Chapter 144: Feng Li's interior

After dinner, Feng Li asked Jiang Luo to carry a stool to the courtyard.

The yard was well cleared of snow, and the sun was bright and shining. Jiang Luo sat down in front of Feng Li with what could be described as a leap of faith, and after putting on a towel, reached down and lifted his black hair up and brushed it all behind his back, protecting the Soul Pendant.

White fingers weaved in and out of the hair, and the swan neck was hidden from view. Feng Li looked down at him, his disheveled hair coming together, some of it rather messy.

He simply stretched out his hand and helped his disciple to comb his hair.

The bony hands of the mature man wearing a jade trigger finger smoothed out the strands of hair that had been drawn away by the static electricity.

Off to the side was the funeral parlor owner who stood watching and offered a pair of scissors, "Jiang Luo , how short do you want it cut?"

Jiang Luo looked sideways at his spine.

Over the past six months, his hair had grown, like crazy, from below his shoulders to below his shoulder blades. It was already quite inconvenient, relying on Jiang Luo's good looks to hold up the long hair, but now it had become even more inconvenient.

He casually said, "Cut it all."

The funeral parlor owner was staggered, "What do you mean, full cut?"

Jiang Luo suggested, "An inch?"

He thought an inch would look better on him.

Feng Li rarely pursed his lips.

Jiang Luo's long hair has never been taken care of by him, but the quality of the hair is very good, like a piece of satin smooth and beautiful, after dropping the tears of the ginseng essence, and in the original good layers of the fierce rise a big cut, but also a long cut. Such good hair, just like this cut off is too much of a pity.

He gathered his hair, picked up the scissors, and made the first clean cut from the bottom of the strands.

"Click," the broken hair fell to the ground.

Jiang Luo listened to the pleasant sound and revealed a pleasant smile at an angle no one could see.

Usually when he wants a haircut, Chi You will always intervene. Now that Chi You can't get to the top of the mountain, he can't do anything about it, can he?

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, Jiang Luo simply about to laugh out loud, free of charge!

Feng Li is the first time to do the hair cut for others, but the hand is very stable. Even when the funeral store owner kept directing him "Hey, the left side is a bit long ...... no no no the right side is a bit protruding ...... side side side", it didn't affect him.

He quickly stopped, "There."

"Okay?" That was too soon, Jiang Luo looked back to see long hair that wasn't much shorter sliding arrogantly over his shoulders once more, "......"

Feng Li's voice implied satisfaction, "Not bad."

"It's nice," the funeral store owner cupped, "It's always better than an inch."

Jiang Luo silently looked down and saw that the hair on the ground was only five centimeters long, more like a repair than a haircut.

If he hadn't remembered that he was now fucking a persona as light as a chrysanthemum, Jiang Luo would have almost been unable to resist getting his hands on it himself.

The funeral store owner burned the hair on the ground, and seeing Jiang Luo's smiling face, he went up to him and said, "It's good to have longer hair, just enough to cover the Soul Pendant. Your master and the Fated Man are not people who would pay attention to such trivial matters, so if you cover it up, you won't ask."

In the back, Feng Li couldn't help but frown at their closeness.

Jiang Luo's relationship with Ji Yaozi seems to be even more intimate than that of his proper master.

After all this nonsense, it was time to clean the dirt. Previously, it was Jiang Luo who went there alone, but today there are two more people, Feng Li and the funeral parlor owner.

The Fates had indeed waited by the spring pool, and Feng Li's countenance became even colder the moment he saw the Fates. The funeral store owner lowered his head, doing his best to minimize his presence.

The atmosphere was a bit oppressive, but the Fated Man seemed as if he hadn't noticed, saying without surprise, "You're here."

Feng Li didn't exchange pleasantries with him and went straight to, "Why did you want him to soak in the small spring pool."

He sends Jiang Luo into Lian's house just to plainly cleanse him of the filth that comes from being infested with evil spirits.

As soon as Feng Li opened his mouth, the funeral store owner and Daoist Wei He did not dare to speak. The Fateful Man, however, did not get angry and smiled, "The filth on him is too heavy, and the water under the mountain can't wash him."

Jiang Luo quietly watched the two men.

A sneer crossed Feng Li's eyes, "You dripped your blood in it."

The Fates explained in a warm voice, "It will be better for him."

After a pause, the predestined man added, "You haven't been on the mountain for a long time, so if you're not comfortable with that, you should wash up with Jiang Luo once, and wash off the dirt you've gotten over the years as well."

At those words, Feng Li looked over at Koizumi Pond, who was silent for a moment and said faintly, "That's it."

With that, he lifted his step into the pool.

All the people standing here, only Jiang Luo a person wrapped in a down coat, dressed most like an ordinary person. Feng Li today is a black background white crane Tang suit, after he went into the water, from the side of the body slowly overflowed a few points of light-colored dirt, and was purified by the spring pool. Jiang Luo also took off his coat and went into the hot water.

The dirt on his body was much more powerful compared to Feng Li. Even after Feng Li, his expression showed a bit of surprise.

The Nemesis stood far away from the pool, speaking through the watery mist, "Without my blood, the taint on him could never be washed away."

Feng Li turned his jade trigger finger, the corner of his mouth picking up in mockery, "The Fated One did his best for my disciple, the Heavenly Master's Office is grateful."

Feng Li has always been a bit witty, and today he is showing no mercy to the Fated One. Jiang Luo always felt that there was something hidden between Feng Li and his destiny.

His eyes rolled and Feng Li, his hands behind his back, turned his head to him and said, "Find a place to soak."

It was not as if he had come to cleanse the body himself, but rather as if he had come to supervise Jiang Luo. Jiang Luo sat down in a familiar place and began to watch the water to see the effect of the Soul Pendant.

The few strands of black hair beside his ears were dampened by the mist of water, dripping sticky and greasy. Jiang Luo saw the black water coming from his body constantly being forced back by purification, but his sanity was not affected much.

Just as he was watching intently, Feng Li's voice came from beside him, "What's hanging from your ear?"

Jiang Luo retracted his eyes to look at the tall man standing amidst the mist, frowning slightly, seemingly displeased at the fact that there was an extra thing in his ear out of nowhere.

The funeral store owner had clearly said that Feng Li and the predestined would not care about such trivial matters, but looking at Feng Li's expression, he was more than caring, he was getting angry.

I almost forgot, Feng Li is a very controlling person. But Jiang Luo is just his disciple, and what does he care if his disciple has an earring in his ear?

Jiang Luo slowly picked up his lips, which were wet with water mist as if they were coated with a layer of rosy flower juice, he smiled softly, "The earrings given by my friend, I think they look good on me, sir, what do you think?"

Saying that, he seemed to feel that it was not enough. He turned his head sideways again, facing Feng Li with his left ear that was wearing the Dementor Pendant, and reached out to hook the obtrusive broken hair behind his ear, revealing his white and thin ear.

The earlobe was pierced through a hole, Jiang Luo's earrings were worn in a ruthless manner, although not much blood was wasted, but the hole in the ear was slightly swollen at this moment, flushed with the redness of rising blood.

Feng Li looked at his earrings with a puzzled expression.

Jiang Luo is still smiling to himself, "It just so happens that in half a month it will be my birthday, and the gifts from my friends are all heartfelt."

He wasn't lying, the original was born during the winter new year.

Feng Li said, "Birthday?"

He held out his hand and touched the Dementor Pendant when Jiang Luo was caught off guard.

Fingers flicked through the hanging spikes one by one, Jiang Luo's smile froze for a moment, then returned to its original state, "My disciple's birthday is in January."

Jiang Luo originally wanted to use the Soul Pendant to take a look at the inner workings of the Fated Man, but Feng Li intervened. But Feng Li is also a good candidate, and Jiang Luo also wants to know what his inner view is.

Jiang Luo looked up at Feng Li, and when he met those deep eyes, his mind went blank for a moment, and his soul seemed to have broken out of its shell, and with the help of the Soul Pendant, he entered Feng Li's inner landscape.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Luo felt like he was in another dimension, so light that he had no sense of reality. Jiang Luo looked down at his hands and feet, sighing for a few seconds at the marvelous sensation, before looking up and looking around.

The only thing that exists in the interior of a blank spot is a large Tenshi's mansion.

Should I say that I am worthy of being called Feng Li? He really thinks the Tianshifu is the most important thing.

Jiang Luo instinctively knew that the Dementor Pendant would only allow him to see someone else's mental picture for three minutes. Without much delay, he quickly ran towards the place he was most curious about.

-The ghost of the woman who was kept underneath the confinement!

Jiang Luo's speed was flying, the confinement room was in an extremely remote location of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, if he wasn't a bit faster, he would probably run there until it was time.

He counted silently in his heart, and after a minute and a half, Jiang Luo managed to run into the lockup. The door was locked, so Jiang Luo kicked it open and came to the familiar ventilation ducts.

Jiang Luo's eyes glowed, the excitement of being on the verge of discovering the secrets of the Heavenly Master's Mansion completely ignited his passion, and he kicked open the entrance to the ventilation ducts in the same way, bending down to crawl inside.

There's still the last minute.

Jiang Luo accelerated his speed and found the air vent of a room, he removed the cover of the air vent and jumped through the air vent into the basement which was hidden extremely deep.

The dark-haired youth landed in style as he clapped his hands together and quickly looked around the perimeter.

In the corner, a crazy woman with tattered clothes and disheveled hair baked chains on her hands. She stared blankly at Jiang Luo, her fingernails sharp and hiding black sludge. The room smelled awful, the floor littered with garbage and dark clumps of mud, the walls speckled with moss and mold, emanating a musty odor of excess moisture.

After taking a quick look around, Jiang Luo walked up to the crazy woman with a clear goal in mind. Ignoring the crazy woman's mouth that was constantly open to bite him and her arms and legs that seemed to be waving at him like crazy, he ruffled the woman's messy hair out of the way and lifted her head up to see what she looked like.

This woman's face was half destroyed, and her appearance was horrible and appalling. But between her eyebrows, there were a few familiar shadows.

"You-" Who are you.

This sentence is not yet finished, Jiang Luo eyes again a white, the next instant, and he looked at the person into the Feng Li.

The stench disappeared and the smell of spring water hit me.

He's coming out of Feng Li's inner sanctum.

Feng Li did not seem to notice anything, he withdrew his hand lightly. But his hand was suddenly held by Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo looked intently at Feng Li, he took Feng Li's hand and gently said, "Sir."

Feng Li was pulled to the point where he needed to bend over, and he didn't know what to think, but he actually bent over in compliance with Jiang Luo's strength.

Jiang Luo's beautiful face, with its heroic spirit mixed with splendor, was reflected in Feng Li's eyes.

Water droplets fall from Jiang Luo's brow, sliding out in a clear, sinuous trail, like ink that gradually blurs out.

Jiang Luo stopped pulling Feng Li closer when they were down to the last inch of their arms.

He looked at Feng Li with full attention, as if Feng Li was the only person he could see in his eyes at the moment, and his eyes spilled into gold dust-like brilliance. Gradually, the corners of his lips lifted up, and a few flickers of malice disappeared in them.

"Sir," he said with a bashful smile, as if in admiration, "you have a beautifully grown brow."

The smile turned deeper.

The original crazy woman who was locked up.

It's Feng Li's mom!