Three days later, the day of the feast Jinhua's trial came.

When pushed up, Yan Jinhua made a forceless appearance, kneeling softly on the ground, and "reluctantly" propped himself up, raised his head, stared directly at the upper Chiyunzi without fear, with a hoarse voice "The disciples feasted Jinhua and met Master."

But in just a few days, the drooping dog surrounded by the crowd of black people changed from Duan Shu to him.

Wen Yujing was still recovering, and Duan Shujue came to his hearing.

Yan Jinhua's surface was calm and his heart was boiling.

His encounters in the past few days explain the strength of what is called a beat, a jeep becomes a motorcycle, a fight, a motorcycle becomes a flying pigeon.

When I thought he was choking the opponent's throat and could hit KO, he drew out a gun and slammed you down. This feeling is really not wonderful.

However, Yan Jinhua didn't think he would take the dog so easily.

He had already written a full abdominal draft a few days upstairs in Mingyue.

Then Wen Yujing raised a demon to repair his head.

He has never colluded directly with those demon Taos, and even has no correspondence between his letters. Whose crime can Wen Yujing cure simply with his red mouth and white teeth?

Besides, he is not here today, I am afraid that Chi Yunzi has no intention to completely believe what he said?

Thinking of this, Yan Jinhua had some confidence and made a full grievance, but could not help complaining in the heart:

This **** system should be back, right?

Count yourself unlucky, this game encountered a high game, admit it, can you?

Anyway, he didn't get anything and was tired of it. This system took himself away and went to the next world.

Yan Jinhua thought for a while, realizing that Chi Yunzi just told him to kneel in public, Zhong Zhong sounded since the public trial, and he never said a word.

He peeked at Chiyunzi a few times, and found that there was no mood on his face, and he just stared at himself quietly, feeling more inexplicable and having a short breath.

Yan Jinhua's intuition was that this public trial was somewhat wrong with his imagination.

Time passed minute by minute. As the sweat dripped down the feast Jinhua's forehead, Chi Yunzi finally spoke.

He said, "Feast Jinhua."

Yan Jinhua was a spirit, immediately struck a twelve-point spirit, and quickly reviewed the manuscript in his mind: "Yes, Master."

Chiyunzi asked: "How many years have you passed since you entered the mountain?"

Yan Jinhua lay prostrate on the ground respectfully, his eyes twitched and he was sweating, thinking, what is the sensational opening statement? miss the past? Climbing relationship?

After thinking about it, he chose to fight with the snake and stick with it, saying earnestly: "Yes, the disciples have been in the mountain for many years, and have been blessed by Master.

Chiyunzi lowered his eyes and stared at the sweaty neck of the lower man: "I'm asking you something."

Yan Jinhua's beautiful words were piled in her throat: "... ah?"

Chiyunzi said, "I ask you, how many years have passed since you entered the mountain?

Yan Jinhua was instantly horrified, his sweat turned into cold sweat, and a drop fell on the slate floor in front of him, and soon became a small pool.

The test feast Jinhua did not need much effort at all.

Yan Jinhua is a living person, with his own background and his own story. He is clearly registered in white on black and white, and black and white.

But how could you spend pen and ink in "The Fairy King" to elaborate on the life of a supporting actress?

Chiyunzi was not slow or slow. After asking three or four questions, Yan Jinhua's original elaborate manuscripts were all invalidated, sweating like a waterfall, showing its original shape.

He neither remembered the exact time he entered the mountain, nor could he tell the names of several friends who entered the mountain gate with him, and he was stuttered even when asked about his parents' taboo.

Yan Jinhua also knew that things were going to be bad. After two or three questions could not be answered, he hurriedly said that he had been upstairs in Mingyue, no one was talking, and his head was dizzy. Please forgive Master Yunyun.

It's just that this patch is really shameful.

Chi Yunzi had doubts in his heart, and now Yan Jinhua showed a flaw. How could he be allowed to embarrass himself in his lovers and get so angry that he immediately used the technique of attracting souls to lift up the past and just covered the top of Yan Jinhua. amount.

Taoism and system input instruction data have similar functions, so after a while, Yan Jinhua's spirit was captured from the body of the real Yan Jinhua like a chick.

The real feast Jinhua whimpered, passed out, and was immediately hugged by Su Yun and brought back to the room to rest.

After a short period of persecution, the disciples at the scene rallied collectively.

Brother Yan was taken away?

When did things start?

In a busy mess, Lou Ying's voice sounded in Chi Xiaochi's brain: "Your idea really works."

Earlier, he escaped from the system, disrupted the plan of feasting Jinhua, and used his position to fight against the generals, picking up the collusion between him and Yao Xiu to the bright side. One true and one false, successfully disrupted the situation. , Rescued Koike from the game.

Although this method is effective, it is difficult to conclude.

After all, they did not have any evidence to accompany Jinhua and Yao Xiu.

And once Chi Xiaochi's tricks of drawing a salary at the bottom of the pot are used, it is not important whether Yan Jinhua's bad debts in collusion with outsiders are counted.

Moreover, the matter was revealed in public, and the reputation of the feast Jinhua was also whitened and preserved.

Within a day, the disciples of Sheshan would know that their brother Yan was the most innocent person in the whole thing.

Chi Xiaochi didn't answer, but raised her eyebrows slightly, a little confused.

He thought Lou Ying was invisible.

But Lou Ying, who was looking back at Feng Yuan's injuries, had taken a look at his childish expression, and wanted to laugh and hug him.

The upper Chiyunzi held the charm in his hand and immediately felt strange.

Is this mortal spirit?

At this moment, Chi Yunzi was a little bit confused.

If this person is a mischievous demon who plans to misbehave, put it directly into the furnace and burn it.

But at this time, the person struggling in the amulet had no spiritual power. Although he didn't know how to take away his apprentice's body, he was indeed an ordinary person. It is quite possible that something went wrong and accidentally entered the body. .

The strand of lonely souls is endless, has no mana protection, and suffers from the burning of the spell. He slams left and right inside, jumps and screams, and then he will be burned to death in his presence. Yunzi couldn't, but had to quickly fold a paper man, blow it away, and sent his soul to it, barely keeping Yan Jinhua's life alive.

Yan Jinhua was beaten back to his original shape in public, and rolled on the ground as soon as he was released, barely squeezing the flames on his body.

His hair was all scorched, and a half of what had been a handsome face had ruined half of him.

Some disciples hurriedly threw their robes over to cover him, so as not to scare the female disciples present.

Waiting for him to take a breath, Chi Yunzi shot the case angrily, "How did you take my apprentice's body, one by one!"

Yan Jinhua knew that he was finished and couldn't explain it. He had to fight the last bit of strength and rushed out of the crowd to try to make a living.

Chiyunzi was angry and shameless, not only distressed by the innocent possessed apprentice, who almost ruined his reputation, but also annoyed that this person dared to take the name of his apprentice, disturb the peak rules, and angered the wall of the brothers and sisters. I didn't care about the attitude, I kicked the table, and said angrily, "Take this man down! Hit a hundred sticks and take him upstairs to Mingyue! I see when he's going to stiffen !?"

This one hundred sticks is very strong.

His body was a paper man, and each stick fell on his soul, which was no less painful than directly breaking the bones.

Yan Jinhua was fixed on her hands and feet, lying on the ground, mourning, and unable to move, but the carp could not help but move her body in an attempt to avoid the stick, but she could not escape at all.

A large piece of blood came out of the hind hip covered by the robe.

The last time he was punished, and the physical barriers that Yan Jinhua practiced prevented him from offsetting a lot of pain. His original body was an ordinary person who had to sip tap water, and had to suffer from such pains. He shouted like a pig and told me that I was wrong. Don't fight. He would die a few times. After a hundred sticks were finished, he was out of breath and dying on the ground.

Kokoike moved at this time.

He walked towards Chiyunzi and whispered.

Chiyunzi's face coexisted with hesitation and hesitation. After thinking about it, he finally waved his hand and let him go.

Duan Shujue took a panacea from his waist bag, stepped down the steps, walked in front of him, squatted on one knee, squeezed his mouth, and forced him to open his mouth.

A panacea was fed in, and Yan Jinhua's breathing became smooth again, and the numbness of pain had gradually become clearer.

He couldn't even speak a word of pain, his ears were buzzing, as if he had exploded a cannonball in his eyes.

Duan Shuji stroked his shoulder, and his tone was as gentle and accommodating as ever: "Brother, time is long, so kind and precious."

This is the tone of Madonna Jin Yanhua once hated most, but from this sentence he tasted a bit chilling.

Yan Jinhua almost did not fall down in a breath: "You ..."

Venus splashed in front of him, almost covering his vision.

Yan Jinhua thought a lot.

When capturing the sword in the stone, Duan Shu was almost all the way to the end by luck.

He worshipped a good master and pained him everywhere to protect him.

In Shiyu Mountain, he kept the good-looking mountain ghost Neidan and wanted to make friends with others, but he was actually successful.

On what basis can he be victorious? Can't do it alone?

He tried his best to seize the opportunity, why can he lie down when he lies down?

All of this, is it because he is the protagonist?

... just because he is the protagonist!

Yan Jinhua suddenly regretted and rushed into the cracks in the ground with his fingers, regretful.

What is he thinking?

For such a person, he should hold his thigh tightly!

He caught a life-saving straw in pain, and was unwilling to let it go. He stretched out his hand and pulled his clothes: "The book must, the book, save me. It was I who saved you and I adopted him. For so many years, you can't leave me alone! You can't! "

Every "I" word was bitten by the feast Jinhua, for fear that Duan Shu would never hear.

Don't you pay attention to having gratitude? Are n’t you gentlemen like jade?

Then you have to save me!

You ca n’t leave your life-saving benefactor alone, right?

Duan Shu absolutely supported his arms that were scrambled, soothing softly: "I know. I know."

Yan Jinhua's mouth was dripping with blood, showing a lucky smile.

However, in the next second, Duan Shuji said, "The brother is so good to me. I remember all the pieces so clearly. Can I still remember the hatred of killing my parents? How do I plan to repay it?"

Yan Jinhua's heart suddenly tightened, and she immediately tried to break away from the control of Duan Shujue. Don't look away, and she was shocked: "I didn't, this is not what I did!"

It wasn't his fault originally.

Even without his own hands, Duan Shuju ’s parents would die.

But such ridiculous rebuttals cannot be said at all.

Chi Xiaochi squatted quietly in front of him, watching his expression embarrassed, smiling slightly, not angry.

His right hand rested on his lap.

If Duan Shu desperately wanted, he only needed a sword finger, and he could easily cut his throat and wipe it out.

But Duan Shu never seemed to have any intention of doing anything.

Chi Xiaochi felt a sense of it, and stood up: "Because of the past, I killed you improperly, and I have taken care of my affection. I hope that my brother will be safe in life, and I will never see Duanmou again. "

After all, Chi Xiaochi turned and asked, "Do you really not kill him yourself?"

"Ten years of grace, it is really inconvenient to do it in public." Duan Shujue wrote on the inside of his robe sleeve, "If a sword goes down, it will also cut off the dust for him, but he is sick. Now, I only wish him to stay here forever. ,Longevity."

Chi Koike smiled.

For more than a year, Duan Shu's growth has been rapid.

Perhaps, within five years of practicing with Ye Jiming, Duan Shu will no longer be ignorant.

He can be courteous, respectful, stricter with self-discipline and self-cultivation, but he knows how to use his ability, and who deserves to be treated with all his heart.

Hold the sword in your right hand, and stroke in your left hand. Compassion and thunder means, both have both.

The public trial was dismissed, and Chi Xiaochi returned with Duan Shuji to look back.

When he returned, Ye Jiming of the snake body was confronting the milk cat Wen Yujing in bed.

Ye Jiming was afraid of getting noticed, and he didn't dare to use the original appearance of the viper, so he turned into a small snake, hissing the red letter, swinging his head from left to right, trying to intimidate the white velvet kitten in front of him.

At first, the kitten just walked around in a circle, and tilted his head casually to take a look at it. The interest in his soft paw pads was obviously much higher than the interest in Ye Jiming.

Ye Jiming became proud, slammed a probe, and stretched his neck arrogantly, reaching for the little white cat's eyes: "咝 ——"

Wen Yujing raised his claws with a thunderbolt, and stepped Ye Jieming's head under the claws.

Ye Jiming: "..."

Annoyed, he broke free quickly, and opened his mouth to bite.

Wen Yujing slapped his face aside with a slap.

Ye Jiming hadn't gone mad before he reached out with one hand and pinched his cheek.

Smelling the familiar taste, but couldn't close his mouth, Ye Jiming's tail hummed along his wrists, and it took a few laps of anger to dissipate.

He struggled: "Let me go! Ben Jun will swallow it alive!"

Duan Shu never spoke, only holding the knuckles of his right **** to gently rub his jaw.

Ye Jiming felt very comfortable, and the anger was not so great. He lifted his neck down in the direction of his finger, and thought uneasily in his heart that this fish pulls a partial frame, which is abominable, and one day will be stewed. Eat it.

Wen Yujing "meowed" and fell on Chi Xiaochi's hand.

Ji Xiaochi looked down at him.

He disguised himself as a hand warmer, holding his wrist, tilted his head to look at Chi Xiaochi, and looked carefully for a long time before he bent his eyes and smiled.

Chi Xiaochi: "..." I have been single for a long time, and all cats have a clear eyebrow.

He let go of the leaves that were full of stewed fish in his mind, and held the little pompom away, pulling away the fine and soft white fluff, and there were still mottled scars inside.

Chi Xiaochi took the ointment and gently applied it.

The ointment was a bit cold, and the upper body was probably very painful, but the cat in his arms was very good. He didn't move, didn't bite, catch, or coquettish. At the end of the medication, he gently touched his fingertips with his mouth, like an inadvertent kiss.

Chi Xiaochi asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Lou Ying sounded a little gentle and helpless voice. "Take a bite of sugar, take your time."

Chi Xiaochi said nothing, changed his coat, lay down holding the cat, and prepared for lunch.

Since he wanted to hide, Lou Ying pretended that he didn't hear his drum-like heartbeat. He lay in the quilt, resting against his shoulder, as if asleep.

However Koike's shoulders were stiff.

Since the two were identified, Chi Xiaochi has not asked Lou Ying more questions, such as when did Lou Ying know that he was Lou Ying, how did he know it, and why did he deny it before.

Chi Xiaochi guessed a few answers, but didn't ask.

He thought that this should be related to the Lord God, and maybe to several friends of Lou Ying in the system.

Asking more is more trouble.

Chi Xiaochi's mind is quite enough to deal with other people's problems, but he has not yet figured out how to face his own problems.

He thought, why did Brother Lou always treat him so well? It was so good that he couldn't help but want more and dream.

Chi Xiaochi turned his back, calmly avoided the warm kitten ball, and sighed slightly.

Practicing swords is worse than practicing swords.

He was about to get up, and one arm came around behind him without warning, holding his arm lightly.

"Don't move." Lou Ying's voice came from behind. "I want to ask you something."

... when did he become a human?

Chi Xiaochi's throat rolled twice, making a short breath sound: "Yes."

Lou Ying himself is not aggressive, his voice is very gentle, and he feels comfortable, like warm water poured slowly on his heart, but he can always easily grasp the heart of Chi Xiaochi, like a rabbit's ear.

Chi Xiaochi turned his back to Lou Ying, who was sleeping in the same quilt with him, thinking thoughtfully between the pauses in his voice, that he must not be wearing clothes now.

Lou Ying asked, "Do you still want to go back to the original world?"

Lou Ying thought about this for a long time.

He has snacks and pains Koike.

He knew what it would be like for a person to lie down on the bed for a few years, and it might take longer than lying down to learn to walk again.

An adult who wants to toddler like a baby with his legs completely disappeared, Lou Ying is really afraid of this crime.

Lou Ying feels that people like Chi Xiaochi can live well in any world.

He can go to the world of Ji Zuoshan, Ji Zuoshan will remember him, will take care of him, and make him live well.

And he only needs to bring another host to go to him.

It can range from one year to two years.

The world where Chi Koike is is the world he is going to.

Chi Xiaochi's answer was: "Why not?"

He still wants to go back.

Lou Ying agreed with all his decisions, only for his distress: "It's not easy to learn to walk."

Chi Xiaochi smiled: "I can learn everything."

Lou Ying asked, "Will you be waiting for me?"

Chi Xiaochi said, "Wait."

Lou Ying was slightly surprised by this answer. He whispered "Huh?" But did not wait for the next part of Chi Xiaochi.

He could tell that the answer from Chi Xiaochi was not like anger, but more like something.

Before he thought about it, Chi Xiaochi opened his mouth again: "Master, I have a question, too."

Lou Ying: "You said."

Chi Xiaochi didn't look back: "Master, are you dressed?"

... To be honest, he really cares.

Lou Ying chuckled, immediately chuckled, tightened his arms tightly, and brought Chi Xiaochi into his arms.

He was quite dressed, his clothes rubbed together, and there was some static electricity.

However, he did not completely retract the cat's body, and the tip of the fluffy tail slightly hooked the waist of Goike Koike in the quilt.

Fortunately, Lou Ying did not move further, and soon let go of her hand: "Relax?"

Chi Xiaochi's face seemed to have no expression fluctuations, but his face was already slightly red.

He stood up with his placket up and said, "OK."

"Go out and practice your sword." Lou Ying lay sideways on the couch, raised his gray-blue eyes to look at him, and the clothes on his chest were scrambled by Chi Xiaochi because of the movement. "Our mission should be about to soon It's finished. "