The air was slightly cool in early autumn, and there was a strong musty smell in the room, so Zhang Yang always kept the windows open.
The air can be fresher, and there is no need to turn on the air conditioner. The temperature is just right, neither too cold nor too hot.
The moonlight was bright, and a small black figure was reflected on the beige curtains, sliding through the window and entering the room easily.
The temperature in the room suddenly dropped, and a cold atmosphere filled every corner of the room, like countless pairs of insidious eyes watching in the darkness.
As expected by Zhang Yang, the person who came was none other than Ling Bing'er, with a small braid tied up on one side of the doll's head with a colorful rubber band, cute big eyes that blinked, long eyelashes, a small nose and a small mouth, like a
Dolls are generally very cute.
The upper body is a small white and blue jacket dotted with crystal-like particles. The floral tight lapel sweater makes a pair of plump peaks look particularly sexy. The lower body is a pink short skirt that does not even cover the knees.
When she turned over just now, Zhang Yang even saw the small pink panty under her skirt, with a cartoon pattern of a bear on it...
It is undeniable that this girl's body is extremely mature, even to the point of being hot, but her pretty face is as childish and cute as a student.
Could this be the legendary *? Zhang Yang thought awkwardly while hiding in bed.
After Ling Bing'er fell into the room, she stared at Zhang Yang for a while, frowned, curled her mouth and then gently waved her slender jade arms.
Zhang Yang immediately felt a sudden increase in pressure in the room, and in the black shadows on the wall, each resentful spirit became clearer and clearer, slowly walking towards the bed.
Some were dressed in shrouds, with pale faces, long hair disheveled and a trace of blood flowing from the corners of their mouths, while others had rotting bodies, staggering and stiff movements...
Although Zhang Yang deliberately restrained the Nine Yang True Fire, the yang energy naturally emitted still made these resentful spirits stop when they were about one meter away.
Humans and ghosts have different paths, and yin and yang are in conflict with each other. When encountering Zhang Yang, who has a stronger yang energy, the resentful spirits cannot help but be afraid.
Obviously Ling Bing'er's skill has not reached the point where she can control these resentful spirits freely, so he is not worried anymore.
Ling Bing'er pouted, suddenly stretched out her slender hand, and struck Zhang Yang fiercely.
Zhang Yang sat up suddenly and released the Nine Yang True Fire in his body. The Yin Qi in the room immediately dissipated, and several resentful spirits disappeared without a trace in an instant under the Yang Qi.
Ling Bing'er's pretty face was full of surprise, but she couldn't hold back her hand. Zhang Yang easily grabbed her wrist and pulled her hard, causing her to fall onto the bed.
The difference in skill between the two was not that big. The main reason was that she was too careless and thought Zhang Yang was sleeping, so he suddenly attacked her.
"We meet again." Zhang Yang turned over and pressed her under him, smiling evilly.
Ling Bing'er's delicate body is as soft as a bone, and her hands are just pressing on her plump and erect fleshy mountains, so elastic, so soft...
"Go away." Ling Bing'er's face turned red, then she showed an angry look, and raised her knees to push between his legs.
Zhang Yang turned over in a hurry, thinking that this girl was too damaged. She was as good as Shishi, but she didn't feel ashamed to attack the most vulnerable part of a man.
Ling Bing'er took advantage of him to avoid him, jumped up and landed in the corner of the room, glaring angrily: "There are so many tricks, no wonder my master was injured by you."
"What do you mean? You were the one who attacked me first, okay?"
Zhang Yang couldn't laugh or cry, thinking that you secretly entered my room, and now you are still reasonable? You actually have the nerve to accuse me of being cunning?
"I……"
Ling Bing'er looked like a girl with no scheming, she was speechless for a moment and then said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, you hurt my master, I want to avenge her."
"Even your master is no match for me, are you better than her?"
"I don't believe it. You must have used a trick to hurt my master."
The master's Yinmen ghost skills have reached the fifth level, far surpassing her own. Ling Bing'er is still very clear about this.
But not long ago, she also fought against Zhang Yang in the villa and knew that his skills were much worse than hers.
Even though the Nine Sun Talisman is released, the skill cannot improve so quickly.
So in her opinion, the only possibility was that he used trickery to hurt the master.
"Compared to your master, I am a good person, how could I hurt her with tricks?" Zhang Yang said with disdain on his face.
"If you dare to scold my master, I won't take care of you."
How could Ling Binger speak to a smooth-tongued person like him? In anger, the temperature in the room became extremely cold again.
"Come on, I want to see how you deal with me." Zhang Yang spread his hands with an indifferent expression.
Ling Bing'er took a deep breath and crossed her arms. The air in the room seemed to be stagnant, making people feel suffocated and depressed.
Zhang Yang knew that she would hit this attack with all her strength, and did not dare to be careless at all. However, he was afraid that the Nine Yang True Fire would backfire and hurt the little girl, so he decided to only use 70% of his skill.
"court death."
After an angry shout, Ling Bing'er rushed over as fast as lightning and hit Zhang Yang's chest with her little hand.
boom……
The two palms met and made a loud noise, and the whole room seemed to tremble with it, and the cold and hot breaths were tangled together.
ah……
boom!
As Ling Bing'er screamed, she flew out in mid-air, fell heavily to the ground and passed out.
After Zhang Yang forcefully received the slap from her, he felt a tightness in his chest and rolled down on the bed, staggering before he could stand still.
Hearing Ling Bing'er's screams, he felt nervous, fearing to hurt the girl, so he hurried over and knelt down to check her injuries.
After checking, fortunately the injury was not serious and she was only temporarily unconscious. Zhang Yang felt relieved and picked her up and put her on the bed.
A moment later, with a violent cough, the pair of bulging meat hills on his chest kept shaking, making Zhang Yang drool.
Ling Bing'er struggled for a few times and slowly opened her eyes. When she saw Zhang Yang standing on the side of the bed, she was so excited that she wanted to get out of bed, but her whole body was so painful and weak that she could only
Helplessly, he lay down again, breathing heavily.
"If I wanted to kill someone, I would have done it just now, why wait until now?"
Zhang Yang turned around with a smile, took a glass of water from the water dispenser and handed it over, then walked to the door and turned on the light, and the room immediately lit up.
"Impossible, how did your skill improve so quickly in such a short period of time?"
After hearing his words, Ling Binger knew that it would be easy for him to kill her, not to mention that she was still in a coma just now.
Thinking of this, he calmed down, stopped struggling, pondered for a while and asked.
"A good man doesn't fight with women. Last time we were in the villa, I let you go on purpose."
Zhang Yang didn't want to admit that his skills were not as good as hers in the villa, and he always felt that he couldn't afford to embarrass this person...
What's more, judging from this girl's appearance, she is also very curious. She will not be able to explain clearly for a while, so she lies shamelessly.
"You are so thick-skinned. If you can't beat me, just say you can't beat me."
Ling Bing'er rolled her eyes at him and continued disdainfully: "If a girl hadn't come to save you, I would have killed you long ago."
She has lived in seclusion in the mountains with her master since she was a child, and has only recently begun to come out. It is no exaggeration to describe her as being inexperienced in the world.
Even when he was caught by Zhang Yang, he spoke without politeness, which is not difficult to understand.
Of course, the more important thing is that she saw that Zhang Yang had no intention of killing her. Otherwise, he would have done it long ago. Why bother talking to her so much?
"That's my junior sister, how can she be better than me in martial arts?" Her words made the cheeky Zhang Yang blush and asked.
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"Anyway, I've been caught by you. You can kill or chop me into pieces as you please." Ling Bing'er didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and her words had a strong quack tone. She picked up the water glass and took a sip.
"I just started to kill and chop him, why do I have to wait until now?"
"What do you want?" Ling Bing'er asked doubtfully.
"I want to save you."
"Save me?" Ling Binger's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief.
She tried to kill him several times, but instead of taking revenge when he caught her, he said he wanted to save her, which surprised her.
"Well, I reminded you last time that your master must have advanced so quickly after eating your fellow apprentices."
Zhang Yang paused for a moment, glanced at her, and secretly felt lucky for this girl, and continued: "Your master is seriously injured now, his Yin Qi is scattered, and he is in urgent need of recovery. I think she will definitely not let you go."
He was telling the truth. Judging from how Ling Yuhan aged rapidly last time, she was seriously injured.
The reason why he hasn't eaten the little beauty in front of him yet is probably because he is not sure that he can kill his apprentice easily, otherwise he should have done it long ago.
Of course, this was his own consideration, or Ling Yuhan had other plans for keeping her, which is unknown.
"Nonsense, your skill has improved so quickly, how many fellow disciples have you eaten?"
Ling Binger was so excited that she angrily grabbed the paper cup on the table and threw it over.
"Hey, apart from my master and uncle, I am the only disciple in my sect. Those two old guys are rough-skinned and thick-flesh. They look disgusting. If they were white and tender, I would have cooked them and eaten them.
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Zhang Yang was not angry. He ducked sideways and continued with a wicked smile: "You came out to seek revenge on me this time. Does your master know?"
"I don't know. I heard her chatting with her and I knew she was injured by you."
"Who are you chatting with?" Zhang Yang asked anxiously.
"Following a man in black, I don't know who he is."
Ling Bing'er's blank expression told Zhang Yang that she was definitely not lying.
And the man in black she was talking about must be the Japanese ninja who rescued Ling Yinhan. He was dressed in black and masked, so she didn't know who it was.
"I think your master is not at ease with you, or maybe you are her only way to quickly recover, so she will always follow you." Zhang Yang lowered his voice and said mysteriously.
"Nonsense, since she is following me, why doesn't she come out to save me?"
After asking this question, Ling Bing'er also felt that the question was silly. The master was seriously injured. Even if he followed, how could he be Zhang Yang's opponent? (To be continued)