The master of cultivating immortals protects me

Who is Xu Xiaofeng?

More than ten years ago, he was an ordinary person who did not belong to this world. Ten years ago, he was the fifth young master of the Xu family whose heart was dug out and he was abandoned. monk.

Standing does not stand, sitting does not sit.

The monk leaning on the back of the chair with Erlang crossed his legs folded his hands in front of his chest, with a vague and cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and if he wore a pair of sunglasses, he would be an Italian mafia, but The premise is to change into a tailored black suit.

He stared at the tree demon trapped in the magic circle with piercing eyes, and burst out laughing without warning. Xu Xiaofeng pointed at the tree demon and laughed out of breath: "Why are you monsters following me?" Just like cosplay players, can't you be normal? Look at your hands and feet, it reminds me of a poem, let me read it to you."

"Withered vines, old trees, faint crows, what about the dryad, does it match you well?" Xu Xiaofeng purposely lowered his head and stared at the dryad's feet, looking at the dryad's feet. Such a rude and direct observation made the dryad tremble with anger. , not to mention that Xu Xiaofeng's mouth was full of deliberately joking words, "I'm sure you are still single now, no man would like a woman with such weird feet, your shoes must be custom-made, no, you must be barefoot Those who walk are like the firewood carried by a woodcutter dragging on the ground, creaking and creaking, which can scare away people three miles away."

"Honest!" The tree demon glared at Xu Xiaofeng fiercely, his dark green eyes were full of killing intent.

This doesn't work for Xu Xiaofeng, firstly, he has a thick skin, and secondly, he has no heart.

So Xu Xiaofeng rubbed his chin with a smile on his face: "Isn't it moral? Could it be that monsters like to treat monks as honorable men?"

There are good and bad in mortals, monks are like this, and so are demons and ghosts. Xu Xiaofeng has never put himself on a moral high ground. He doesn't expect others to be morally high and he doesn't want to become that kind of person himself, whether it's a TV series or a movie. Most of the heroes of justice are not only pitifully aggrieved, but also often unable to protect the people around them.

A tragic hero, please forgive him, Xu Xiaofeng is just an abrupt little person in another world.

There seemed to be endless adjectives and sentences in those well-shaped lips. She thought that this man was going to torture her. Deep in her heart, she despised everyone who tried to knock the truth out of her mouth, no matter how they were. Bitter mouth or threats of abuse, or even use all kinds of cruel means, she is ready to die rather than let go.

But this cultivator who was poisoned by her yesterday has never mentioned anything about last night, except for humiliating her incessantly.

He didn't ask who she was, didn't ask why she possessed the woman named Cui Cui, and didn't even look angry.

She just kept hitting her with a happy face, she didn't know why there were so many unimaginable words in this handsome monk's mind.

The Dryad is not afraid of being tortured or dying, but it can't bear Xu Xiaofeng's verbal provocations, but Xu Xiaofeng really likes this kind of mental attack.