Chapter 231 Coming in Sleeves
Fang Geyu narrowed his eyes, his expression suddenly became sharp, he couldn't help but lean up, stretched out his fingers and pinched the lobe of his left ear.
There is an inconspicuous little red dot on the earlobe, just like a woman who has just had her ears pierced. The red color is so subtle that it is difficult to see it if you don't look carefully.
Soon, the blush on her face dissipated, and her tone was low and dangerous: "Today...who touched your ears."
Bailian saw her expression He frowned solemnly, thinking of the mysterious man in black robes.
Following Fang Geyu's fingertips, he touched his earlobe. The earlobe that had been touched by his fingertips suddenly felt hot, causing a huge reaction.
Bailian lowered his voice and asked: "What's wrong?"
Fang Geyu's eyes narrowed, and he had a somewhat impressive aura: "This is the soul-falling sword seal. A hunting technique used by senior disciples of the Tianxi Sword Sect, usually used to target evil spirits Don’t you know when someone placed a seal on your body?”
She sounded a little angry, but she knew very well that the sword master who could plant such a high-level sword seal, the entire Tianxi Sword Sect, Apart from the Yu Sect Master, there are only Thirteen Swords of Tianxi.
And Jinsheng can be excluded from the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi.
Because he has not yet overcome the tribulation, but he does not have this ability.
When he thought that he was being targeted by such a big shot as Thirteen Swords, Fang Geyu felt inexplicably irritable.
Among the three sects, the one who advocates the most extermination of demons and does their part is the Tianxi Sword Sect.
His sect leader is upright and will kill every devil, which is comparable to that of Su Jing.
Now I plant such a thing...
Did this reveal his identity as a corpse demon?
But if it was discovered, why not arrest him on the spot and then quietly set up a sword seal?
Bailian's face gradually darkened, and he told everything about his encounter with the man in black robe today.
Fang Geyu sneered again and again: "I don't know when the disciples of Tianxi Sword Sect became such a hidden villain."
Bailian lowered his eyes and thought for a long time. Finally, he raised his eyes and looked at Fang Geyu and said with certainty: "But I feel that this person is not one of the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi."
Seeing his determination, Fang Geyu frowned and asked, "Why are you so sure?"
Bailian recalled the scene when he met that person and said in a deep voice: "Because this person... is not human. If it were a living person, it would be impossible for me not to feel that there was someone behind the corner of the corridor. Moreover, when the person held my wrist, there was no body temperature. "
There is no body temperature. He is not a human being and cannot feel it. Any breath of life.
But what Balian can still be sure of is that that person is definitely not the same existence as him.
The absence of body temperature does not mean it is a corpse.
Could it be that they are puppets like Yang Zhao and Huang Kang?
Fang Geyu stood up, pinched his earlobe and looked at him carefully, his face became heavier the more he looked at it.
This man is very profound.
And the method is really puzzling. To deal with a little corpse demon who can't do anything in the Kaiyuan realm, to casually lay down a sword mark in the Tribulation realm will be an existence that is engraved in the soul and difficult to remove.
However, this sword seal is not just an ordinary sword seal for crossing the tribulation realm. Fang Geyu touched it with his fingertips and could even feel a trace of the sword seal contained in it. Divided soul.
When the soul is separated into the seal, the spiritual energy consumed is so huge that even if the person in the seal hides in the small world, even the reincarnation of death can be sensed by the seal master.
This seal, even if her father comes, may not be able to dissolve this sword seal.
If it was really the big guys on the Celestial Seal who did it, then why bother with a little corpse demon like him.
The more he thought about it, the more depressed and heavy Fang Geyu felt, and he couldn't help but tighten the force on Bailian's earlobe.
When she came back to her senses, Balian was looking at her quietly, her earlobes turned red from being rubbed by her fingertips.
Fang Geyu was stunned, and then realized how frivolous and ambiguous his behavior was.
How can a man’s earlobes be rubbed and pinched by a woman casually? And she kept rubbing it for a long time without letting go.
It was just like the Lan Xiaodie that she had always despised and hated. She liked to ride her little black horse when she had nothing to do, and molested the handsome young man on the street.
Did she fall under the spell of Lan Young Die that night?
This morning, Lan Youdie was still nagging in her ears endlessly, saying in a weird way that she had raised a fresh and delicious handsome face, which could warm the eldest lady's bed, and catch the old ghost to receive the reward. Meet the empress.
Well-behaved and obedient, it’s no wonder that the eldest lady, who has always treated stinky men without pretense, adopted him as an exception.
But that night was just a joke to get away.
The young blue butterfly is extremely concerned.
Fang Geyu snorted coldly in his heart. This boy's body was cold, so he was not as good at warming the bed as she said.
It doesn’t matter who warms whom.
But...it is true that he is obedient and obedient.
If it were anyone else, who could sit so quietly and peacefully and let her do what she did.
Facing Bailian's clean eyes, she didn't know what to say for a moment. Fang Geyu's pretty face gradually turned red, and the hand holding his ear trembled slightly.
It's all Lan Youdie's fault. He kept thinking about it in front of her, so much so that she felt like she was just like those anxious old ladies in the Xueyue Pavilion in the Imperial Capital of Qin.
As if feeling the trembling and confusion in her fingertips, Balian asked in a low voice: "What? Is this difficult?"
Fang Geyu coughed lightly and was about to speak.
At that time, the wind outside the window will rise like waves on the sea, and the cold wind will stir up fine snowflakes and dust.
The sky light and white snow blew the old windows open a little.
The long wind blows in, carrying the clear light of winter twilight.
Fang Geyu's eyes moved slightly, and he naturally closed his hands and stretched out his sleeves, using his white snow crane cloak to cover the skylight shining directly from the window.
A gentle breeze blows, the wind blows the snowflakes against the curtains, and a thin and tall shadow rolls under the snow-covered eaves.
It wasn’t just the wind that blew Fang Geyu’s snow-white wide sleeves.
The sky was dim and seemed to be covered by a figure.
A simple and slender hand passed through the snow sleeve of her crane cloak, and the slender fingertips finally landed on Bailian's earlobe.
It was clearly an extremely beautiful hand. It was even more delicate and clean than the hands of a young lady from the south of the Yangtze River, but it also had a bit of careless laziness.
The hand was twisting the red earlobe carefully, with a bit of playfulness.
A chuckle came from the window under the sleeve: "We meet again, little corpse demon, have you been practicing swordplay recently?"
This voice...
Balian was no stranger, but he was still surprised.
Fang Geyu was also a little surprised, his eyes widened slightly, and he couldn't help but retract his arm.
Under the wide white sleeves of the crane cloak, there is a beautiful face as delicate as jade. She is leaning forward and half leaning between the windows with a smile but not a smile, holding her chin with one hand and pinching Balian's ears with the other.
It was obviously a very indecent and teasing act, but she managed to make it look so elegant and elegant.
"Miss Yunrong?" Balian said in surprise.
(End of this chapter)