What kind of person is this Fang Zhe? The person who carried out this kind of massacre was not a villain, but at least an early boss.
"And this person's surname is Fang. Not everyone these days can have the surname Fang, Xiao, Tang, Lin, or Li. Who knows what kind of male protagonist setting it is, I have read a few very popular books in my previous life Among the male protagonists in the dark novel, there is one named Fang.”
"That's called a cruel and inhumane man who kills on a large scale. The current young master Wu Jian is also named Fang. He also killed his father, his mother, his teacher and his whole family. I'm sure he is a big villain set in the original work."
When Jiang Susi thought of this, she raised the corners of her lips: "Villain, my ideal of killing all demonic cultivators is contrary to the career of the protagonist group, so isn't this person my future comrade? Let me take a closer look. What is the situation of this fellow man?"
Jiang Su took out a Jingxin Pill and placed it in the palm of his hand, ready to feed it to himself at any time. Her consciousness returned to the sea of consciousness, and she scanned the words in her memory word by word without skipping a beat.
"Huh?" Jiang Su was confused.
"He died so early? He died suddenly of madness less than two years after killing his entire family. No one killed him, he was possessed by the devil and left to fend for himself.
Is his madness so serious? "
"What kind of crazy disease can cause people to die suddenly? Even though I think my mental state is different now, I never worry that I will die from it. The monk's body repair ability is far beyond the comparison of ordinary people, let alone refining elixirs for myself , the quality is impeccable.”
"So, how did Fang Zhe die? A young master should not be short of elixirs." Jiang Su was curious about this. It was rare for someone to die in an unknown way, worse than herself. Strange.
"A passer-by who has the same fate as me..."
The chopsticks in her hands were clamped and loosened, never stopping. She was immersed in the world of thinking, oblivious to the people around her.
"What does your tongue taste like?" A clear male voice sounded in Jiang Su's ear, and the man's breath tickled her ear.
Jiang Su's eyes suddenly widened and her breathing became rapid. She lowered her head and glanced at the thing on her chopsticks. It was her half-chewed tongue. The surface of the tongue has been gnawed into pits. The plate in front of her was already filled with blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.
She opened her mouth and tried to speak, but all she could make was "ah, ah".
Jiang Su watched the tongue quietly for a long time, then picked it up with chopsticks and put it back into his mouth. He chewed the "duck meat" in big mouths without expression and swallowed it indiscriminately. He raised his hand and touched his mouth with his sleeve, wiping away the blood on his lips.
She was discovered...
Let’s talk about it later…
Jiang Su took out an elixir and put it into his mouth. A pale red tongue suddenly sprouted out of his mouth like a worm. The length of this tongue was a bit too long. By visual inspection, it was a full six inches. She straightened her back and lowered her head slightly to lick the blood directly from the plate.
She used her tongue to roll a piece of duck meat, some blood and sweet sauce, and at the same time took it back into her mouth, biting the tongue-rolled duck directly with her teeth. This mouthful of tongue-curled duck was chewed like food. After a few breaths, the great gourmet Jiang Su was left with a normal-sized tongue.
"It tastes good." She smiled and commented softly.
Only then did she slowly turn her head to look at the person speaking to her. He was a male cultivator in red, sitting at the table next to him. Even though he was wrapped in clothes, you could tell that he had a strong figure with looming muscle lines. He was probably a bodybuilder.
Jiang Su said nothing and looked at him. The spiritual power was channeled inward at the same time, and her intuition told her that this person's cultivation level was far above that of Nascent Soul, and he was the kind of person she could never defeat.
She inadvertently reached into the storage bag on her waist and took out a Thousand-mile Talisman that she had previously sold from Senior Brother Zhang. She planned thirty-six strategies and took the best option.
The male cultivator in red had been sizing up Jiang Su from the beginning. He witnessed the whole process of Jiang Su making "homemade rolled duck". However, his expression didn't change much, as if he just asked a passerby how the thing she was selling was like.
The two looked at each other for a while.
The male cultivator in red suddenly stood up, pulled his stool in the direction of Jiang Su, and sat down again. He has broad shoulders and narrow waist, and an extraordinary figure. He leans slightly, arches his back and lowers his head, like a rare and reserved beast.
He used his nose to smell Jiang Su's scent.
From the few strands of hair hanging down beside the girl's ears to her sharp and thin shoulders.
The dull expression on his face made him look like a stupid giant dog. He frowned as he sniffed, as if to confirm what kind of food was in front of him.
Jiang Su's face froze, and then she silently clenched her fists, anger welling up in her chest, "I originally saw that this man has handsome bones and a strong body. He doesn't look like a villain at all, but I didn't expect that he turned out to be a frivolous and prodigal flower picker."
She stretched her other hand behind her back, intending to use Su Su to chop him first and then use the Thousand Miles Talisman to run away.
"You can kill the flower-picking guests. If I don't chop you to death with one strike, you are not a brother." Thinking of this, the smile on Jiang Su's face became even more kind.
"three two……"
"Are you a medical practitioner?"
The countdown in Jiang Su's heart was interrupted.
The male cultivator suddenly asked, with an indescribable joy in his voice? Or the ups and downs, Jiang Su couldn't hear it.
He leaned back and returned to his original position, only lowering his head slightly to talk to Jiang Su.
Jiang Su thought to himself: Is this person sick, or is he injured secretly?
She did not relax her vigilance, but did not show it on her face. She acted calmly and said casually: "Yes, medical repair."
As soon as he finished speaking, the male cultivator in red suddenly had a fit, stepped forward, picked up Jiang Suda, and walked quickly towards the door.
Jiang Su:? ? ? Where is my knife?
At this time, the storyteller is vividly describing the love and hatred of a Taoist couple in the world of cultivation. His words were tactful, and what he was describing was the scene when the two of them were drugged, suppressing their desires, and burning in their hearts.
"The female cultivator had a seductive look in her eyes, and she wanted to stay away from this cold-hearted man, so she said: "Since you are ruthless to me, why would you come here to find me to do such... sleazy things? Do you think that in your eyes, I am just a romantic partner who is suitable for a romantic night with you and then discarded at will? "
The male cultivator was sprayed with acacia, and the resentful words of the beauty in front of him sounded very irritating to him: "First life, second time familiarity, what are you doing?" There was dissatisfaction in his words.
The next moment, he hugged this beauty horizontally..."
Jiang Su passed by in front of everyone in the lobby on the first floor and was picked up and left quickly...
"Gan..."
Jiang Su immediately gave up and quickly kicked her legs to free herself. Seeing this, the male cultivator in red reached under Jiang Su's robe with one hand and pinched her slender ankles hard to stop her from fluttering.
Then the body technique ghost disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Ahem!" The storyteller was as stunned as everyone else, but his demeanor soon returned to normal. There was no hint of embarrassment on his face but a meaningful smile, and he said: "Haha, I didn't expect that young monks in the world of cultivation today are really impatient. You and I are all just spectators in the mortal world, hahahahaha."
After saying that, Xingmu took a shot, and the story remained the same.
