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I prayed Director Jiang not to ask any more questions, and then I heard another sentence from the co-pilot: "No offense."

Fang Sheng: "..." Come on, you know you're special and you still get involved, it's not a big deal to watch the excitement.

He turned his head and looked at Feng Lin helplessly. Feng Lin leaned on the seat, closed his eyes, and turned up the corners of his mouth, as if he had seen through Fang Sheng's embarrassment.

Director Jiang raised his eyebrows at Fang Sheng, and squinted at the co-pilot, implying that Fang Sheng should give Feng Linlu a hand.

Fang Sheng thought about it, for more than 20 years, he hadn't met a person without aura, but he met him on the first day of employment.

Hey!

"Cough cough." Fang Sheng coughed twice, thinking about how to save the face of the two of them.

His master's praise of Fenglin just now flashed in his mind.

"Master said that Mr. Feng is the best candidate to use the power of the king to restore the seal. I don't want to say more."

With a low voice, Fang Sheng tried his best to speak meaningfully and ambiguously, in short, Xuan was done.

Director Jiang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, looked at the back of Feng Lin's head in surprise, pondered for two seconds, and then fell silent.

Feng Lin opened his eyes slightly, his black pupils turned slightly, and he calmly glanced at Fang Sheng's pretendingly calm face, seeing through what hadn't been said.

"Oh, by the way," Fang Sheng took advantage of Director Jiang not turning the corner, and quickly changed the topic: "Director, has Mr. Feng's residence been arranged?"

"Yes, yes, I almost forgot if you didn't mention it, so I'll stay in the hotel next to the Demon Union, oops!" Director Jiang slapped his forehead: "It's broken, the hotel just collapsed."

"You can call me Feng Lin," Feng Lin continued, "I don't have too many demands on where I live."

"I asked the front desk to arrange a place for you." Taking out the phone, Director Jiang said while editing the information: "Or if you have a hotel you like, as long as there is one in city A, don't mention the hotel, all the colleagues of Yaolian It's up to you to choose."

Feng Lin opened his eyes, and his gaze naturally turned to Fang Sheng's face.

Fang Sheng was still secretly glad that he had just been fooled for a while, and was slightly startled by Shang Fenglin's dark eyes.

The place he lives in is not big, and he likes to be quiet, so he is not willing to live with other people for a long time. If he changed someone else, he would definitely refuse immediately, but the other party is Feng Lin.

Only by close contact can we find out more information about the other party. This demon, who has no aura like him, is completely an enticing mystery to the other party.

He really wanted to know why he, as an ordinary human being, did not have a human aura. Fenglin was a good entry point and a rare exploration point.

"If Mr. Feng doesn't dislike my small place, you can come to my house. My house is quite close to the Yaolian." Fang Sheng turned his face slightly, and he looked at Feng Lin, determined to find out everything about him.

"Okay, sorry to bother you." Feng Lin raised his hand, his fingertips were entwined with black mist, and he tapped his finger lightly. The black mist followed his movements and got into the pocket where Fang Sheng put the lamb just now, with a smile on his lips , with deep eyes: "It's a thank you gift. If you encounter trouble, you can provide some protection."

Fang Sheng looked down at his pocket, and smiled back at Feng Lin: "Thank you."

The people who came from the headquarters were different. They could talk so fresh and refined about the surveillance, and they even sold their favors along the way.

Director Jiang raised his eyebrows and looked back and forth at the two people in front. These two people have known each other for less than half a day. When did the relationship become so good?

☆、Chapter 4

The fog outside the car gradually faded, Fang Sheng leaned on his chin and watched the pedestrians on the street swaying, moving slowly like a zombie in a movie.

When the fog cleared and all the pedestrians on the street returned home, this large-scale 'brainwashing activity' was considered a success.

The construction team for repairing the building arrived soon and started working. The news of the earthquake caused by the submarine volcano was widely spread among the citizens.

The old site is not far from the Yaolian building. It is a dilapidated courtyard. On the pure wooden plaque hanging at the entrance of the courtyard, the word "Union" can still be vaguely seen.

The office items in each room in the courtyard are still there. Although they are a little dilapidated, they are still in order.

In the afternoon, everyone was busy moving. Director Jiang communicated with the headquarters and Master Fang Chen on the phone several times. The other good way is to wait patiently.

For the sake of conservatism, the Headquarters of the Demon Federation sent a team of people to set off immediately to find the big monsters and divine beasts that can strengthen the seal.

Director Jiang was sitting on the threshold of the gate, smoking cigarettes one by one, and the big pimple on his brow had never been healed.

Feng Lin is leisurely, he has nothing to do, he wanders between the Yaolian Building and the courtyard all afternoon, with his hands behind his back, shuttling between the streets, like a leader who came to inspect, his actions are old-fashioned and rigid.

The afternoon was very busy, and almost everything was cleaned up towards the evening. Director Jiang told everyone to be vigilant at all times, and they might be called at any time, and then they left after get off work.

Fang Sheng reinforced the charm on the first floor of the building, and led Feng Lin to drive home.

His house is on the west side of Yaolian, only two streets away, and lives on the top floor, the 12th floor.

Back in the community, the two took the elevator upstairs.

Feng Lin took a look inside the elevator, where there was a mirror and an incomprehensible painting.

Fang Sheng pressed down on the 12th floor, lowered his head, put his hands in front of him, thinking about whether he should ask about Fenglin's headquarters, which can be considered as a probe into him.

Just as he was about to speak, Fang Sheng turned his head and saw Feng Lin looking in the mirror, the black mist on his body constantly changing into different styles of clothes.

It's just a huge dressing room.

Perhaps from the street, Fenglin's clothes are of a wide range of styles, except for women's clothing.

I don't know where Feng Lin has gone, but he turned into a big white vest and shorts, holding a cattail fan in his hand, a typical old man sunbathing at the door.

"This is good!" As soon as Fang Sheng grasped Feng Lin's wrist, his heart began to boil, "You look the most handsome in this suit."

But to be honest, with Feng Lin's face and figure, even with a big vest and shorts, he still looks handsome as a yuppie.

Feng Lin stopped changing clothes, looked down at Fang Sheng and held his hand.

Fang Sheng seemed to be stung by his gaze, and immediately let go, coughing lightly as if to cover up: "This body is refreshing."

"Mr. Fang has good taste. We will go out tomorrow and we can refresh together."

The wind is light and the clouds are calm, and there seems to be a deep sea hidden in the black pupils. He is smiling but not smiling, seemingly peaceful, but also gives people an invisible pressure.

While speaking, the mist on his body turned into the same clothes as Fang Sheng again.

Fang Sheng rubbed his nose, he couldn't say what he was going to excuse.

Fortunately, when we reached the 12th floor, Fang Sheng took the opportunity to step out of the elevator, open the door and enter the room.

Fang Sheng's nest is not big, but it is clean and tidy.

There are not many things in the house, simple home appliances are complete, and there is no extra decoration.

A bedroom, a study, the kitchen is the cleanest, in the small living room, there are a few blank symbols and pens for drawing symbols on the coffee table, and a thin blanket is thrown on the sofa. It is not difficult to imagine that a certain owner is nestled on the sofa The scene of fiddling with symbols.

"Sit wherever you want." Fang Sheng picked up the blanket on the sofa and threw it into the bedroom, then put away the talisman on the coffee table and put it back in the study.

Feng Lin kept his hands behind his back and looked at every object in the room. He followed Fang Sheng into the study.

Fang Sheng put the talisman away, and when he turned around, he almost bumped into Feng Lin's face, which made him jump.

Feng Lin didn't expect that he would turn his head suddenly. From such a close distance, he could see his own reflection in the pupils of the other party clearly.

He saw that in Fang Sheng's clear eyes, in the deepest part of the pupil, there was a trace of unknown hostility hidden.

It was a completely different hostility from Fang Sheng's. The breath was buried too deep, but it disappeared after a while.

Feng Lin lost his mind for a moment, but he actually felt pity for a trace of hostility, which was really strange and elusive.

"You...why are you looking at me like that?" Fang Sheng was flustered by Feng Lin's stare, but the study room was too small, and he had to push against the desk after taking two steps back.

"I'm sorry." When he regained his senses, Feng Lin withdrew his gaze, looked at the small study again, scanned the rows of books neatly placed, and asked, "Do you mind?"

Shaking his head, Fang Sheng turned sideways to make way, and walked out of the study cautiously.

He had never been so nervous when he was asked for his number by a young lady on the street, but he was embarrassed to be seen by a big man.

Rubbing his arms, Fang Sheng looked back at Feng Lin's silhouette picking up the book, no matter how you looked at him, he looked old-fashioned and aged.

Feng Lin took down the book with the most traces of flipping through it, and he sat on the chair, resting his chin on one hand, flipping through the book.

This human book is interesting, it records all kinds of mythical beasts and portraits, Feng Lin looked at this story book, looked at it, and was fascinated.

"I heard from Master that there are many in the "Shan Hai Jing"..."

Fang Sheng came over to give Feng Lin a glass of juice, the juice had just been handed over, and before he put it down, Feng Lin seemed to be frightened, and quickly grabbed Fang Sheng's wrist, with strong force, most of the juice in the glass overflowed.

In the next second, black mist covered the spilled juice, hovering in mid-air, Feng Lin frowned lightly, and said in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

There was obvious vigilance in his words.

Fang Sheng was half-sentenced, but was taken aback by Feng Lin's actions: "Drink some juice first, and eat later."

Seeing Fenglin let go, Fang Sheng put down half a glass of juice and continued what he had just said: "Master said that most of the records in the "Shan Hai Jing" are exaggerated, and the descriptions of some mythical beasts are inaccurate or even fabricated. , Mr. Feng has seen it, what do you think?"

"Just call me Feng Lin, you don't have to be too polite." After a pause, Feng Lin continued: "Since the "Shan Hai Jing" is for human beings, why bother to pursue it."

He turned his head, closed the book, threw the juice wrapped in black mist back into the cup, got up and put the "Shan Hai Jing" back in its original place, and continued to look for other books to read.

Fang Sheng saw the spilled juice and put it back, the first thing that came to his mind was, is this black mist hygienic?

Forget it, it wasn't him who drank it anyway, so he didn't care about that much.

Feng Lin is a monster, he never speaks positively in reply, he is very slippery, trying to get something out of his mouth is hard enough.

After Fang Sheng left, Feng Lin stopped looking for the book in his hands, and looked at the glass of juice with doubts in his eyes.

This black mist is his evil spirit, which is equivalent to a part of his body, and his vigilance is no worse than what he can see with his own eyes.

Just now, he could hear Fang Sheng fiddling with other places, and he could also hear the sound of pouring fruit juice, but he didn't notice it at all when he was very close to him?

Taking a breath, Feng Lin put away his doubts and scanned the bookshelves again.

This kid is very fond of monster myths. Most of the books on the bookshelf are related to monsters. Is he that interested in monsters?

For dinner, Fang Sheng stir-fried two vegetarian dishes, and Feng Lin tasted the taste, which suits his taste very well.

"Feng Lin, tell me, what is the origin of that big monster who passed by today?" Holding his job bowl, Fang Sheng stared at Feng Lin, carefully observing his every move.

"I don't know." Feng Lin picked up the vegetables, raised his eyes lightly, and asked back: "What do you think?"

"I think this big monster should be very similar to you." Fang Sheng pointed at Feng Lin, his fair face was full of harmlessness.

"Oh?" Feng Lin was not annoyed, he ate his meal slowly, and asked patiently: "What is the basis?"

"As far as I know, the Headquarters of the Demon Federation is quite far from here. Moreover, you showed up immediately when something happened. It is not a small ability to prevent the waves from pouring back." Fang Sheng's tone was relaxed, and the meaning in the words was not at all clear. Not easy.

"You suspect that I'm that big demon passing by?" Feng Lin asked.

Fang Sheng remained silent and acquiesced.

"If I answer yes, what are you going to do?" Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, Feng Lin took out a tissue and wiped his mouth. He looked at Fang Sheng, his black eyes glistening with cunning.

The room was extremely quiet, the incandescent lamp was bright, casting a shadow under the two men's feet, the two men looked at each other, and time seemed to stand still.

It is not unreasonable for Fang Sheng to doubt Feng Lin.

The timing of Feng Lin's appearance was too subtle, and the rescue was too timely. Moreover, his various behaviors during the day, no matter how you look at it, didn't look like a demon who had lived in the headquarters for a long time, or rather, he didn't look like a monster who lived in the headquarters for a long time, or he didn't look like a monster who lived in the modern society. The demon who has lived for a long time, Fenglin gave him the feeling that he doesn't seem to understand 'yao' at all.

Fang Sheng could feel that Feng Lin was very vigilant during the day, every inch of skin on his body was tense, but his face was pretending to be light and calm, giving people an illusion, considering it comprehensively, it was really suspicious.

The two looked at each other for nearly 2 minutes, and neither of them had the intention of admitting defeat, and they insisted that the other bow their heads first.

"I also don't understand something, and I want to ask for advice." Feng Lin stared at Fang Sheng, and said slowly: "Why don't you dare to tell me who I am?"

These words precisely hit Fang Sheng's weakness, he was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously staggered Feng Lin's gaze, not wanting to be slapped in the face so soon.

As soon as he looked away, he heard Feng Lin chuckle nicely, as if laughing at him for being too young.

Fang Sheng sighed in his heart, he was unwilling to lose in this game.

"There is only one kind of person who can see the aura of monsters." Feng Lin leaned back in the chair, put one hand on the table, and tapped lightly with his slender fingers. With a faint smile, he waited for Fang Sheng's reaction.

"What is it?" Almost without thinking, Fang Sheng stood up with his arms on the table, leaned forward, eager to know the answer.

This question has troubled him for nearly 20 years.

Even Master Fang Chen, who is most respected by the entire human world, never gave him even an ambiguous answer. Fang Sheng couldn't hold his nerve at all when it came to his identity.

"It seems that you don't fully understand yourself." Feng Lin stopped his hands and narrowed the distance between the two of them. He lightly brushed Fang Sheng's chin with his fingers, and said in a low voice, "It's growth." Here, the people on the edge of the wilderness and the human world."

☆、Chapter 5

Fang Sheng suddenly recalled that he did not live in a reinforced concrete city when he was a child, but in a very primitive place.

As long as he can remember, he has lived with his master. As for his biological parents, Master Fang Chen has never mentioned them. Fang Sheng asked several times when he was a child but failed, so he stopped asking.

Later, when he was in primary school, his master brought him to live in City A. As time went by, his memories of the past gradually faded away. If Feng Lin hadn't mentioned the so-called "marginal people" at this moment, Fang Sheng really couldn't remember where he lived in when he was a child. The place.

He remembered that the mountains were full of green grass and unknown flowers, and the little animals ran around when they saw him. There seemed to be a river, which was extremely clear, and the people living there seemed to be only him and the master.

"I've never heard anything about marginalized people, how do you know?" Fang Sheng sat down slowly, he stared at Feng Lin with a calm face, but his heartbeat and breathing were chaotic.

He had been puzzled and persistent for so many years, and finally had an answer.

Although he had never heard of a 'marginal man', it was better than his own perplexed search.

"You don't want to tell me my real body because you can't see it." Feng Lin smiled slightly, leaning back on the back of the chair, tapping the table lightly with his slender fingers, his tone was loose and elegant : "Guess how I know."

Fang Sheng's eyes widened in vain, various speculations flashed through his mind, and finally all of them were concentrated on one point. He paused every word, and asked cautiously: "Are you also a marginal person?"

"Heh," the black mist gathered at Feng Lin's fingertips, he lifted Fang Sheng's chin and looked at him: "You and I have different postures, you are a human, and I am a demon, but if you want to trace the source, there was once a An incredible character who can easily identify the demon's body."

"Who is it?" Fang Sheng frowned, he had read all the files of the Monster Federation, no matter whether it was the Great Wilderness or the Human World, there was no human or monster in history who had the ability to distinguish monsters like him.

"He was called..."

Fang Sheng watched Feng Lin's thin lips open and close. In the next second, the ear-piercing sound of glass shattering covered Feng Lin's voice. Then, a green vine stretched between him and Feng Lin. The thorn, as sharp as a knife, shattered his marble dining table in an instant.

As danger approached, Fang Sheng and Feng Lin's minds rang alarm bells. They reacted extremely quickly. Fang Sheng crouched down with his head in his arms, avoiding vines and broken marbles. Feng Lin used black mist to protect himself. , to avoid injury.

The vines came in from the balcony window. Fang Sheng looked over and found a figure suspended in the air outside the window. Through the glass, he could see the figure's body, intertwined with two kinds of demonic energy, blue and blood red. The blood-red demonic energy rolled, like It was tearing apart the cyan demonic energy.

"Pine pine," Fang Sheng saw the figure outside, and said quickly, "A pine pine that has been enchanted."

Whether it is a human or a demon, the color of the aura on the body is single, and the same is true for the monster's demonic energy. If the demonic energy is mixed with other colors, it is demonic.

Especially this kind of monster, which has two kinds of monster energy that devours and repels each other, is the most confused and unconscious.

Feng Lin looked over, squinted his eyes, and replied coldly, "I know."

Soon, another vine also stretched in, and the crackling sound of destruction was endless, and the sofa and coffee table in the living room were not spared.

The space in the room is limited, and the vines are very destructive. If you hide like this, sooner or later the house will be demolished.

"Fenglin, go to the rooftop!"

Fang Sheng was close to the door, taking advantage of the gap that the vines hadn't attacked, he bent down to open the door, and quickly ran to the rooftop.

When he arrived, Feng Lin also arrived.

The roof has a wide view, there is wind and it is not cold.

The monster who attacked them was also following closely, the opponent was floating in the air, and soon the second wave of attacks would start again.

A hundred meters away, several vines sprang out and headed straight for Fenglin.

Avoiding the wind when it came, he retreated around the entire roof, and the black mist helped him resist.

Fang Sheng turned his wrist slightly, and a talisman appeared in his hand like magic. The talisman in his hand flew out and turned into a barrier, protecting Feng Lin.

Fang Sheng could only help to defend, after all, he only carried the defensive talisman.

When he got home, he changed into his pajamas. There were no attack-type symbols hidden in the pajamas.

But it's strange, according to Fang Sheng's understanding of Feng Lin's ability, although this vine is fast and sharp, it shouldn't be Feng Lin's opponent. In his script, Feng Lin should raise his hand and cut off the vine directly.

He stopped the big waves in the backwash of the sea, and there was nothing to let go of just a few vines.

Fang Sheng could barely hold back these vines, but he couldn't defend against the influx of waves with his defensive talismans.

The strength Feng Lin displayed at this moment was seriously inconsistent with that during the day.

Fang Sheng suspects that Feng is impersonating him.

Just a few seconds after Fang Sheng was distracted, a vine swished past Fang Sheng's ear. He was so busy looking at Feng Lin that he forgot that his back was already facing the pine tree.

At the same time, Feng Linyan and his hands were quick, and the black mist on his fingertips quickly blocked Fang Sheng's side to protect him.

Originally, the vines had already crossed Fang Sheng to chase Feng Lin, and the moment the black mist wrapped around Fang Sheng's side, the vines suddenly stopped, turned sharply, and ran towards Fang Sheng again.

The distance was too close, and Fang reacted to the limit. He threw the talisman in his hand in front of his face, barely resisting the vines.

With a "buzz", the vines were less than five centimeters away from Fang Sheng's face.

The incantations in front of him were faintly visible, and the human fear of getting too close to sharp objects spread from the hair to Fang Sheng's heels.

"Your talisman can only protect?" Feng Lin's side was not easy at all, he threw away a vine in front of him, and the next one was immediately connected.

Fang Sheng's side is not easier than him.

"I only brought defensive ones, what about you? Come up with the ability to block the big waves!" Fang Sheng jumped up and down on the rooftop, and he didn't have time to help Feng Lin. The talisman hidden in the dark pocket of his pajamas was about to bottom out. .

"You don't need to attack to block the waves." Feng Lin retreated and hid, not only paying attention to himself, but also paying attention to the black mist wrapped around Fang Sheng's body.

What's the meaning?Both of them are in the defensive department, so they don't have any attack?Isn't that over!

Fang Sheng really regretted that he didn't grab a handful of talismans, now it's over, it will be a matter of time before the two of them are exhausted by each other.

Fang Sheng's physical strength couldn't keep up with Feng Lin's, and he began to pant after a while, and his evasive posture was also slightly awkward.

He rolled on the spot, dodging a vine, and raised his eyes, just as the black mist blocked Fang Sheng's sight.

"Get out of the way!" Fang Sheng held the talisman in his hand, and waved his hand at the black mist, the mist cleared, and at the same time, the vines also arrived.

It's broken, it's down!The distance was too close, Fang was panting like a cow, his hands and feet were as heavy as lead, and he could only watch helplessly as the vines stabbed him.

He closed his eyes, getting ready.

After waiting for a few seconds, there was no pain as imagined, Fang Sheng opened his eyes tentatively, and found that the vines were hovering in front of his eyes, and he did not move forward.

It wasn't Feng Lin who stopped him, the talisman in his hand didn't come and he activated it hastily.

Without giving him much time to think, the vines swished in front of him, bypassed Fang Sheng, and went straight to Feng Lin.

what happened?

☆、Chapter 6

Fang sat on the ground panting angrily, watching Feng Lin hopping like a rabbit on the balcony, and then glanced at the pine twig a hundred meters away.

There are not many monsters of the plant type, and there are probably no more than three monsters in historical records. What kind of stimulus can make a pine tree bewitched?

"Fenglin," Fang Sheng took a breath, and a guess came to his mind: "Give me some more of the black mist on your body."

Feng Lin cast a glance at him in his busy schedule, but didn't give it back.

It was too late to defend himself, so he rested well, what did he want Black Mist to do.

"Give me some," Fang Sheng waved to him again: "I want to verify one thing."

Feng Lin said nothing, just hooked his fingers lightly, and a wisp of black mist floated towards Fang Sheng.

With the arrival of the black mist, one of the vines that attacked Fenglin also came.

Fang Sheng was shocked and backed away again and again, his guess was right: "Take it back, take it back! I don't want it anymore, this monster is here to look for you, it has nothing to do with me, I'm going home!"

At first the vines only attacked Feng Lin, until Feng Lin protected Fang Sheng with the black mist, then the vines began to attack Fang Sheng.

If Fang Sheng hadn't accidentally dispersed the black mist just now, he wouldn't know how long he would have fought on the balcony.

After getting off the rooftop, Fang Sheng really went home. He went straight to the study to look for his talisman.

Since Feng Lin knew that his own black mist could share the attack of the vines, according to his personality, could Fang Sheng be taken advantage of? !

Fang Sheng ran to the study room, and just as he opened the drawer, there was another sound of glass shattering in the living room. He turned his head and saw a cloud of black mist hovering around him!

Fang gritted his teeth angrily, greeted Feng Lin in his heart, quickly opened the drawer and grabbed a handful of talismans, while protecting himself, he ran back to the rooftop while rolling and crawling.

Seeing Fang Sheng running back to the rooftop in a panic, Feng Lin couldn't help laughing, retracted the black mist around Fang Sheng, manipulated the black mist to disperse a few points in the air, and the attacking vines immediately dispersed, attacking Feng Lin's body respectively And a few bits of mist hanging in the air.

Fang Sheng's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "Smart!"

Feng Lin swung the black mist to entangle the monster a hundred meters away. Before the black mist arrived, it was scattered. He originally wanted to perform a scene of 'I kill myself', but it seemed impossible.

"Don't be dumb." Feng Lin lured the vine's attack route, and urged Fang Sheng: "If you have any housekeeping skills, show them."

Just now he deliberately gave him black mist and ruined his study, now he has to save him himself, Fang Sheng will not!

He shook the talisman in his hand, and waved it towards Feng Lin: "Hold on for a while, I'll look for it."

Fang Sheng rummaged through the spells like counting money, there were not ten spells in total, and he flipped through them several times.

Feng Lin saw that he did it on purpose, and threw out a few clouds of black mist towards Fang Sheng. Immediately, all the attacking vines rushed towards Fang Sheng.

How dare Fang Sheng be negligent, he pulled out a talisman and placed it in front of him, pushing the talisman with one hand, with an extremely focused expression: "Phoenix fire!"

From the start of the spell, a ball of open flame rolled out with a whistling, black gas wrapped around the edge of the flame, burning the vines and turning them into ashes in an instant.

Before it was over, his wrist turned slightly, Fang Sheng held the talisman between his fingertips, and controlled the flame. The flame turned into the shape of a phoenix, and went straight to the monster a hundred meters away. The bluish-red demonic aura exploded, and a fierce female scream came out. Immediately afterwards, the figure of the demon escaped from the phoenix, quickly rushed to the back of the building, and disappeared.

Blocked by the stairs, Fang Sheng couldn't see the monster's aura and couldn't chase after him, and the distance he could control the Phoenix Fire was also limited.

Fang Sheng put down his hands, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when the phoenix flame in the distance suddenly screamed, out of Fang Sheng's control, and rushed towards the rooftop instead!

Fang Sheng had never seen such a situation before, his mind went blank for a moment, and he was stunned.

Seeing that the flames on Phoenix's body were about to reach Fang Sheng, black mist rose from Feng Lin's body, and it was wrapped around him like a robe. He strode in front of Fang Sheng, protected Fang Sheng, and wrapped the robe around the Phoenix fire with his hands back. The robe fell down, and the powerful Phoenix Fire just disappeared.

Fang Sheng stared blankly at Feng Lin who was frowning with a serious expression in front of him, moved his lips, and asked in surprise, "You...can absorb the power of spells?"

Feng Lin was no different than usual, his lackluster energy faded away, his black eyes were full of sharpness, and his tone became even hoarse: "This is not the power of a spell."

He spread out his hand, and a ball of fire appeared in his palm, exactly the same as the one Fang Sheng used just now.

With a wave of his palm in the air, the flames dissipated in the air like smoke.

"This is the power of monsters." Feng Lin withdrew his hand, and the black robe made him even more dangerous and aggressive: "You imprisoned the Phoenix?"

Imprisoning the Phoenix?

Fang Sheng thought he heard it wrong, he shook his head, and asked uncertainly: "You said I imprisoned Phoenix?"

Not to mention that Fang Sheng has never seen Phoenix, even the old men in the headquarters have seen a few of them.

The common people think that the Phoenix is ​​a legend, why don't they?

It is named Phoenix Fire, but because the flame can be transformed into the shape of a phoenix.

"What are you kidding?" Fang Sheng took two steps back, feeling a little trembling when he saw the wind, "This is the talisman my master gave me."

"Master?" Feng Lin recalled for a moment: "Fang Chen?"

After finishing speaking, he said to himself again: "Fang Chen is also human, how can he imprison Phoenix?"

Fang Sheng is not happy, because using Phoenix Fire is to imprison Phoenix, it's just a name, if he likes, he can call it Rooster Fire if he wants, it's just ugly.

"What other talisman?" Feng Lin grabbed Fang Sheng's wrist, going to get the remaining talisman in his hand: "Show me."

Fang Sheng dodged subconsciously, breaking free from Feng Lin's confinement: "What are you doing?"

"This is the demon fire." The black mist on Feng Lin's body was draped over his shoulders like a robe, and as the wind blew, the tail swayed slightly: "If it's the power of a spell, how can I resist it for you?"

"I don't understand." Fang Sheng stepped back and shook his head: "What do you mean? Who are you?"

The power of the phoenix fire should not be underestimated. Master once used this phoenix fire to repel attempts to destroy the seal demon, big and small, countless.

Right now, when Fenglin faced that pine tree, he had to retreat or retreat, and the geographical location of the rooftop made it difficult for him to deal with it, but he was very light when dealing with Phoenix Fire, and it fell apart with a wave of his hand. unbalanced.

"I also want to ask you this question," Feng Lin stepped forward and approached Fang Sheng. He glanced at the talisman left in Fang Sheng's hand, and then looked directly into his eyes: "What is your name? where?"

"I..." Moved his lips, Fang Sheng couldn't say the following words.

As usual, the answer came before he opened his mouth, but now, Fang Sheng already knew about the 'marginal people', and he couldn't say what he wanted to say.

The two stood on the roof and looked at each other. Fang Sheng's shoulders slowly slumped, and the aura on his body dissipated little by little. Finally, he let out a long breath, relieved his tense nerves for a few seconds, and said, "The spell was changed by Master. , there must be no problem, you said it was Yaohuo, I have the opportunity to ask Master again, now, tell me, who are the so-called marginal people?"

Feng Lin didn't answer in a hurry, the sound of police cars on the street was getting closer and closer, and the commotion caused just now caused the neighbors to call the police.

Looking at the approaching police car, Feng Lin held Fang Sheng's hand and led him away from the rooftop slowly.

☆、Chapter 7

"There is very little news about marginalized people, and I only know so much. The answer you are looking for now is also what I want to know."

Back at the door of the house, the black mist on Feng Lin's body had turned into the same pajamas as Fang Sheng's. A neighbor opened the door to see what happened, and made such a big commotion.

Glancing at the neighbors who were wearing blankets watching the excitement, Feng Lin opened the door, stepped in and said, "Believe it or not."

The neighbor saw the two wearing couple outfits and holding hands again. He was taken aback for a moment, and silently retreated and closed the door.

Tsk tsk tsk, young people are in trouble now, and the young couple fighting makes such a big commotion.

The police came, conducted interviews and dealt with the aftermath, and heard that it was someone from the Demon League, so they took special measures.

Although the neighbors didn't see the demon, just in case, the people who dealt with the aftermath did memory processing on this area.

The story of Feng Lin and Fang Sheng's 'young couple' fighting violently spread across several streets overnight.

By the time everything has been dealt with, the morning is over.

Fang Sheng dragged his exhausted body back home, the house was still in a mess and no one cleaned it up, he wanted to call for cleaning, but after seeing it was all over, there was no cleaning.

The news of the "marginal people" was shocking and sudden to Fang Sheng. He wished he could figure out the meaning and position of the marginal people's existence immediately. Fell asleep.

"Ring bell bell."

The alarm clock rang, and Fang Sheng habitually reached out to ring the alarm clock. He touched the air several times, but he couldn't find it.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and the first thing he saw was his long, smooth hair next to his pillow.

Fang Sheng was taken aback, his first reaction was, he didn't bring the girls home last night?

Immediately afterwards, the long-haired owner turned over, and a pair of clear black eyes broke into his line of sight: "This one keeps barking, very noisy."

Fang Sheng looked at Feng Lin's sleepy and innocent eyes for a few seconds, then he suddenly came back to his senses.

He sat up abruptly, took the alarm clock in Feng Lin's hand and turned it off, looked around and found the two of them in the bedroom.

"Alarm clock," Fang Sheng threw the alarm clock on the bedside table, "It wakes people up."

Scratching his hair, he couldn't remember how he fell asleep on the bed last night. He obviously wanted to ask Feng Lin a lot of questions.

Lifting the quilt, Fang Sheng was surprised to find that he was naked.

wait!Fang Sheng snapped back the quilt, his head was buzzing, what's going on?This plot is not going right!

stop, stop.

He suspected that someone was forcing him to drive.

How did you come last night?They repelled the pine tree and cooperated with the relevant departments to deal with the aftermath. Then he wanted to find cleaning, and then...

Fuck, is it broken? ?

Hiss... This development, why does he feel that he has read more than one novel in a certain novel!

Clenching the quilt tightly, Fang Sheng endured and endured, but finally he couldn't hold back, he turned his head and asked Feng Lin, "Where's my clothes? What did you do to me last night?"

Feng Lin casually lay on his side, with his head propped on his arms, seeing Fang Sheng's panic-stricken appearance, slightly pursed his lips, smiling like a playboy, with the message 'What can you do to me' written all over his face: "Take it off."

Fang Sheng got goosebumps all over his body, and tightened the quilt: "Who told you to take it off?!"

"The book says that people should be taken care of in this way," Feng Lin pointed to the direction of the study: "The ones you like to read are about the love and hatred between monsters."

Fang Sheng slapped his forehead, panicked with worry, he sighed and asked again: "When did you read it?"

"Last night." Feng Lin sat up, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Fang Sheng caught a glimpse of Feng Lin's calf when he was torn between 'peeking at people's clothes not authentic' and 'whether he has black mist all the time'.

Well, quite white.

"Last night?" Fang Sheng asked anxiously, "Have you read all night?"

"Almost," the black mist on his body turned into pajamas, and Feng Lin's long hair hung down his waist. He straightened the collar of the pajamas, turned his head slightly, and revealed half a cold side face: "Monsters have different needs for sleep than humans. .”

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