The villain's guide to throwing blame

It was also the second time for Fengling to go shopping on the night market long street with Yuechen, and he was still relatively unfamiliar with this subtle feeling of being alone, so that he didn't know how to get along with him for a while.

Times have changed, and the state of mind and situation are not the same, even though most of them are happy and relaxed emotions, but suddenly re-entering this scene, Feng Ling still feels a little overwhelmed and timid.

The situation that has been described many times in the fantasy suddenly materializes, the monk's quiet profile, the close distance, the fluttering sleeves, the noisy laughter and laughter around, the warm and bright light, like a wolf hair stained with heavy ink Draw strokes into his world.The color smudged and stained his body, as if he had also turned into a colorful look, and even his heart was stirred into a slightly rippling nine-color pool.

Seeing him standing by the water, I feel a thousand joys.

"It's very lively here." Feng Ling sighed when he heard the heaviest but clearest ink beside him.Only then did he break away from the hazy state just now, as if he was just waking up from a drunkenness, he struggled to pull himself out of the whirlpool of blurred emotions.

He took a deep breath, and then he woke up from the danger of drowning, and then unconsciously showed a warm smile, "Yeah, I think the mage has never visited the night market before. You might as well have fun with this good opportunity." Then, he turned his head to look at Yuechen, his usually calm and lazy expression was a little stiff at this time, revealing some hints of expectation and remorse.

To his surprise, the monk looked at him and nodded slightly without asking any questions.Feng Ling, who was ready to talk nonsense, was relieved and felt a strange sense of loss.The two of them fell into silence at the same time, walking side by side in tacit rhythm.

After so many years, why is this monk getting more and more bored? Feng Ling sighed in his heart. Eight years ago, he could at least talk to himself for the sake of face, so he doesn't care about it?

Eight years ago, when a few people participated in the Molan Flower Festival in Xiping City, they mixed into Xiping City in order to find out the relationship between the strangeness of the Western Regions and the sudden appearance of warriors and demon cultivators, and participated in the Molan Flower Festival as the Romans did.At that time, the two were also like this, with two fake faces walking side by side in a bright light, but their hearts were full of carelessness and tension.

"This ink orchid flower really lives up to its reputation, and I want to get a few back to grow." Feng Ling, who was still an idle young man at the right time, was delighted to see the flower, and raised his hand to pick and choose the ink on the side of the street shop. The petals of the Lanhua petals stirred up the dots of bright spiritual power flickering and flickering.

The fragrant wind blows from the roadside, and a group of young women come together talking and laughing, their clothes fluttering and charming.Young Master Feng felt that he had already adjusted the angle of expression when the beautiful woman approached, and was waiting for the best time to put on his usual chic demeanor.

But this time, the charm of Young Master Feng, who was always invincible, failed, and the shy and timid eyes of the young girls wandered past him, and went straight to Yue Chen, who was wearing a bamboo hat and had a blurred face beside him.

Feng Ling: "..."

Without the blessing of his looks, he was actually not as good as a bald donkey who didn't show his face.

Thinking of this, the young master smiled and cast a sidelong glance at the monk beside him.

In order not to reveal his whereabouts, Yue Chen simply found a red brocade dress from Feng Ling's luggage.A red narrow-sleeved gown with gold thread piping and embroidered patterns, put on Feng Ling's body, it is a romantic and unrestrained style.But Yuechen forced out a burst of cool air, like a red lotus on the top of a snow mountain, with a icy and piercing fragrance from his bones.Even if the brows and eyes are covered by the bamboo hat, it can't hide the temperament of the whole body.

After taking a closer look, Feng Ling withdrew his gaze without a trace, put his hand on Yuechen's shoulder without changing his face, leaned forward and smiled and said, "Master, I looked at it, and I feel that although the flowers are beautiful, they are beautiful. Still not as good-looking as you."

Moondust: "..."

He frowned, and before he could shake the second generation ancestor off his shoulders, he heard the man suddenly change his tone and said quickly, "There is a demonic energy within about fifty feet around me, and there is movement in the magic pendant on my body." gone."

He looked serious, and replied in a low voice, "Do you know which direction it is? There are too many people here."

But he heard that this person fumbled for something out of his body. After making two secret gestures, he confirmed the location, "The direction to the southwest is moving away from us."

After taking a long look around, Feng Ling quickly selected a route, "There is a right-hand fork in front of you, leave the main street from there, and we can hide from the track and chase after the roof."

Yuechen groaned for a moment before agreeing to the plan, and the two of them withdrew from the flow of people and entered the alley without a trace.

……

After the two of them quietly and carefully exited the area for a long time, Feng Ling just cleared his throat and opened his mouth, trying to save the two of them from being depressed.

"Hey, no wonder I felt strange when I entered the city a few days ago. There are so many mortals in the city but their anger is unusually low."

Yuechen pursed his lips tightly, his brows were wrinkled, the situation is too serious now.The whole city is in the demon sacrifice array, and it is obvious that it is used as a sacrifice to cultivate. I am afraid that the demon cultivator who can do such a big thing is not a small guy.

"It's not all bad, at least we discovered it early, and the magic cultivator has not yet reached the most appropriate time to start the battle." Seeing the monk's heavy heart, Feng Ling couldn't help but comfort him.

Yuechen thought for a while, nodded and replied, "It is indeed a great blessing, but it is not optimistic. Although the formation has not yet started, I am afraid that the time is approaching, and the devilish energy emanating from that formation is getting stronger and stronger." It's heavy."

After saying that, he quickened his footwork, and while darting fast, he ordered, "Hurry up and call the two of them back to the inn. This matter is important and needs to be discussed in the long run."

Feng Ling had no choice but to nod when he heard the words, and after typing out the spiritual message, he looked at the long street like a flowing river of light not far away, sighed in his heart, and only thought about the opportunity to make up for today's regrets in the future.

But I never thought that it took eight years to make up for this regret.

For a moment, Feng Ling had the illusion of going back in time.

"Let's go there." The person beside him suddenly said.

Feng Ling raised his eyes to look at the person who was speaking, and met his eyes unexpectedly, the clear and dust-free eyes fell on him calmly, just like this person, who seemed clear but could not see his emotions clearly.He rolled his eyes, smiled a beautiful arc, and nodded yes.

In the direction the monk pointed earlier, a peddler happened to come along, holding a haystack made of straw in his hand, with bright red strings of candied haws stuck on it.Along the way, there are young children who are attracted by the sweet and sour snacks, and pull the adults to go.

Young Master Feng, who was worrying about not having anything to say, saw it, his eyes lit up, and he turned around and asked, "Will the mage eat? Last time I went to the night market with the mage, I didn't have a good time. This time, there is nothing to disturb people's interest. Let's make some fun." Don't you regret it?"

Seeing that he was full of interest, Yue Chen silently put down the matter of Xuanwu Pavilion that was on his lips for a while, and nodded according to his wish, in exchange for a scene of people holding a bunch of bright red candies.

Moondust who doesn't like sweets: "..."

Suddenly, he regretted the soft-hearted indulgence that he didn't know where he came from just now.

Under Feng Ling's earnest eyes, Yuechen had to taste a few mouthfuls, and felt that it was barely enough.But in the eyes of Young Master Feng, Master Yuechen can be said to have shown a lot of hobbies in front of him tonight, and he is really much calmer.

You can leave a portion for Yue Chen to taste any interesting desserts you get in the future, Feng Ling silently made a note in his heart.

At this moment, there was a commotion in the crowd in front of them. The crowd surged and crowded, and the noise was several times higher. Someone was shouting loudly.

"Catch the thief!"

"Catch him! Don't let him run away!"

"My purse!"

"Here it is - your grandpa's kid still pushes me!"

"It's not letting people do business!"

I saw someone break through the siege, rushing out timidly with flickering eyes, and was about to bump into Feng Ling.

At this time, a hand with sharp bones like white jade firmly grasped the little thief's shoulder, but he was firmly nailed to the spot, unable to struggle no matter how hard he tried.

"Finally caught you! Thank you, master! Thank you, master!" The bitter master who followed closely behind also caught up, seeing that the thief had been captured, he couldn't help being overjoyed, thanking Yue Chen so much that he wanted to kneel down to show his gratitude.

"This little thief stole the silver I was going to use to buy medicine for my wife. It is really a disaster for me. Thank you master for your help! The villain is very grateful!" The man bowed, his face full of gratitude.

Yuechen turned sideways slightly, and said with a jerk, "Amitabha, there is no need to do this, the poor monk just did it easily." After that, he handed over the thief to the disciples of the Xuantian Sect who were patrolling at the side, and let them deal with it.

Seeing that there was no excitement, the crowd gradually dispersed.

Yue Chen felt a little strange when he heard that the person next to him had been silent since just now, and looked at him with an unfathomable expression.Just as he was about to ask him what was wrong, he heard Feng Ling speak.

"I suddenly thought of how we need to confirm where the Bloody Night Styx Roll is." Feng Ling smiled leisurely, but the smile was not serious no matter what.If the people in Jiuyunbo can see it, it almost indicates that the young master is holding back the water.

"Didn't he, Changde, not tell us, then let's learn how to steal it back."

This is really a peerless, bad idea.Moondust thought with a blank face.

The author has something to say:

Feng Ling: Ah, Yue Chen likes sweets the most!record!

Moondust: I am not, I have not.

Recently, the stupid author is salty fish, but it is a good thing that he has applied for a signature~ Maybe these few days will have to press down on the word count every other day, and then I will make up for what I owe these days!thanks for your support!

Thank you Fantasy Zhu Xian, Tang Xiaoran, and Wen Xinghuang for your landmines! ! !