The villain's guide to throwing blame

Yuechen's voice fell to the ground, but the surroundings were completely silent.

Holding the brocade fan in his hand, Feng Ling looked at the awe-inspiring Yuechen with a half-smile in his hand. He stood in a relaxed and relaxed posture, without any sense of nervousness about being caught.

"It's better for the mage to take a step ahead, after the palace." He saw Yuechen's eyes fell on him before he said slowly, his words were sincere, and his words were full of heroic truth without hesitation.

Unfortunately--

"There is only one way out here, and there is no future." Yuechen mercilessly exposed Young Master Feng's poor acting skills, and then, under Feng Ling's watchful eyes, slowly rolled the Blood Night Styx that the two had just found. Income Qiankun bag.

Standing by the side, Feng Ling quietly watched every movement of Yuechen, and suddenly said, "The mage is not afraid of the danger in front, but of me behind the scenes."

Hearing this, Yuechen paused, he slowed down, put the Qiankun pouch back to its original place, tidied up his sleeves, then raised his head and looked at Feng Ling, his quiet eyes met his for a moment.

"Aren't you afraid?" He didn't answer Cai Fengling's question, but asked him back.

The two fell into silence again, the smile on Feng Ling's lips remained unchanged, the monk in white was only three steps away from him, but the two of them looked at each other silently, as if separated by a silent mountain and river.

Feng Ling snorted softly in his nasal cavity, widened the curvature of the corners of his lips, and gave Yue Chen a long look with unknown meaning.

——Am I afraid?Guess what, bald ass.

Yue Chen, who was left behind by him, was slightly stunned, seeing that he was leaving so fast, before he had time to think about it, he began to exercise his mental skills, and followed the figure in front of him.

"Continue." Following the words, Feng Ling, who was walking in front, suddenly threw something backward.

Yue Chen took the object with spiritual power in one hand, took a closer look, but found that it was a breath-holding pendant, which could cover up the spiritual power of the whole body, and it was engraved with a unique disguise talisman. , no one else can tell the truth from the fake.

This treasure is hard to find in the market, and the most delicate one is made by the Feng family.He rubbed the jade pendant in his hand with complicated emotions, and activated the breath-holding pendant with one hand.

I'm afraid that Feng Ling really made up his mind to come to Xuanwu Pavilion early in the morning, Yuechen is almost sure of this idea.

Could it be that the clues were discovered early in the morning?still--

"Om—" The two seas of consciousness shook at the same time, and then they raised their heads to look forward. Changde had already entered the domain covered by the two of them's spiritual consciousness.

Feng Ling suddenly accelerated the movement of his body, and rushed towards the entrance of the secret passage.

At the same time, the lines of formation on the secret door at the end of the dark passage began to flow with light and spiritual power, and the door was about to be opened.

On the other side of the door, Feng Ling was already almost there, and with a flick of the brocade fan in his hand, the spiritual power in his hand was flowing and brewing.The moment the door opened, he waved the fan in his hand.

"boom------"

Changde felt the oncoming surge of spiritual power, and then he slapped his palm violently.

Changde was accidentally overturned by the chaotic and violent collision of spiritual power for Feng Ling who was holding the magic weapon in his hand. Seizing this opportunity, Feng Ling and Yuechen quickly rushed out from the dark passage.

Elder Changde, who was still standing unsteadily, saw two figures pass by him with strange aura, and one of them even paused for a moment to glance at him hastily.

Chang De felt a little apologetic in that look: "..."

After he stood still, he summoned the military guards in the cabinet angrily, and commanded angrily.

"The master of the pavilion is infested with thieves, chase after me!"

The two quickly left the small study building and jumped up to the tall attic on the side. They flew out in the opposite direction to the direction Changde saw the two leaving just now, and stopped after finding a small hidden courtyard.

After adjusting his breath for a while, Yue Chen turned his head to look at Feng Ling who was standing against the wall. After experiencing a hand-to-hand fight and fleeing just now, Young Master Feng's posture was still as lazy and elegant as ever, and he couldn't see the fierceness just now.

His demeanor was uncharacteristically gentle. He leaned on the side alone and lowered his gaze, quietly looking at the fan in his hand, and gently rubbing the bones of the fan from time to time, feeling a little thoughtful.

Feng Ling, who was falling into his own thoughts, suddenly felt the eyes of the man beside him keep on him, and his heart moved slightly. Before he raised his eyes, he curled his lips and asked with a smile, "Why, the mage looks at you like this?" Look at me, but the graceful demeanor just below has caught the eyes of the mage?"

Yuechen, who was used to this person's incoherent speech, automatically skipped the teasing line. After thinking about it, he found a question that he was puzzled to talk to.

"What move did Young Master Feng use when he used the fan just now? The poor monk is not talented, so he vaguely felt that it should be the move of the Dao sword."

Feng Ling's smile froze slightly, but he quickly relaxed again, and answered him vaguely that this was indeed a sword move, and wanted to skip this question.

Seeing this, Yue Chen wisely avoided this topic, and remembered another important thing about him, and took out the bloody night Styx roll again.

Seeing the scroll being taken out again, Feng Ling, who was interested in it at first, had a strange expression for a while, and even took half a step back when Yue Chen wanted to hand it over.

Yuechen paused for a while holding the hand that was about to hand out the scroll, then took it back with a normal expression, and did not ask Feng Ling the reason for these abnormal behaviors.

Seeing Yuechen's thoughts are so meticulous, Feng Ling also quietly heaved a sigh of relief, because he himself didn't know why, as soon as he touched this volume of exercises, there would be subtle pains on his body.

Yuechen quickly flipped through the booklet in his hand, and unconsciously frowned slightly because of doubts, "This bloody night Styx scroll... seems incomplete?" He looked at Fengling puzzled, "This seems to be just a book. Fragments of the pamphlet."

Hearing this, Feng Ling frowned.

"Since it's incomplete, why is this book of Demonic Dao skills treasured so deeply by Chang Sheng?" Yue Chen took up the thread of their previously listed doubts, trying to connect them together to get an answer.

The two plunged into the deeper fog again, and fell silent for a while.

"There are only two possibilities," Feng Ling said suddenly, "One is that Chang Sheng didn't treasure this volume of exercises, but instead commemorated or used them to remind himself. After all, Xuanwu Pavilion and Lingxue Pavilion had close contacts many years ago, so it can be regarded as Chang Sheng doesn't know people well, and he doesn't know that his old friend is actually a demon cultivator."

He paused for a moment, and Yue Chen asked after seeing this, "Any more?"

"What's more, this unique and special technique is rare in the world." He put away the smile on his face, and looked at Yuechen almost seriously.

"Then maybe, this magic skill is the peerless skill in his eyes."

The author has something to say:

Feng Ling: I am behind you, what are you afraid of?

Moondust: Because such a poor monk is afraid

Feng Ling: Are you afraid of loving me?

Moondust: ...don't be afraid

We, Fengling and Yuechen team up, are afraid of being stabbed by each other, hehe, love and kill each other is my favorite

Update tomorrow, I feel more serious today, I hope it’s not bronchitis that can get better soon, it’s uncomfortable to breathe...