The scorpion snorted and said, "They are scholars, and they pay attention to 'the words must do, the actions must be fruit'. The sons and daughters of this world take their words seriously. Can Brother Zhou keep his word? "
Wen Kexing was afraid that Zhou Zishu would go back on his word so he slapped Zhou Zishu on the waist and said, "That is, sneaky and it is not okay. It is shameful and even I can't bear to be with you."
Zhou Zishu patted his salty pig hand and thought to himself: You are compassionate if you don't go with me.
The scorpion's expression was loosened, and then a smile appeared. He looked really good, but his mouth seemed a little crooked, and he looked particularly lasvicious and his eyes fluttered with a wave. It is a bit insignificant. Wen Kexing suddenly felt a bit of a sense of crisis. He looked at Zhou Zishu's back, and looked at the person next to him, feeling that this man needs to adjust his mental state.
However, he soon realized that he was actually more concerned.
The scorpion stood at the door of the scented house with his hands on his hips. The room seemed to have been cleaned up, and the bed curtains hanged half loose. The scorpion asked: "Do you two need help bathing and changing clothes?"
Zhou Zishu rolled up his sleeves and said: "You don't have to troubles your self.
The scorpion was stunned and patted with his hands after a while. A servant-dressed man ran over in small steps, bent down and stood in front of him. What the scorpion ordered in a whisper, Zhou Zishu added quickly: "A pen is required."
The servant went away, and the scorpion looked at him, wondering, "Is Brother Zhou going to play tricks again?"
Zhou Zishu sat on the bed, laughing, " Wait a moment, I want you to watch something fresh."
Wen Kexing didn't say a word sitting beside him, he was very savvy. He wondered if Ah Xu could be able to withstand this man. It would actually be good to avoid this big cheap scorpion. But as someone who had a husband. Even if he was a dog or a chicken, of course, he could not help but give up his life to accompany the gentleman.
For a moment, pen, ink and paper were all readily available. Zhou Zishu stood up and reached out to the scorpion, saying, "Please wait."
The scorpion was naturally in no hurry, closed the door of the room with his hand, held the teapot, and drank it himself—He saw Zhou Zishu's pen mobe without hesitation. Looking at the posture, it was quite a bit likedaring everyone. After just a few clicks, it became a sheet. He set it aside in the air to dry then extended his magic pen to the next sheet of paper.
Wen Kexing didn't know what he was going to do. He curiously stretched his neck and looked at it. The more his face looked weirder, the more he raised his eyebrows, and finally he became red in the face. He seemed like he was just knowing Zhou Zishu. He didn't know how to express it, so he sat with a solemn expression and stood beside Zhou Zishu.
It took a while. Zhou Zishu had already used up more than ten sheets of paper with a sharp knife, and when he was done, he threw the pen aside, picked up the last one, and dried it gently. When he got up, he patted the wall with the palm of his hand, and the soft rice paper was exposed in the wall. His hands kept moving, and a dozen rice papers were lined up in order in a moment, and all were photographed on the wall.
The scorpion's complexion was already blue. He saw the dozen or so sheets of rice paper with very simple lines, which were drawn like ...
Erotic pictures. There are only two people, a circle represents the head, and a few strokes are stretched out to draw out the body and limbs ... Well, the limbs, although they are simple to draw, the figures were still lifelike. In the end, the whole process was painted exactly, and they all looked at it one by one. It was really an illusion like the people in the painting were moving.
Wen Kexing paused for a long time and tried to be as fair as possible: "A..xu, I don't see how you can do that."
Zhou Zishu was kind and polite: "Sculpture of people doing it"
Wen Kexing noticed that his skin was getting thicker and he didn't know what to say. The scorpion clasped the tea bowl in his hand firmly on the table, stood up with a "teng", and angrily replied: "Brother Zhou is teasing me?"
Zhou Zishu put his hands in his sleeves and said without hesitation: "Why do you say this? I asked you who was going to kill Zhang Chengling. The Master told us who the buyer was, but didn't say who was behind him. At the command, isn't this too vague? In this case, you only said that the two of us will do a show for you ... "
He reached out and knocked on the painting on the wall, and said, "The two of us has done a show for you-if there is something different in the painting, then I would like your opinion."
Wen Kexing seemed to be afraid that the scorpion could not understand, and enthusiastically explained, "It's too bad, my craft is not very good. Come, if you can't understand, I can tell you, the top one ,it is me……"
Zhou Zishu glanced at him obliquely, interrupting him coolly: "An explanation is a cover, why must you do that?"
The scorpion's fist clenched and squeezed a few words out of his teeth: "Too much cunning!"
The words didn't fall, and he didn't see how he moved. On the other hand, seven or eight poisonous scorpions in black came out from thin air. Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu didn't seem to be astonished. Wen Kexing also laughed: "Here is the next point. It is really shameful that our romantic affairs will be watched by everyone. "
The poisonous scorpions were not prepared to talk nonsense, and did not say hello, so they collectively trained to jump up on the two people. Zhou Zishu raised his hand and patted the small table in front of him, taking the opportunity to quickly back away. It was almost midnight, and his chest began to produce a little dullness, so he was not ready to stay, and the man did not want to lose sight of Wen Kexing so he said, "I leave it to you."
Then he flicked away from a poisonous scorpion and leapt away from the window.
Wen Kexing smiled bitterly. For the first time in his life, he was cleaning up the messes of others. Seeing that Zhou Zishu had run away, he no longer showed mercy, and shot out with a single palm. A scorpion in front of him was held in his. His palm dries the essence, and the part of the skin exposed on the face of the fire quickly shrinks and dies, and the eyes glaring out of the eye socket turned into dust as he died.
Wen Kexing looked at his palm and sighed softly: "Just a joke, why is Brother Scorpion angry?"
The scorpion calmed down, raised his hand to stop his poisonous scorpions. He looked at Wen Kexing alertly, and asked, "Who are you?"
Wen Kexing looked up at him and said, "Until now, if your Excellency doesn't know who I am, wouldn't the poison scorpion be too useless?"
The scorpion seemed to think of something, and the corners of his eyes jumped abruptly. Wen Kexing lowered his voice, as if he was not prepared to hear it, and laughed: "We are both demonic cultivators, why bother each other?"
He turned around and walked away. Although the man laughed, he didn't see any maliciousness on his face, He didn't know why. At that moment, he had a strong killing intent that was hard to ignore, and many poisonous scorpions were present. Forced by his breath, no one dared to step forward to stop it.
The scorpion suddenly stopped him and said, "Don't you want to know who wants Zhang Chenling dead ..."
Wen Kexing glanced back at him and said, "Thank you, I have already figured it out"
He flew out of the window and chased after Zhou Zishu. In a blink of an eye, the figure disappeared, and only a word whispered in his mouth seemed to stay in place: "If I am too stupid to think about it, how? Don't you want to make the skinny crooks cramp skin? "
Fengyashan, Qingzhuling, there are evil spirits.
Zhou Zishu didn't go too fast. He pondered about all the experimented people he saw in the basement of Scorpion, thinking about the legendary long tongue ghost-Long tongue who obviously recognized Wen Kexing, but still wanted to kill him. Sure enough There are many stories to it. The long tongue ghost doesn't seem to have much ability so who is behind him?
Was it the Sun Ding in red who was skeptical, or was the it six-fingered ghost Xue Fang?
As it happened, he suddenly heard a rush of footsteps coming to this direction. At this time, the night was already dark, and the street had already been changed. Zhou Zishu subconsciously flashed into a side road, reluctantly exerting power to suppress the Qiqiao Sanqiu. After a while, he listen carefully.
The person seemed to be getting closer. Although his footsteps were messy, but he didn't know why, but his breathing was extremely heavy. It seemed that ... he was hurt?
Before Zhou Zishu had time to see who it was, he heard another person approaching behind him, his spine stiffened, and he turned his fingers and claws toward the man's throat, but was stopped in the middle—Wen Kexing patted his chest and grieved. Bently looking at him, he made a "Do you want to kill your husband", Zhou Zishu put his hand back, and continued to look in the direction of the voice.
They ran over and discovered it was the green demon Liu Qianqiao who had once found him because of the Lapis Armor. She didn't have a easy look this time, revealing her terrible appearance. Her hair spread out with blood at the corner of her mouth, Zhou Zishu frowned gently.
He stretched out an arm behind him, hold his waist around him and held one hand against his chest, and just listen to Wen Kexing whispering in his ear: "Don’t hold it in, it will make it more painful tomorrow. We are already here so wait a while. "
Zhou Zishu frowned, "Then ..."
Wen Kexing "hushed" him, just holding him gently, a tiny amount of internal force came along his palms, combing his meridians, but he didn't dare to force it a little, lest the action would shake a lot of his nails, Zhou Zi paused, and did not refuse, but closed his eyes, no matter who ran past, they all went through this place first and then he relaxed.
Since the two of them didn't return overnight. Zhang Chengling went after the group of black women on his own initiative. He didn't dare to get too close, lest he be found out. He was afraid someone would recognize him, so he picked it up on the side of the road a piece of mud, and smeared it on his face. His hair was chaotic, as he pretended to be a little beggar.
After chasing them for a whole day, he discovered these women were like ascetic monks, their feet are extremely fast, and they do not rest. Only when the sky has darkened again did they stop at a small inn, Zhang Chengling looked coldly, only feeling how Xiao Lian was really miserable. Being dragged all the way by these women, he thought that if she walked for a few more days, she would probably have half her life left.
It was a bold decision he made to come out without permission. He could not help the second time when he was bold, so he planned how to rescue the Miss Gao while at night.
He watched the women in black enter the inn, and then put a handful of mud on his hand, followed it in the appearance of begging, and wobbled around, asking for three or five copper plates, remembering the room she was pushed into, he squatted outside the inn, like a real little beggar, with his head down. sitting on the steps with his knees, no one paid attention to him. Still everywhere, he waited until late in the middle of the night before he sat up, moved his hands and feet that had been numb, ready to sneak in.
He recited the Liu Yun Jiugongbu's mantra in his mouth, as if he could become more powerful if he said it, and passed silently in the middle of the guest room.
Suddenly, a dark shadow fell from the sky—it was actually one of those women in black, she didn't say a word, and started to attack him.
Although Zhang Chengling didn't have much self-confidence, after all, after two years of been taught by Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu, coupled with hard work, he slipped out the same way, and did not bump into the other, then they fought each other in one move.
However, after a while, the woman seemed to realize something and then she disappeared from Zhang Chengling's eyes. Although Zhang Chengling's martial arts progressed, he was inexperienced, startled, and looked around. The woman in black slammed out from behind him. Zhang Chengling felt only a numbness in his shoulder and neck as his mouth was with one hand, and he was abducted by the woman.
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