Chapter 165 Farewell to that big brother (11)

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date="2020-11-14"

title="Chapter 165 Farewell to that big brother (11)"

weight="105786"

series = ["I Really Am a Slag Shou!"]

mode = "manual"

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Back in the room, Chi Zhao sat on the bed silently, lay down for a while, and got up again for a while.

He was thinking about how to pretend to be sick to look the most real.

Pretending to have a headache? No, if you use too much force, it is easy to groan without illness; pretend to have a fever? A cultivator basically doesn't have a fever, and this is a bit difficult for him. He can't adjust his body temperature autonomously, so it's hard to fake it.

After thinking about going there for a long time, Chi Zhao stopped rubbing his teacup hand.

No matter how you pretend, it's all fake. After being seen through, he will die miserably, but if he is really sick, he will not be seen through.

Looking at the spirit sword he hung on the wall, Chi Zhao knew what he should do.

Chi Zhao clutched his arm and yelled non-stop, bright red blood flowed from his fingers, and when the spirit sword cut the flesh, he did feel a sharp pain for a moment. But after thinking that as long as he bears this bit of pain, he can force Lin Changfeng out, that bit of pain seemed to disappear. Looking at the bloody arm, Chi Zhao actually showed a calm and strange smile.

The parents of the body, the skin and the feeling, the previous Chi Zhao never hurt himself. Of course, there is a reason for his anxiety, but he really turned him into such a stubborn and paranoid personality. It is still his Yinling root attribute.

In fact, Chi Zhao also discovered that something is wrong with him. But he doesn't want to be patient or self-control. Every day he spends in this world, he has one less time left. He doesn't care about others or himself. In the limited time, he must use all means to get what he wants. Because this is his last chance.

At first, he would pretend to grunt a few times, and later, he sat on the bed blankly, watching the trickle of blood, and then calculating the elapsed time bit by bit in his heart.

Lin Changfeng came very quickly, and he wasn't far away from where he was originally. He left a piece of his own divine sense on Chi Zhao. This divine sense was not enough to allow him to see what was happening around Chi Zhao, but it allowed him to quickly judge the state of Chi Zhao, when he found that Chi Zhao’s breath was unstable. In a moment, he left the elders and ran out.

Falling in the middle of the yard, a faint bloody breath instantly poured into the nasal cavity, Lin Changfeng walked anxiously, his long sleeves shook, and the door was opened by the wind. Chi Zhao turned his head when he heard the movement.

Looking at Lin Changfeng who was full of consternation, Chi Zhao raised his arm and showed him his wounds, "Brother, look, I'm hurt."

Lin Changfeng's pupils tightened, and after seeing the undisguised relaxed smile on Chi Zhao's face, for a moment, he felt that breathing became difficult.

...

It was different from the last time he was injured. The last time he injured Chi was taken by Lin Changfeng's saber. His sabre is a rare artifact in thousands of years. After the stabbing, it is difficult to heal. And this time when Chi Zhao injured himself, he used his ineffective spirit sword. Therefore, he didn’t even need to apply medicinal powder. As long as a small healing technique, the wound on Chi Zhao’s arm disappeared soon. .

Chi Zhao knew this too, so he dared to be so foolish. His purpose was to force Lin Changfeng out, not to kill himself. He was a pity, and he would not commit suicide so easily.

After Lin Changfeng was relieved from the initial shock, his face was completely gloomy. Chi Zhao observed his face, but he was not afraid at all.

If Lin Changfeng didn't react at all, he would have to be scared. He was so angry as he is now, just what Chi Zhao would like to see.

This shows that Lin Changfeng still cares about him, that's why he became so angry after seeing him hurt him.

Although the wound disappeared, the blood that shed could not recover in a short time. After the rapid loss of blood from his body, Chi Zhao's face became pale, but he still looked at Lin Changfeng with a smile, and the forehead that looked at Lin Changfeng. The green veins jumped straight.

The last time he was so angry, it seemed that when he was a young man, he was not mature enough at that time, and his peers deliberately angered him, he would follow the bait and fight with each other. But that was more than six hundred years ago. He has long ceased to be a teenager, and he has long lost his youthful mood.

The long-lost anger filled his heart. He suppressed his thoughts forcefully and fed Chi Zhao a blood-restoring pill. Chi Zhao was obedient at this time. He would eat whatever he gave him. After eating, he would need Raised his face and smiled in favor of him.

But Lin Changfeng did not accept his love.

He looked down at Chi Zhao with a sinking face, "Who taught you to do this."

Similar to parents all over the world, after discovering that his child made a mistake, Lin Changfeng subconsciously wanted to excuse him. They always felt that it might not be the child's fault, or that someone instigated him.

However, Chi Zhao blinked and shook his head: "No one taught me."

Lin Changfeng was choked, and immediately he said angrily: "Parents whose bodies are affected by skin and skin, are you worthy of your parents for doing this!"

No matter what Lin Changfeng said, Chi Zhao was still like that. Lin Changfeng felt that he was going to be pissed off by him. He stared at Chi Zhao for a few seconds, then shut his mouth gloomily and stopped preaching to him.

A touch of disappointment flashed across his face, and the change was clearly captured. Chi Zhao's originally inattentive expression stopped for an instant, and the smile on his mouth faded.

Chi Zhao looked at Lin Changfeng with a calm and indifferent voice, "Brother, why don't you ask, why should I do this?"

Lin Changfeng's gaze fell on a vase placed in the corner of the room. He pursed his lips. After a while, he still did not answer Chi Zhao.

Many things do not need to be stated explicitly, as long as a signal is sent, both parties can tacitly declare. Lin Changfeng thought that his signal was enough, so he took the initiative to leave Chi Zhao's field of vision, creating enough space for him and that guy named Suichen.

He hoped that Chi Zhao could have some good feelings for others, but he didn't want Chi Zhao to really like each other.

This idea is too contradictory and too difficult for others, but that's what Lin Changfeng thinks.

He wanted his junior apprentice to be like other disciples, freshly clothed and furious. He wanted him to like more things instead of being paranoid and decisive, only seeing him in his eyes.

No one understood Lin Changfeng's thoughts, even Lin Changfeng himself.

Can't put it down, can't push away, can't leave it alone, can't stand idly by.

Chi Zhao is very good. If he wants to, a large number of monks with extraordinary strength will find him and fall in love with him, just like Yu Yingchen. He just came to the main peak to convey his master’s words. He stayed on the main peak. The time is less than a stick of incense, and the time to see Chi Zhao is no more than an instant.

But at this moment, Chi Zhao completely walked into his heart, branding his own figure on his heart.

He is so good, if he is really tempted, no one can resist it. Like Lin Changfeng himself, isn't it a living example?

For a year, Lin Changfeng has tried his best to avoid a recurrence of the tragedy, but at this point, he only feels exhausted.

He will not feel happy if things develop according to his plan, and he will still not feel happy if things develop according to his plan. In order to force him to show up, Chi Zhao obscured his wounds. This is definitely not a way that normal people can come up with. Normal people are not so cruel, let alone careless about themselves.

and so……

Before reading the next conclusion, Chi Zhao suddenly stood up. He lifted his face slightly, staring at Lin Changfeng with good eyes.

"Why do not you speak?"

Chi Zhao looked a little aggressive at this time. He endured it for two years and waited patiently for two years, but today, he really can't stand it anymore.

In the past, no matter how insurmountable the gap between them, how tragic and deep hatred, he could quickly fall in love with him and give him a sincere heart. This time, there was nothing between them, they had never seen it before, and he had not harmed him. Why, he cowered and didn't dare to go further?

Chi Zhao really didn't understand. He was not stupid. No matter how well Lin Changfeng hid and lived in the same place for two years, he had vaguely realized that Lin Changfeng cared about him.

Chi Zhao didn’t know whether that caring about whether it turned into a love between lovers, but he was sure that Lin Changfeng had feelings for him. Even if it didn’t reach the level of liking, it shouldn’t be the way it is now. Just leave him here for a month.

He didn't ask him for a whole month, and he never saw him again for a whole month. Does he know how important time is to him now?

"Give me a reason, tell me why you are avoiding me."

The almost icy look on Chi Zhao's face was like a sharp knife, and a small hole was made in Lin Changfeng's heart. It didn't bleed much, but it hurt.

However, after living for so many years, he has long learned how to be happy and angry. There was no change in his expression, he just pursed his lips in silence, and then turned his eyes away, "I didn't hide from you. I am in charge of the sect on behalf of the master. I was already very busy."

A sneer appeared in his ears, and Lin Changfeng stiffened.

He turned his eyes back, and saw Chi Zhao grinning with anger, "So it's like this."

After uttering the last syllable, the smile on Chi Zhao's face disappeared without a trace. His eyes seemed to have ice ball, and his words were full of sharp edges, "Since you are so busy every day, am I the next one? I can’t see you in the moon? It’s okay. Starting today, as long as you don’t come to see me one day, I will draw a sword on myself. Wouldn’t you be healed? After I scratch myself, you will give I perform the surgery. If you don’t come, I won’t find anyone else. Either you come to see me, or you just watch me bleed to death.

This is too ridiculous, especially the last sentence, coming out of his mouth, almost made Lin Changfeng's heart and heart broken. He restrained and restrained, so that Chi Zhao could live for a long time, but what did he say now?

Watching him bleed to death?

The blood on Lin Changfeng's face faded. He took a step forward uncontrollably, his hands clenched into fists, and after a long time, he opened his mouth, his voice dumb and suppressed: "Don't say this to me again. "

Chi Zhao didn't feel good looking at him like this, but what he said was another harsh language, "Okay, I won't say it, you can see with your own eyes if I can do it."