Chapter 151: Eyes

Jiang Luo walked slowly to the Fated One with small steps, covering his abdomen, his face whitened by the cold wind, with a look of powerlessness from a serious injury, "Fated One, Taoist Master Wei He."

The darkness of the night blocked many things, others could not see how badly Jiang Luo was hurt, but they could see the blood on his body and face. What's more important is that Chi You on the other side has broken an arm, so how much injury must Jiang Luo have suffered?

It's a good thing that this can still come back! Taoist Master Wei He was startled, "Quickly, quickly, Tian Shi Ji Yaozi, quickly help him back, I'll give him a look!"

"Daoist don't worry," Jiang Luo smiles feebly, his voice breathless, "none of these injuries are life-threatening, they're just superficial wounds, just use ginseng essence."

The funeral store owner froze, slightly relieved, "Almost forgot you have a live ginseng doll there, Taoist, that doll can be five hundred years, Jiang Luo ate it will not be able to use you."

"Five hundred years of ginseng essence? That's definitely possible!" Taoist Master Wei He sighed in relief, "Let's not delay, let's go back quickly, the hundred ghosts on the other side have all left, let Jiang Luo hurry back to cure it."

Jiang Luo looked at the Fated Man again, sighed softly, and mournfully said, "Fated Man, I can't beat him."

"You've done well," the Predator looked at him intently, a smile lurking at the corners of his mouth, "No one can do better than you."

After pacifying Jiang Luo, he turned back to Chi You who was surrounded by a hundred ghosts in the distance.The evil ghost was in a sorry state of image and was resting on his broken arm.Though the evil ghost didn't appear to be fundamentally harmed, a twinkle appeared in the eyes of the predestined one, "You've already been able to make him break one of his arms. This is too much of a surprise."

Jiang Luo is still growing, yet he can already reach this height, he can turn Chi You into this in half an hour, if Jiang Luo grows faster and becomes stronger, killing Chi You won't be a problem.

What no one can do, he can do. The emotions in the eyes of the predestined man instantly rose and disappeared in the blink of an eye, he raised his hand and gently wiped away a splash of blood droplets on the side of Jiang Luo's face, his voice was gentle as water, as if it contained snow-like gentleness, "You've done a good job today, go back and rest."

The group walked back slowly, with the elders walking at their slowest pace to accommodate Jiang Luo's speed.

After entering the courtyard, Taoist Master Wei He made sure that Jiang Luo didn't need him and left, while Feng Li and Ji Yaozi helped Jiang Luo back to his room, one on each side.

In the room, the Ginseng Spirit was lying on the bed playing with his feet, looking up and seeing them he exclaimed, "Daddy, you're back!"

"Is this the ginseng spirit?" Ji Yaozi looked at the Ginseng Spirit with wonder, "It's really well raised, white and chubby."

The ginseng spirit was a little frightened at the sight of the stranger, and it shrank back towards the covers, shivering under the thick quilt.

Ji Yaozi said, "Aiya, you're still hiding, can you see that Jiang Luo is seriously injured? You're quite smart."

Seriously hurt?

The ginseng doll poked its head out of the blanket and cautiously looked toward Jiang Luo with confused eyes.

Why didn't it see that Jiang Luo was hurt?

Except for the lack of blood, everything is healthy.

It just wanted to say the words out, Jiang Luo quickly pulled it out of the nest, ginseng doll only felt a heavenly rotation, before it could speak, was quickly pinched off a ginseng whiskers.

The ginseng doll forgot what she was trying to say and cried "wah wah wah".

Jiang Luo brought the ginseng beard to his mouth, and his face flushed red, even as he began to sweat from over-supplementation.

Jiang Luo realized that he had overdone it.

He endured the dry heat, not forgetting to catch the tears of the ginseng doll with his belly band, not wasting a single drop of ginseng essence.

Seeing his face now, Ji Yaozi didn't need to ask him to know that he was better. It was now late and Ji Yaozi yawned, "Since you're fine, I'll go back to bed and see you tomorrow."

Jiang Luo politely thanked him, "Thank you for your concern."

Ji Yaozi waved his hand lazily and slowly walked out the door. After his silhouette disappeared, Jiang Luo's gaze shifted to Feng Li's body, why isn't this one leaving?

Instead of leaving, Feng Li walked over to the table and sat down, his spine straight, his handsome face half sunk into the shadows, "Come here."

Jiang Luo walked over suspiciously.

The light bulb in the house is an old style from more than twenty years ago, covered with a layer of yellow wax-like dirt, the light is dim, and it looks like you are looking at an old photo that moves.

Feng Li still smells like booze.

"Sir," Jiang Luo began, "aren't you going back to rest?"

Feng Li lifted his head, the shadow returning to the bridge of his nose, making the lower half of his face reflected in the dim light as cold and hard as marble, "Put it to bed."

The ginseng doll he was looking at stiffened, tears instantly held back, sobbing and pretending to be a dead ginseng.

Jiang Luo obediently put the ginseng doll back and walked back to Feng Li. Feng Li coldly said, "You did one thing wrong today, do you know that?"

Jiang Luo's smile stiffened for a moment and he lowered his head, "Disciple does not understand."

Feng Li slowly looked around and took the dead tree branch stuck in the vase on the table, his tone inscrutable, "Tonight, a hundred ghosts are welcoming the bride, you shouldn't take the initiative to go over there, let alone go and express your request to the Nemesis."

"Your Master is me, not the Fated One," Feng Li said as his eyes sank, "You should listen to my words, not his."

That's kind of funny.

Jiang Luo thought to himself.

Feng Li said, "Hold out your hand."

He took the branch and clearly wanted to hit Jiang Luo's palm. Jiang Luo s heart's displeasure was about to break through the limit, and he whispered, "Sir, I ......"

"Come on." Feng Li said.

His hand on the branch was already poised to punish Jiang Luo's palm. Feng Li did not say anything superfluous, but his meaning was clear: if Jiang Luo did not behave himself, he would take even more serious measures.

Jiang Luo remained silent for a moment, but extended his hand.

"Every time your senior brothers made a mistake, they were beaten ten times by me. Remembering your first offense, I will only punish you with five strokes." Feng Li showed no mercy as a tree branch hit Jiang Luo's palm. He used a lot of force, his palm soon turned red, Jiang Luo looked at this red mark, he did not think this pain was anything, but it did not stop him from pretending that his palm was curled up, and then in the next moment, he forced himself to open it.

Instead, Jiang Luo's heart has calmed down.

He pondered over those two words of Feng Li's just now, from which he could see that the relationship between the Fated Man and Feng Li was by no means harmonious; Feng Li disliked the Fated Man very much, so could he stimulate the conflict between them and make them dog-eat-dog?

Once, twice, three times, Feng Li knocked three times in his palm.

Jiang Luo will remember this account clearly, after three strokes, his palm completely without eyes.

Feng Li frowned, paused, and added, "Roll your sleeves up."

Jiang Luo hesitated.

There are still traces of the evil spirits on the body covered by the clothes, and Feng Li will surely find them as soon as they are exposed.

He was starting to get annoyed inside.

-- Feng Li is so annoying.

Feng Li saw that he did not move and thought that he was afraid. Feng Li rolled up Jiang Luo's sleeve himself. With two or three layers of winter clothes, Feng Li patiently rolled up the warm clothes to the elbow of his down jacket, and when Jiang Luo's little arm was completely exposed, he picked up the branch again.

Jiang Luo looked down, and to his surprise, the marks on his arm had disappeared. No, technically speaking, they were not gone, but if you looked closely, you could still see the imprints that were so faint that they seemed like an illusion. This should be the effect of ginseng essence, a ginseng beard down, coupled with the yellow light, Feng Li indeed did not find those hidden in the flesh under the nearly disappeared traces.

Jiang Luo is getting hotter and hotter, and the back of his body is wet with the inner layer of clothes, sticky and greasy. Jiang Luo secretly reminded himself, in the future can not eat more ginseng, too tonic is not good.

The last two strikes landed hard on Jiang Luo's little arm.

Two red swellings floated up on the cold white little arm visible to the naked eye, which were separated by a palm's distance, and the redness drove a piece of the surrounding skin as if the whole little arm was also red and swollen.

Feng Li's brow wrinkled without trace when he saw such an effect, and he looked up at the younger disciple's demeanor.

Jiang Luo looked like he was in severe pain, and his forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. His lips were pursed, and his lips and the ends of his eyes burned red again.

The arm was red, two slightly swollen up as if it had an abusive beauty, and it was even more pathetic in the center of the palm, swollen more than the other hand.

The corners of Feng Li's lips slowly straightened.

In fact, there is no such thing as a rule of punishing former disciples, who never dared to make mistakes in front of Feng Li, and were only locked up by Feng Li in the confinement room when they did not do a good enough job.

But with this lie, he punished Jiang Luo five times, leaving these five marks.

Noticing his gaze, Jiang Luo tiredly lifted his eyelids to look at him, "Mr. ......"

Outside the window, the wind howled and the sky was dark. The smell of Feng Li's liquor diffused, heavy and mellow, coloring the air with a bit of drowsy drunkenness.

Inside the room bulbs swinging, unknown light shadows, haloing dark and dull with a layer of gray dull light.

Looking at people in such a light, ugly people have to see a few moments of tenderness and affection, becoming loving and lingering.

Jiang Luo's light and salty glance also adds a few obscure and twisted meanings of backwardness under the general lighting of this indefinable photo album.

Feng Li looked at him, his eyes suddenly became deep, he abruptly stood up and threw down the dry branches, threw down a sentence "this will not happen again" and quickly walked out of Jiang Luo's room.

This glance at Jiang Luo inexplicable, he looked at the room door closed behind Feng Li, frowning tightly, "What is this disease?"

It's so weird.

After pondering for a while and failing to figure it out, Jiang Luo went up to the door and locked it, and closed the window tightly, making sure that not a single cold wind could enter the room. He threw down a fire talisman and lit the tinder in the iron basin, and stood by the bed to undress and get into bed.

The comforter was cold, but fortunately the bedding was thick and fluffy, and soon warmed up. However, Jiang Luo was already very hot, this is even more hot lifted the covers to fan himself with his bare hands, and finally could not stand it, and got out of bed and poured half a thermos of water to take a towel to wipe his body.

The ginseng spirit stood pathetically by the bedside, squeezing belly tears into his big red flowery ocean pot, and babbling, "Daddy, I didn't see who pinched my whiskers just now, can you tell me who did it?"

Jiang Luo snubbed it, "Feng Heavenly Master did it, I saw it with both eyes."

"Sure enough, it's him," the Ginseng Spirit sniffled and held up his round belly, "Dad, I asked you to tell the Heavenly Master to use tears instead of whiskers for me, did you tell him that?"

Jiang Luo, who had completely forgotten about it, said in a serious manner, "I said it, but the Heavenly Master didn't believe it."

The ginseng spirit stopped crying; he was aggrieved and angry, and accused, "How could he be like this!"

Jiang Luo and the ginseng doll scolded Feng Li one by one, and the scolding continued for more than ten minutes before stopping. After Jiang Luo wiped his body with the water containing the tears of the ginseng essence, the only remaining bruises quickly disappeared. Not only the bruises, but also the big and small wounds from the previous injuries were gone, Jiang Luo felt like an egg with its shell peeled off, and was several times cleaner than after a bath.

Jiang Luo looked at his abdomen regrettably, "You can even produce hair with these tears, can't you let me have two more abs?"

The ginseng doll rolled her eyes, "Then you'd better dream faster, Daddy."

Jiang Luo climbed back into bed cleanly, and this time he wasn't unbearably hot. But as the day wore on, he kept tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The ginseng dolls were sniffling in their sleep, but Jiang Luo was still staring at the ceiling with his eyes open.

He's starting to lose sleep again because he's overcompensating.

Jiang Luo simply went to think about the events of the night again, thinking about it, and then remembered Feng Li looking at him strangely.

That look always made him feel so wrong.

He had been thinking about it for a long time, so much so that he was about to fall asleep, when suddenly his brain gave way to a sudden realization.

The way Feng Li looked at him was not the way a master would look at a disciple.

Rather, it's the way a man looks at another man.