Feng Lin tilted his head and glanced at Su Zishu. His father had killed her family.
If she likes it, she will be a ghost.
Of course, even if she wanted to marry, Feng Lin wouldn't want her.
What if after a few years, Dad gets old and needs someone to take care of him.
What should I do if she secretly drugged her father while I was away?
"Little brat, get out of here! I want to rest!"
Su Zishu pointed at Zhuang Yike and shouted, "If you don't leave, I'll ask Chai Kang to come over and invite you!"
Just as Zhuang Yike was about to speak, a ninth-level aura appeared at the door.
All three people looked over and found that the person who came was not Chai Kang, but Zhuang Ji.
"Uncle! Why are you in the mood to come here?" Zhuang Yike asked strangely.
"Feng Lin, come with me."
Zhuang Ji glanced at Feng Lin, then turned and left.
Feng Lin yawned and got up from the bed, wondering what Zhuang Ji wanted from him.
He felt that it was probably about Zhuang Qingyan's wallet.
Only Zhuang Yike and Su Zishu are left here.
Su Zishu lay down again. What happened last night could not be forgotten.
Especially when Feng Lin stepped into that poisonous fog for her sake.
She also inhaled it herself, but she only took two puffs and immediately covered her mouth and nose.
Even so, the irritating toxin was swirling in her mind, making her feel worse than death.
Feng Lin took five big sips for her.
"Sister! I like to pull red strings. I'll help you chase Feng Lin, okay?"
Zhuang Yike came to Su Zishu with a smile, his eyes flashing, full of cunning.
"Shut up! I don't like him!"
Su Zishu thought that he was Fengchen's son and could be considered his enemy.
"I don't believe it. Master has set aside a palace for you. If you don't go there to sleep, why are you here?"
Zhuang Yike chuckled.
"I...I'm just here because my bedding is here. I'm injured and I'm too lazy to take it."
Su Zishu turned sideways to the wall, "Don't disturb me!"
Zhuang Yike stuck out his tongue, turned around and ran out.
Feng Lin followed Zhuang Ji to the lower reaches of the creek in the back mountain.
There is a small house made of wood here.
In front of the house is a rocking chair made of bamboo.
When Feng Lin came here, Zhuang Ji was already lying on the chair.
"What's the matter with calling me here?" Feng Lin asked with his trouser pockets in his pocket.
"What is your relationship with Zhuang Qingyan?"
Zhuang Ji gently rocked the rocking chair.
"If you really want to say that, I am her savior. I helped her divert the Yin Yang Crusaders and help her escape."
Feng Lin paused, "She and my mother seem to know each other."
"Your mother? What's your name?" Zhuang Ji looked at Feng Lin coldly.
"You should be considered a big shot. There is no need to tell you. I know nothing about you."
Feng Lin shrugged, "What's wrong, senior? You're going to bed without me."
"I want to make a deal with you."
Zhuang Ji closed his eyes again and murmured in a low voice, "Your intention in coming here is the same as Su Zishu's, is it for the inheritance of our sect?"
"You misunderstood, I am not."
Feng Lin said with a smile, "However, I rescued Su Zishu last night and heard about the inheritance from her."
"I don't care if what you tell is the truth or a lie, I'll make a deal with you."
Zhuang Ji raised his hand to the sky and clenched it into a fist, "You help me destroy the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, and I will pass on the inheritance to you."
Feng Lin stared at Zhuang Ji and did not answer immediately.
He originally planned to destroy the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, so it would be great to have another inheritance.
"I heard from Su Zishu that you and Zhuang Yeke don't know about inheritance."
Feng Lin showed a faint smile.
"Do you think I am a fool who would tell the inheritance to the Yin Yang Crusaders who destroyed us?"
Zhuang Ji's eyes were gloomy.
Feng Lin rubbed his chin and thought.
Finding that Feng Lin didn't say anything, Zhuang Ji continued: "You still have to think about it? The Wan Yao Sect provoked Su Zishu, and you saved her and used her power to destroy the Wan Yao Sect. It was easy."
"Haha, but Su Zishu decided to take revenge on his own and did not intend to use the forces behind him."
Feng Lin explained with a smile.
"this……"
Zhuang Ji did not expect that this Su Zishu could be considered a person.
"Senior, don't worry, I will help you destroy the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, but I will use my own power."
Feng Lin smiled and waved his fist, "It shouldn't take too long."
Zhuang Ji looked at Feng Lin's confident smile and thought that he could rescue Su Zishu from Shesen.
Definitely not a simple character.
"Who are you?" Zhuang Ji asked in a deep voice.
"Just an ordinary descendant of Yan and Huang."
Feng Lin spread his arms.
"Okay! If the deal is successful, I will pass on the inheritance to you when the Ten Thousand Demons Sect is destroyed. It depends on you to what extent you can understand it."
After Zhuang Ji finished speaking, he looked at Zhuang Yike running in the distance, closed his eyes and stopped talking.
"Feng Lin! Su Zishu asked me to give you a message."
Zhuang Yike ran over quickly, came to Feng Lin and whispered, "She said that she likes you and thought the way you saved her last night was very handsome."
When Feng Lin heard this, he smiled dumbly.
This little brat is obviously talking nonsense, the way he saved her last night...
Full body checkup?
"Why are you laughing? Really, I didn't lie to you."
Zhuang Yike looked up at Feng Lin, his big eyes flickering.
"I believe you, but I don't like her."
After Feng Lin finished speaking, he went back.
Zhuang Yike was a little confused. What was going on with Feng Lin? Shouldn't he be cheering?
Doesn't he like Su Zishu's type?
Zhuang Yike's cheeks suddenly turned red. Speaking of which, Su Zishu scolded her just now, and Feng Lin even helped her.
Could it be that he likes me!?
Zhuang Yike shook his head vigorously, and she quickly followed Feng Lin, deciding to ask clearly.
Feng Lin has returned to his own slate.
Su Zishu was naturally not asleep at the side, but she didn't know what to say to Feng Lin, so she could only lie down and pretend to sleep.
Feng Lin was really tired. He had to go out to fight when he woke up, so he was ready to rest.
As soon as he closed his eyes, Zhuang Yike followed him again, grabbing his ponytail and sweeping it across Feng Lin's face.
"Shit! Auntie, are you done? I'm injured and need to rest."
Feng Lin said helplessly.
"I...I just want to ask a question."
Zhuang Yike stroked his ponytail, "Feng Lin, what type of woman do you like?"
Hearing this question, Su Zishu next to him also pricked up his ears to eavesdrop.
"I like the really big ones..."
When Feng Lin said this, he suddenly stopped. Su Zishu was beside him.
What should I do if she misunderstood what I said?
Su Zishu really misunderstood. When she heard this, she felt her heart beat faster and her face became hot.
Is this bastard Feng Lin hinting at himself?
"Ahem! I just like the feeling of playing with my hands."
Feng Lin raised his hands as if holding a big watermelon, rubbing it in thin air.
Su Zishu frowned and thought in his mind.
Stock palm?
share?
What he meant was...butt?
Su Zishu's pretty face turned red immediately, "You are so shameless!"
She turned around brilliantly, jumped into the air, and punched Feng Lin in the stomach.
"Fuck!"
Feng Lin bounced on the stone slab and shouted angrily, "Why are you hitting me? I didn't say anything about you. Although yours is okay, it's not serious."