shut up, shameless old thief

Shi Yuan: "And he usually pretends to be that stupid and heartless appearance. In my opinion, it's just to let outsiders pity and sympathize with him. In his heart, he should be more ruthless than anyone else."

Bian Ling's face became increasingly ugly.

Seeing his resentful appearance, Shi Yuan didn't add fuel to the picture after he had achieved his goal. After all, if he slandered Ji Bingzhu too much, he might make Bian Ling suspect that his purpose was not pure.

Looking at Bian Ling's crumbling body, he sneered, and was about to push another wave of magic energy into his body secretly, but before he could do it, a familiar aura suddenly came from the air.

The life-and-death instinct of licking blood at the edge of a knife for many years made Shi Yuan's eyes narrow, and he didn't care that Bian Ling quickly flew back a few steps, and he was still a little embarrassed when he landed.

After Shi Yuan stood still, he looked at the empty yard in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost, his face quickly sank.

Bian Ling looked at him, as if he didn't know why he suddenly changed his face, and followed his gaze, the courtyard where the door was opened was still as empty as before.

But Shi Yuan seemed to have seen something terrifying, his face was full of fear, he gritted his teeth slightly, and said in a low voice, "We'll see."

After saying these nonsensical words, he didn't even bother to care about Bian Ling, he just turned over his black robe, and his body instantly turned into a cloud of black mist and disappeared on the spot.

After Shi Yuan left, the looming aura in the air also receded, Bian Ling suddenly relaxed, took a deep breath and almost fell to the ground.

He had just been hit in the chest by the evil energy of resentment, and now his throat was churning with blood, as if he could spit out a mouthful of blood with just one mouthful. He held on to the door frame and gasped for a while, before walking into the yard with red eyes .

Bian Ling had always thought that Ji Bingzhu's courtyard was relatively small, but at this moment, for some reason, he suddenly felt that the courtyard seemed ridiculously large, and walked slowly for a while before reaching the corridor in front of the room.

Bian Ling looked at the umbrella hanging on the pillar, with a wry smile on his face.

Ji Bingzhu's sense of presence is too strong, he alone can create a mighty army every day, filling all his vitality into the entire yard, making it difficult for Bian Ling to ignore it.

But after he disappeared suddenly, the originally lively and narrow courtyard became empty and silent.

People's habits are like instincts, they are too difficult to change, and it takes a long time to adapt to the changed life.

But now, Ji Bingzhu has only disappeared for a long time, and Bian Ling has been accustomed to the noise and joy for five years, and there is no way to change it in a short time.

He sat slumped on the wooden planks of the promenade, and looked around the empty courtyard with empty eyes, inlaid with the pillars of the beast inner alchemy, the phoenix tree that had lost all its leaves, the string of lanterns that were lit yesterday, and the The picture-like scene, every corner of the yard is the same as before, but...

But there is one less person who twitters back and forth every day.

Looking at the empty yard, Bian Ling suddenly felt the sadness of being abandoned. This emotion came too fast, and before Bian Ling could react, his nose was sour, and his line was clear. Tears are already welling up in my eyes.

One of his pupils has turned into a complete magic pupil at some point, and the magic pupil will not shed tears. Tears flowed down from his intact blood-colored eyes, coupled with his ruthless face. The expression on his face looked particularly terrifying.

Bian Ling stretched out his hands to look, and found that his hands were trembling slightly. He watched and suddenly laughed, tears fell, but the smile was unprecedentedly bitter.

"What's wrong with me?" Bian Ling thought, "Am I not good enough for you? Did I feel sorry for you? Why did you leave me alone without saying anything?"

He cried and laughed, bent his legs and buried his face in his knees, his shoulders trembling weakly.

"Too despicable," he whispered.

Yes, Ji Bingzhu is indeed despicable. He rescued a person from despair, and gave him a new belief and a new life, but when Bian Ling saw through his heart and recognized his feelings, he did not miss him. His departure cut off all connections between the two.

Even if it is a kitten or puppy, it will have some feelings after being raised for five years, let alone a living person.

Bian Ling sat in the corridor for a whole day, and he seemed to feel that someone was embracing him gently while he was half asleep. He was startled suddenly, woke up from his sleep, and looked back and forth for a while, only to realize that it was just his own illusion .

He clearly knew that it seemed to be an illusion caused by himself falling asleep, but that gentle embrace seemed to be the last straw to save his life. He dug out the inner alchemy of the beast in the yard to illuminate it, and entered the painting again.

There are tens of thousands of books in the painting, and sometimes Bian Ling suspects that Ji Bingzhu has snatched all of Gu Jing's books, and they will take out some of them whenever they have time during the five years There are only two books published in the painting world until now, which shows that the number of these books is huge.

After Bian Ling came in, he was not in the mood to look at the densely packed books. He walked along the bookshelves step by step, hoping to see Ji Bingzhu sleeping soundly in the books at a certain corner.

With such last expectation, he spent five days and went through all the picture-in-picture scenes in the three rooms without rest.

Unsurprisingly, Ji Bingzhu was still absent.

Bian Ling didn't know if he was desperate. After he came out of the painting, his face had become completely indifferent. He walked to the stone pillar inlaid with the inner alchemy and wanted to put the inner alchemy back in his hand, but He stuffed it for a long time, but he couldn't get the small hole right. He became more and more anxious and angry. He was so impatient that he almost went crazy, but his expression became colder and colder.

Until the end, he really lost his heart, and smashed the inner alchemy on the stone pillar with a cold face. Both the stone pillar and the inner alchemy were broken and scattered on the ground, stirring up a burst of dust.

Perhaps breaking the beautiful things into pieces slightly relieved the mania in Bian Ling's heart. He looked at the stone chips on the ground without blinking, and suddenly flicked his fingers. Xin Tinghou was directly held in his palm. Without looking at it, he waved a wave of spiritual power to the side.

The screen in the courtyard was sliced ​​open by the powerful wind blade, and with a "bang", the priceless screen in the painting broke in two and fell to the ground messily. The aura on the painting dissipated little by little, turning into a Dots of white light, like dandelions, slowly flew into the void.

After a while, that painting completely became a broken and ordinary painting.

Bian Ling looked coldly at the dusty painting that fell on the ground, and for some reason, the fury in his heart still did not disappear.

"I'm so sick."

Bian Ling thought: "He and I are not related, I am just an ant adopted by him, how could he care about a person with such low spiritual power like me with such a high position? Why should I ask him Do I have to agree to leave?"

He was mocking himself like this, but at the same time he couldn't control the rage and frenzy. Xin Zhanhou waved again, and the knife wind slashed towards the phoenix tree beside him, only to see a flash of light, and half of the dead branches of the phoenix tree were chopped off. It fell directly to the ground, and the branches were in a mess.

After Bian Ling made a slash, he seemed to sense something, and Xin Tinghou turned around and flew out directly, rushing towards the wall not far away with a whistling sound.

Xin Tinghou stopped abruptly in the air an inch before the door of the visitor, and Bian Ling turned around coldly: "What are you doing here?"

The little raccoon is still in the usual form of a little nine-tailed fox, sitting upright on a high wall, looking particularly charming. Foxes are inherently seductive, not to mention that his original form is so powerful that even Ji Bingzhu can resist it. Can't help but look good.

Little raccoon doesn't like the human form very much, so he can try not to use the human form if he can. After all, the body of the nine-tailed fox makes him feel comfortable.

He flicked his nine fluffy tails, sneered, and said lightly: "Let me see how embarrassed you are."

Bian Ling said coldly: "Traitor."

The little raccoon retorted: "Trash."

Bian Ling's eyes were not good, and he looked at him indifferently. The little raccoon jumped down from the high wall, not paying attention to Xin Dinghou at the side. He looked at the broken painting for a while, "Tsk tsk" twice, and said: "If Ji Bingzhu knew that you treated his baby like this, he would definitely kill you."

Bian Ling sneered: "Just kidding, he has left Luomo Mountain and will never come back."

The little raccoon said: "Didn't you already know his identity? As long as you go to Luyi City, you will definitely find him."

Bian Ling has never thought about this problem, but...

He turned his head to look at the empty courtyard, and said coldly: "Since he left me mercilessly, it means that he doesn't care about me at all. If I chased after me with a faceless face, I would be too ignorant, maybe he... "

Maybe it was because I was too in the way that he left without saying hello, maybe he was still secretly happy that he finally lost me at this time.

Bian Ling thought about it, but he still didn't say the following words. Saying that would not only hurt his heart, but also make the little raccoon laugh at him.

The little raccoon looked at him suspiciously, and rarely said anything mocking, "Do you humans usually think so much? Don't you like him very much? If you like him, why worry so much?"

Bian Ling's heart skipped a beat, suddenly he seemed to think of something, his heart seemed to miss half a beat, and then fell into an ice cellar.

He suddenly remembered the kiss he had before Ji Bingzhu fell asleep, and the phrase "I am happy with you", after he said that, he went out without thinking much.

But he had come to see Ji Bingzhu when he was practicing, and Aya, who was standing by at that time, would look at him with an extremely ugly expression.

Bian Ling originally thought that Aya was worried about Ji Bingzhu's injury, but after Xiaoli said so, he couldn't help but have another idea.

if……

If Aya hadn't cultivated his mind and closed his five senses when he was kissing Ji Bingzhu, then it is entirely possible that he saw this scene.

Thinking of this, Bian Ling broke out in cold sweat.

If this is the case, then Ah Ya told Ji Bingzhu that if Ji Bingzhu's ability and status felt that he was too disgusting or too wishful thinking, it was possible to leave Luomo Mountain without saying a word as soon as the bottleneck was reached. .

Bian Ling looked at the mess in the yard in astonishment, and was completely speechless.

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