Feeding humans, she's serious

"It seems that Mr. Ning knows quite a lot," Sect Master Hehuan looked at him with complex emotions in his eyes, and it was difficult to be completely sure that it was good intentions, "Now that you know—"

"So what if you know?" Gu Fanyin pulled Ning Zhi behind him, looked at the eyes of a large group of people, and sneered, "I should tell you everything I know?"

"Break into my Yunqiong Temple... those who dare to ask me aggressively now," Gu Fanyin laughed, "Who gave you the power?"

"Fairy Sanskrit, what you said is wrong," the disciple who had been standing in front of Sect Master Hehuan bent slightly, with an extremely respectful attitude, "That's not what we meant."

"Actually, this is related to the crisis of the world of cultivating immortals. The more people who can help, the better."

"Don't do this with me," Gu Fanyin looked worried, narrowing his eyes dangerously, and almost put the word "refusal" on this group of people.

Ning Zhi added with a smile: "She's right."

"I don't like that."

The disciple seemed to be stunned for a moment by this righteous attitude, and soon his tone became more submissive: "But if something happens in the cultivation world, the monks in the cultivation world will not be able to avoid it..."

"Then destroy it." Ning Zhi's expression remained unchanged, and he walked around Gu Fanyin's side gently, with a smile on his face that one could not wait to take off, "If you can't live, you can die."

"This..." The disciple who made the sound was stunned speechless. He frowned obviously, as if he couldn't imagine how someone could show such indifference to life. In the eyes of that person, there was no one at all The awe that life should have.

"Mr. Ning, why are you saying such angry words?" Sect Master He Huan finally showed a somewhat serious expression, seeing that Ning Zhi just smiled and did not speak, but instead turned his gaze to Gu Fanyin who had been silently intimidating, "Fairy Sanskrit. "

"Xu Jue was able to break free under my hands, if this kind of practice is spread to the devil world, it will be a real disaster—"

"The rest of the sect masters will come to discuss strategies together in a few days, and I hope Fairy Sanskrit can come on time then."

"Wait," Gu Fanyin rubbed his ears, with a casual expression as if he heard something funny, "When did I promise you to go?"

"Our family, Ning Zhi, didn't understand enough?"

"Or, did the suzerain lose his ears at a young age?"

"you--"

"Don't be disrespectful to the suzerain!"

Before Sect Master Hehuan could speak, the group of attractive disciples behind him couldn't bear it any longer. They showed their magic weapons one by one, with fierce eyes as if they wanted to come up and tear her mouth off.

"Zheng-"

Yue Zhi's long sword was drawn out of its sheath, and he immediately blocked in front of everyone.

"Okay, these people are not enough for me to set fire to."

Gu Fanyin smiled, raised his hand to stop her movement, and then patted Ning Zhi who hadn't moved for a second, as if to comfort him, "My Yunqiong Temple is always disturbed by people, this is not a good idea. the trend of."

Gu Fanyin showed some embarrassment on his face, but the aura on his body was suppressed like an unsheathed blade: "Are you right, Sect Master Acacia."

"Fairy Sanskrit is joking," Sect Master Hehuan finally raised her hand to stop the disciples behind her from making small movements. She covered her face with her sleeves and hid half of her worried face. She didn't continue to say anything, but looked at it carefully. The two people on the opposite side glanced at each other, and directly led the disciples to take away the people on the ground.

The coming is mighty, and the going is quiet.

Gu Fanyin watched the group of people disappear into the depths of the tree with half-cast eyes, eyes raised, and yawned while lying on Ning Zhi's shoulder.

"A little sleepy?" Ning Zhi was a little amused, thinking of this man's behavior just now, his expression softened again.

It is rare to see such an expression on his face. It seems to be a slight ridicule, or like a drowned person who saw the piece of driftwood at the place of death, relaxed and even more melancholy.

And these were covered up again by Ning Zhi in just an instant.

Gu Fanyin, who was leaning on him, didn't realize it. From the corner of his eye, he saw something wrong with the number of people today, and finally remembered to ask: "Where's Mo Chaozhou?"

Yuezhi shook her head, and pointed to the gloomy woods: "I didn't see anyone this morning, maybe I went down the mountain."

"Did he go down the mountain when this kind of thing happened, did he finally awaken some magic stick skills?"

Ning Zhi's eyes fell leisurely on that empty space, and the deep smile in his eyes was even more secretive.

"God stick...?" Gu Fanyin clicked his tongue twice, and finally a person's name appeared in his mind. He pointed to the room where the window had never been opened, and signaled Wu He beside him to push the door.

"Don't we just have a magic stick? We have to make the best use of everything."

Ning Zhi smiled, and raised his finger to wrap around her long hair that fell down to her shoulders. The meaning of the words was unclear: "I'm afraid he will say something again... the secret must not be revealed."

"The secret cannot be leaked."

The two voices overlapped, and they turned around slowly, just in time to meet Mu Nanxing who was walking slowly.

His eyes never seem to be able to hinder him, but instead make him look more like a fairy.

Mu Nanxing was not surprised that Ning Zhi would say this, and upon hearing this, he just reminded him gently: "Foretelling something like this, knowing it too early may not necessarily be a good thing."

I don't know if it's a warning or what, Ning Zhi raised his eyebrows, and his words were stinging: "It seems that Mr. Mu slept very comfortably last night."

"Only someone like Mr. Mu can sleep well, right?"

Mu Nanxing smiled, and didn't care about Ning Zhi's sudden objection: "Mr. Ning was joking, knowing too much may not be a good thing."

"All gifts in this world will eventually be paid for."

He stood on the air vent, and the ethereal hem of his clothes made him look more like a fairy. Hearing such words, the few people standing beside him were thoughtful, only Ning Zhi and Gu Fanyin were extremely out of place.

There was no expression of emotion on their faces at all.

The former even showed some irony that only he could detect.

"All gifts come with a price?"

He draws out his voice viciously, as if to scoff at the statement.

The premise of this sentence is not to be favored.

In particular, not being favored by the heavens in this world.

"Young Master Ning seems to have a different opinion?" Mu Nanxing was not annoyed when he was rejected, but smiled gently, his gaze through the white silk was like a light wind, even if it fell on the person, it would not show the slightest trace.

"That's none of your business."

Ning Zhi didn't want to say anything to him, he had complicated feelings for Mu Nanxing, and even now, it was still difficult for him to be pleasing to the eye.

"Okay," Gu Fanyin stopped their conversation indifferently, turned to look at Mu Nanxing, and asked bluntly, "What's the matter with Mo Chouzhou?"