Chapter 37 Private Visit in the middle of the night

Zuo Zixin stayed in the medicine field and returned to her room when the sun went down. As soon as she arrived at her small nest, she bolted the door of the room from the inside and went to the Bloodland Magic Garden to practice the two tips taught by Brother Tianyu today.

After staying in it for more than ten days, I finally succeeded in learning these two techniques, but I couldn't find the experiment when I wanted to implement my achievements. There is only one tree in it, and the tree doesn't need to water and catch insects by itself.

The most painful thing in the world is that you thought you could do something after learning it, but it turned out to be a useless place for heroes.

Zuo Zixin finally had to sigh and go home, but before leaving, she went to see the magic vine, which had pulled out some tender buds. Zuo Zixin didn't bother her and went straight out of the scroll.

She lay ** out of the Blood Domain Magic Garden. Her body was light, and a green smoke slowly rose, and then floated in the air. This is Zuo Zixin's soul body. She looked down at her body, made sure it was safe, and went straight through the wall.

In a short time, she had already stood on the stairs of Luo Xianfeng, looked at it, and then floated directly away after distinguishing the direction. All this happened too quickly, and a mass of air was acting in Qingzong, but it did not alert anyone. I have to say that the cultivation of Yunqi mainland is really low.

Zuo Zixin drifted in the night. Fortunately, she asked Tianyu about the direction of Xiaoyao Peak during the day, otherwise so many mountains would really go by themselves.

A room in a small courtyard of Xiaoyaofeng is brightly lit, and a straight figure is swaying on the west window. Shangyangjun, dressed in obscenity, is reading a book at this time. His eyebrows are sometimes raised, sometimes relaxed, but there is no big expression on his whole face. His bony fingers slipped on the book, and a wisp of blue silk hung on the side of his ear.

"How long do you want to see it?" Shangyangjun raised his head and gently put down the brochure in his hand. There was no movement on his body, but the crisp and jade-like voice spit out from his cool lips.

"When did you know?" The air in front of Shangyang Jun fluctuated strangely, and then Zuo Zixin in red appeared.

When did he know he existed? I have obviously hidden my breath.

"Feeling." The cold voice sounded again, and the booklet that was parked at his hand was also picked up by him and read it with relish.

Zuo Zixin sat directly on the stool in front of him and looked at the person in front of him. The first meeting, this person kissed himself inexplicably, and the second meeting looked at himself with deep meaning. At the third meeting, the man actually looked at his book without changing his face.

Is she a ghost? Didn't he feel it?

"Do you know what I am?" Zuo Zixin asked tentatively. In order to print the scene, her image appeared more realistically, and Zuo Zixin's eyes turned blood red in the blink of an eye.

"I know." The man still answered her without raising his head, as if he were nagging.

Zuo Zixin was frustrated. The more Zuo Zixin was, the more she pestered him, but she did not find that the corners of the mouth of someone with his head down rose slightly, with a faint smile.

"Would you please look up and see me answering?" Zuo Zixin said word by word and reached out to take away the booklet in Shangyangjun's hand.

"Good!" Shangyangjun agreed coldly, then raised his high head and looked at Zuo Zixin seriously. Zuo Zixin's heart and uneasily at this moment, her eyes are blood red, and her body does not feel evil.

Zuo Zixin originally thought that Shangyangjun should have said with astonishment, you are actually a ghost?

But the facts are often cruel!

Shangyangjun looked at Zuo Zixin and didn't feel threatened at all about her evil spirit. He even stretched out his bony fingers and slid across Zuo Zixin's skin, and a sense of dryness and heat came inexplicably.

Shangyangjun's eyes darkened, and he felt that his hand was hit by the electric current, but I have to say that this feeling is really good, just like the soft touch on his lips last time.

Unconsciously, a pair of hands had picked up Zuo Zixin's chin, and then warm fingers rubbed on her lips, grinding and grinding...

Zuo Zixin originally wanted to wait for his expression, but the reality was out of line with her imagination. She was awakened by the burning breath and quickly jumped away.

I didn't expect that the people of Emperor Qingzong were so shameless that even ghosts would flirt with him. This guy has flirted with himself twice.

Zuo Zixin's face is inevitably a little strange, but in addition to these, her face is slightly hot and a little red.

The beautiful touch in Shangyangjun's hand disappeared with Zuo Zixin's distance. A trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, as if his favorite toy had been robbed, but this look soon disappeared and no one saw it.

He withdrew his hand and said leisurely, "It's not as good as yesterday."

Zuo Zixin was shocked on the spot. Did this guy recognize himself? No, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that she said that she is not as good-looking as yesterday. Yesterday, he looked good. He had a disfigured face and vomited. This man actually said he was good-looking. Isn't he normal?

Zuo Zixin doesn't know how to communicate with this person. She squatted on the ground, drawing circles and constantly complaining.

Zuo Zixin doesn't know how long she has been squatting. Anyway, her soul has no pain and her legs will not feel numb. She slowly stood up and found that the man continued to look at her book, as if she were just a mass of air.

Zuo Zixin's frustration is getting stronger and stronger, and it is nothing more than playing the piano for a cow, which is a hundred times more uncomfortable than playing the piano for a cow.

"Well, uncle, may I ask..." Zuo Zixin exhaled. She forgot that the ghost did not need to breathe, but she made an exhaling posture to express her sense of powerlessness. She remembered the purpose of her coming, so she was interrupted before she finished asking.

"Uncle? Huh?" Shangyangjun suddenly raised his head and looked at Zuo Zixin with confused eyes.

Zuo Zixin's heart beat. For some reason, she suddenly felt that his eyes were particularly cute and aroused people's animal nature. Zuo Zixin silently despised her bad ideas for a minute.

"Uncle, I should call you uncle according to the generation, isn't it right?" The more Zuo Zixin said, the lower her voice became. Obviously, she was a strong woman. Why didn't she feel weak in the face of this personnel momentum? Is he a BOSS-level person who has committed his own occupational disease?

"Hmm!" Shangyangjun nodded and no longer paid attention to Zuo Zixin.