietly: "Please--is it?"

Cang Ji happily let go of his hand and said, "It's easy to say."

He only said that Cang Ji was about to tell Jinglin the details, but he heard the window being swept away by a blizzard, and the whistling wind blew in his ears.

Cang Ji and Jinglin acted tacitly together. He leaned over and fell down, with Jinglin between his legs. A magic wand was swept across the two of them with evil spirits, and the tables and chairs in the house were shattered.

"It's wonderful." Cang Ji lay down and smiled muffled, looking at Jinglin only in his eyes, and said, "This is no wonder. Someone is coming to ruin the fun. Let's leave the rest of the words."

Unexpectedly, Jinglin bent his knees and pressed against the inside of his thighs, and his whole upper body was filled with his arms. Cang Ji refused everyone, but just tightened his legs slightly. The moment Jinglin fell into his arms, the wind and snow had already surged in, and white pieces suddenly flew into the room.

Cang Ji heard the window smiling and said, "This is a polite person. I am the monk in the Jiutian Realm Soul Chasing Prison. Who intercepted my brother Huangquan's work last night? I came here to ask for advice."

As the sound fell, Cang Ji felt that the roof of the inner room suddenly pressed down. The scene in front of him was shortened, and the gaps around him were crazily reduced. It seemed that he was wrapped in Wuzhi Mountain with just a single word, and tightly stuck his throat. When the magic wand was smashed, a faint blue light wave suddenly burst out in a circle. Countless monsters covered their faces with a sorrow, and they almost revealed their true colors when they hit it.

This is not the man from Huangquan? He is clearly the titled god in the Nine Heavens Realm!

Cang Ji Linghai was excited. If Jinglin had not been pressed against his chest first, he would have choked blood and broke his body by the smash. But even so, he seemed to have been whipped into the spine and his whole body was filled with a sharp pain.

Jinglin never calculated that he could escape the sound of the Sea Jiao Zong, but he could not escape the Drunk Mountain Monk. Even if Cang Ji ate him at this moment, he could not withstand the Drunk Mountain Monk's staff!

Cang Ji raised his finger to cover the blood, got up and retreated. But the time was wrong, how could Wuzhi Mountain easily escape? Cang Ji was just getting up, and a skinny old monk Dai Li fell from the window and shook his head.

"Is it you? Don't leave, just have fun with me!"

This old monk is no other person, but the drunken mountain monk in the soul-chasing prison. This man has been living in the midst of nine hundred years and ascended to the country. Because he is so drunk and crazy, he has been known as the "drunk mountain". Many years ago, he was cut off from his hair due to love and bowing to the Buddha of the Brahma altar, but because the world has not yet ended, he has not really converted to Buddhism. When Jinglin was still Linsong, he had met several times, but he didn't know what he had experienced in the past five hundred years, and he became so old.

The monk from the drunken mountain blocked the window with a stick, blocked the road, and grabbed Cang Ji with his hands. Cang Ji slipped and avoided dodging, and the monk from the drunken mountain laughed: "Is it slipping or not? It's really a koi!"

He saw through Cang Ji's original body at first sight, then looked in. When he saw Jinglin shaking his legs anxiously, scratching the back of his neck, and shouting, "But what are you? A human is not like a human, a ghost is not like a human, and it is covered quite tightly!"

Jinglin pressed Cang Ji's shoulder and faced the monk Zuishan. He said that with this press and help, Cang Ji realized that not only his face changed, but his temperament also changed sharply.

"What am I?" said Jinglin, "Can't you see it?"

The drunk monk was drunk and his eyes were turbid. His eyes lingered on Jinglin's face: "I don't recognize you, no matter which one!"

The palm wind hit the face in an instant, Jinglin shook his body and avoided it, and walked calmly with a few steps under his feet. The light flashed in the eyes of the monk Zuishan, and he sat upright with a "huh?". The magic wand could not move easily, so he could only let his palms chase Jinglin like playing, but found that Jinglin was far more difficult to catch than Cang Ji. The monk Zuishan could not catch people, but could not even catch the corner of his clothes. Not only did he get up, but he woke up even seven or eight minutes of wine.

"Who are you?" The monk Zuishan suddenly turned his hand and pushed it, but heard the sound of the wind whirling, cutting the corner of Jinglin's robe through the entrance of the road.

"What a good man to cover up." The monk from the Drunk Mountain put his magic wand on the ground, and opened his posture with bare hands. "Your body skills are mysterious, weird, I'm having a fight with you!"

The Zuishan Monk still had his voice, and Jinglin had already bullied himself. The collision between the two sides broke out like a storm, and the tables, chairs and benches burst into pieces. Although Jinglin was weak in spirit, he said that he was extraordinary and his moves were ruthless. This awakening made him regain his spirit. The Zuishan Monk blocked his body and his arm was caught and twisted with a "click" sound. He was thin, but he could not move at all. He fisted a little closer and fist. This was as fast as a storm. He thought that he could make Jinglin retreat, but unexpectedly, Jinglin flipped his wrist flexibly and wielded the Zuishan Monk's punch. Instead, he pressed his lifeline with his fingers, and his shoulders were blocked, and the Zuishan Monk smashed the Zuishan Monk to the ground. Jinglin swung, and the movement was completed in one go, flowing water.

The monk from the drunken mountain lay for a few moments before he stood up. He stepped on the ground, shaking violently around him, and the magic wand jingled and swung.

"Who are you?" The monk from the Drunken Mountain moved his true nature, covered his hand with a stick, and asked again, "The only one in heaven who can suppress me is Kill Ge Jun. Who are you? You haven't shown your face yet!"

The golden light of the magic wand rose sharply, and the monsters within a few miles suddenly ran away like a shocked ape and a rabbit, and fled in a hurry. Jinglin was not forced, but was deeply trapped in the fierce counterattack of the Zuishan Monk. The Zuishan Monk rolled the snow with golden sticks, and suddenly every move seemed to be under the top of Mount Tai, and it was too heavy to be controlled. Jinglin was not as good as the spiritual sea, and he could still be at ease by relying solely on his moves. This would not work, and he was forced to retreat step by step.

"There must be a conspiracy when sneaking! What kind of evil are you?"

Jinglin was calm on his face: "What, are you afraid?"

The monk from the drunken mountain touched the magic wand, and the long staff turned in his palm, and he looked at Jinglin with a stick!

"When I smashed this skin and found out!"

The magic wand was wrapped in gold. When it was chopped down, the wind was torn apart around it, and everything was like waves. If it hit, Jinglin would probably break again! In this dangerous moment, the monk from the drunken mountain sank on his wrist and his whole person was pulled back by the huge force. He was just a moment of negligence, and he saw Jinglin in front of him with one hand, the flying snow turned into a sword, and swept decisively towards his throat.

The monk Zuishan immediately leaned back with the force, and Jinglin's sword end swept across his throat. He had seen the gods of the Nine Heavens, but he was still embarrassed under the power of this moment. However, the next moment, the sword turned into snow and drifted away. Jinglin kicked the monk Zuishan, and smashed the object and fell on the wall.

Jinglin gasped slightly, and his wrist moved, and was pulled into his arms by Cang Ji. The monk from the drunken mountain had already jumped up and was furious: "Okay! I want to see who you are today!"

Cang Ji was dazzling by the golden light, Jinglin's cold hand was already slapped on the side of his neck, and he said hoarsely: "Run!"

Cang Ji rolled around with his arms, the door had already broken open, and the two of them fell down the ladder together. Cang Ji touched Jinglin's trembling hands, pulled his neck around him, and stood up without thinking and jumped out. However, the drunken monk snorted coldly, and the golden light shook and pushed and slapped at the two of them like waves. Cang Ji pointed to the threshold and jumped up.

The monk from the drunken mountain said, "Don't run, don't run, I still have to play!"

As the words were heard, the wind roared, and the magic wand was thrown out fiercely. The whole world was blizzard two times, and even the wind had to give way to the magic wand. It easily chased Cang Ji like a sharp arrow. Cang Ji jumped out of his way, but he could not resist its approach no matter what. His back was cold and he was pressing hard, and his blood was about to stop at this moment.

The golden light burst, and the snowy night was bright. The snow waves roared and rolled, and the monsters in the town shouted loudly. Jinglin turned over and swept Cang Ji's head, and then subdued the magic wand and hit the back. Cang Ji's arms sank. The two of them were hit by the snow in the surging wind. The blood splattered on the cheeks, and Cang Ji's chest was wet from Jinglin. He hit the ground and hurt his sharply, and he grabbed Jinglin who was falling.

Within the palm of your hand, blood was dripping.
Chapter completed!