Chapter 140 This group of favors is inappropriate

Shen Zhi's pretty face was full of anger, which made that arrogant little face even more charming.

Hu Zang's nose barely avoided the whip tail swung by Shen Zhi, and he exhaled with a lingering fear, and quickly changed his words: "I was wrong, I won't scream again, okay."

Seeing that the man had calmed down a bit, Hu Zang licked his face and wandered to Shen Zhi's side, "He has just been promoted to the right guardian. If you hit him now, you will be hitting the face of Lord Mo Zun. You can teach him a lesson when he returns."

Shen Zhiman reluctantly put away the whip, walked away from Hu Zang's rosy fox face with disgust, walked to the unconscious Qi Chengjing, and kicked the half-dead man on the ground with his toes.

Seeing that Qi Chengjing really didn't move, Shen Zhi gathered strength with his feet, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he raised his foot to kick Qi Chengjing in the chest.

"Hey, hey, little bird," Hu Zang saw Shen Zhi was about to use ruthless force, so he quickly grabbed his waist and picked him up, stopping him. "His spiritual power is low, and he was hit by Mo Li's fight with the Lord just now. You're going to kick him to death with this kick."

Shen Zhi was small, so he was picked up by the tall fox and held in his arms.

"Let me go, you damn fox!" Shen Zhi pounced on Hu Zang's arm, "I must beat him up today!"

Shen Zhi was still angry, and Hu Zang really didn't dare to let Shen Zhi do whatever he wanted.

Shen Zhi beat and scolded as he pleased, and he couldn't help wondering what his Majesty was planning by leaving behind the disciple of the world's number one immortal master.

Hu Zang must not let Shen Zhisa get away with this.

"Baby, baby," Hu Zang held Shen Zhi's waist tightly and said kindly, "Baby, listen to me, wait until the witch doctor heals him, and then you can beat him as much as you want."

Shen Zhi was unable to get away from Hu Zang, and was so angry that he gathered his spiritual power and slapped Hu Zang on the chest, cursing: "You sissy, you dead fox, if I hear you call me like that again, I'll kill you!"

Hu Zang's heart was shaken and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He raised his hand to beg for mercy, "No, no, no, Master Zuo Protector, I was wrong. Please forgive me for this last time, okay? Please hurry back to Mingyu Palace. Master Mo Zun is still waiting for you."

Shen Zhi glared at Hu Zang, untied Qi Chengjing's arm in dissatisfaction, and left angrily.

When Hu Zang saw Shen Zhi leaving, he wiped the blood from his lips resignedly.

Who looks more like a woman? Hu Zang thought of Shen Zhi, who was so beautiful that it was beyond words, and shook his head helplessly.

As expected of a Phoenix descendant, he has such a bad temper.

Hu Zang squatted down and sniffed Qi Chengjing's breath, and found that he was still alive.

Hu Zang stretched out his hand and rudely pushed Qi Chengjing's head away, revealing the horrifying scars on Qi Chengjing's body. Hu Zang took them in carefully, narrowed his eyes slightly, and thought to himself what a pity, what a pity that such a good body of skin was ruined like this.

"You suffered this unexpected misfortune today because of me. I'll help you this time," Hu Zang said to himself as he installed the arm that Shen Zhi had just removed on Qi Chengjing.

Hu Zang watched from afar the fierce fight between Ye Qing and Mo Li, especially the high and mighty Immortal Lord, whose every move was extremely cold and sharp, as if this sword could decide life or death.

Hu Zang glanced at Mo Li's ruthless and loveless eyes and suddenly raised an intriguing smile. The top-grade artifact, the Drinking Ice Sword, did have the ability to decide life and death.

As Immortal Master Mo Li delivered his final killing move, the area in front of Ye Qing instantly froze. Sharp ice spikes rushed towards Ye Qing's face, leaving bloody marks on his face.

Ye Qing's eyes were filled with blood-red mist, and he licked the blood that fell from his lips, "Mo Li, I won't play tricks on you anymore. I hope you'll still be alive when Qiong Ying Island opens next time."

Ye Qing gathered a ball of black mist and rushed towards Mo Li. Mo Li dodged to the side. Ye Qing suddenly grinned with ill intent.

Mo Li was secretly shocked. A layer of black air lingered around the snow-white Ice Drinking Sword. Before Mo Li could clear it away, he felt a sharp pain in his fingertips, followed by a sharp pain in his heart. Dark red blood slowly flowed from his lips.

Ye Qing laughed loudly. He set up this trap with blood as bait just to lure Mo Li into the trap.

Today it seems that his efforts were not in vain.

Ye Qing didn't want to stay any longer, so he waved his sleeves and shouted, "Let's go!"

The demon soldiers and generals disappeared cleanly in an instant.

Hu Zang narrowed his eyes and looked at the ice-cold immortal, who was now injured and half-knelt on the ground, supporting himself with his sword, with a frown on his brows that added a touch of fragility, and a kind of beauty of a strong man who had been damaged in battle.

"High Priest, what should we do with this person?" A demon soldier knelt down and asked Hu Zang respectfully.

Hu Zang narrowed his eyes, glanced at the unconscious Qi Chengjing on the ground, and said casually: "Take him back and hand him over to the witch doctor."

"Yes," the demon soldier who received the order walked towards Qi Chengjing.

"Don't let the left protector see it," Hu Zang tilted his head to see the demon soldier's movements, and added nonchalantly, "lest he sees it and gets upset."

The demon soldier said respectfully: "I understand."

Hu Zang thought of the beautiful little bird and pinched his eyebrows with a headache.

He is so angry that he still remembers it after all these years.

After Hu Zang returned, he unexpectedly met Shen Zhi in Ye Qing Palace. This difficult little bird was complaining as usual.

First, the food cooked by the magic chef cultivated by the pig demon became more and more unpalatable and not to his liking. Then, he didn't like the flowers and plants that the magic gardener had been tending to recently, which were so fierce that they bared their fangs and claws. Then, the witch doctor always made bitter medicines that made him feel uncomfortable when he smelled them.

As expected, it was his turn in the end.

"That stinky vixen stopped me from teaching Qi Chengjing," Shen Zhi kept nagging, "He looks effeminate and vixen-like, not only does he have a low bloodline, but his spiritual power is also low, and he can't even beat me. What right does he have to boss me around? ! ! I don't agree with him being the high priest! Replace him!"

The more Shen Zhi spoke, the angrier he became, and finally he started yelling in front of the Demon Lord.

Ye Qing, sitting on the high seat, closed his eyes, his rough facial features hidden in the darkness, a thick black aura hovered around him, and a hint of annoyance flashed between his brows.

Hu Zang's cognition is refreshed every day by this ignorant little bird. How can he have the courage to shout at the Demon Lord? Doesn't he see that the Demon Lord is already impatient?

I guess this little bird wouldn't care even if it knew. Thinking of this, Hu Zang's eyes showed a doting that he himself couldn't even notice. After all, this little bird only cared about its own comfort and didn't care about other people's expressions.

"Hearing what Lord Left Protector said, I am really heartbroken," Hu Zang sighed and stepped forward, cleverly diluting some of the malice in Shen Zhi's words, making Shen Zhi's willful words sound like a child's grumbling to Ye Qing.

After all, Shen Zhi's words could be regarded as directing Ye Qing's orders. If you think about it, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was an act of usurpation.

Hu Zang also didn't want the bird to anger Ye Qing and turn into a dead thing.

Shen Zhi's mind was so straight that he couldn't understand why Hu Zang was helping him. Instead, when he saw Hu Zang walking towards him with a folding fan and a smile on his face, he showed a look of disgust and deliberately stayed away from him.

Hu Zang was not annoyed, and leisurely defended the people who complained to Shen Zhi one by one, "Master Zuo Hufa, you drink sweet spring water and eat bamboo rice every day, so what does it matter what the chef Zhu does? And the flowers and plants planted in the magic garden for you have been replaced at will, and none of them have lived for five years. The witch doctor is the most wronged. You don't like the medicine he made for you, so you say that he secretly poisoned you. He was so angry that his beard fell off."

After Hu Zang finished speaking, a barely perceptible shame flashed across Shen Zhi's face very quickly, and before anyone could take a closer look, it turned into righteousness.

"So what? They didn't do a good job and I was not allowed to say anything?!" Shen Zhi passed the blame to others without any guilt.

Hu Zang chuckled softly, feeling helpless.

Que'er was a sharp-tongued person, and I actually expected him to say a few soft words to me. I was really foolish.

"So what do you want?" Ye Qing's domineering voice rang out from above and reached the ears of Shen Zhi and Hu Zang.

Hu Zang restrained his expression, lowered his brows and nodded, waiting for Ye Qing to give orders.

Shen Zhi had no such self-awareness at all, and said without hesitation: "Let Qi Chengjing do it. I don't think he is worthy of being the right protector. It's good enough for him to be a cook and a planter."

Hu Zang figured out that Shen Zhi was not looking for trouble, he just wanted to torment Qi Chengjing.

Hu Zang did not move. Today, even the Lord of Heaven could not save Shen Zhi who was jumping on Ye Qing's head. The Demon Lord's tone was already slightly unhappy.

Sure enough, Ye Qing knocked Shen Zhi out with a gust of his sleeve without even blinking.

"Get out and go to the discipline office to receive ten lashes." After Xiu Feng rolled Shen Zhi out of the door, Ye Qing slowly opened his eyes. His pupils were as black as ink and seemed to hide endless darkness and mystery.

Hu Zang became more cautious, "Your Majesty, Mo Li's body has been trapped in the witch doctor's Heart-Eating Dragon. If he wants to survive, he must enter Qiongying Island to find the Soul-Melting Fruit."

This is exactly what Ye Qing wants to see.

At that time, he will also send people into Qiongying Island. In addition to completely killing Mo Li, he wants to use Mo Li's blood to get the ancient artifact of Qiongying Island.

As for the candidate, Mo Li's good disciple who betrayed the sect is the best choice.

"Cure Qi Chengjing, he will be useful." Ye Qing only said this, but Hu Zang understood what he meant.

Hu Zang hesitated to speak: "The left guardian..."

Hu Zang clearly felt that there was a moment of silence above him.

At this moment, Hu Zang suddenly felt a sense of sympathy, and strangely, he felt that no matter who encountered that difficult bird, they would have a headache.

"Keep an eye on him."

Hu Zang did not think he had the ability to do this, so he said tactfully, "Your Majesty, I think the Left Protector is free and unfettered, and does not like to be supervised by others."

Ye Qing waved his hand, as if to compromise: "When Qi Chengjing is safe and sound, send him to Shen Zhi, and let him come back after he has vented his anger."

Hu Zang bowed and responded before turning around and leaving.

When Hu Zang went to the admonition place, Shen Zhi, who had been beaten with ten whips, had disappeared without a trace.

Hu Zang looked around at the various torture instruments on the wall and asked casually, "What were they used to beat him with?"

The demon soldier didn't know whether Hu Zang was acting on a whim or for some other reason, so he didn't dare to answer casually.

This high priest has been in the Mingyu Palace for less than fifty years and he has become the confidant of the Demon Lord. His intelligence and ability are evident.

Even though the Demon Lord is young and strong, no one can predict what accidents might happen, so there are many demons in the Mingyu Palace who secretly stand on the side, among which the largest number are led by the left protector and the high priest whose depth is hard to tell.

"What? Am I not worthy of knowing?" Hu Zang's words were neither light nor heavy and carried a faint smile, but they invisibly put pressure on the demon soldier to the point of suffocating him.

The demon soldier's forehead was covered with sweat, and he stammered, "No... No, it was the whip of the Left Protector himself."

Hu Zang put away his aura, patted the demon soldier on the shoulder in a friendly manner, and asked, "Besides me, who else knows about this?"

The demon soldier's shoulders shook subconsciously, and he swallowed his saliva, and then he spoke with a dry throat: "Maybe Your Majesty also acquiesced."

Hu Zang smiled in surprise when he heard this.

If Shen Zhi were to use his life-definition whip to punish the little bird, he probably wouldn't even be able to make the feathers of this little bird fly away.

Ye Qing really loves him. He said it was a warning, but he probably meant to let him disappear for a few days so that he could have some peace and quiet.

After all, no matter how arrogant and willful you are, you still have to pretend to be seriously ill in bed for a few days.

When Hu Zang thought about this, he also knew where Shen Zhi was now.

Well, I'll go later, so that Shen Zhi won't get angry and get himself into trouble.

As expected, Shen Zhi is now where Qi Chengjing is in a coma.

As soon as Shen Zhi entered the witch doctor's office, he heard a faint old man's voice: "Xiao Que'er, what medicine did you give me this time?"

Shen Zhiran didn't care and said, "You won't die anyway."

There was no sound after that. Shen Zhi walked into the room arrogantly and saw Qi Chengjing, whose face was pale, lying on the bed.

Shen Zhi raised his lips viciously, drew out a cold knife and walked over.

Qi Chengjing was dodging mammoths in his dream, but somehow, his body was so weak from years of living in the rainforest that he couldn't even lift his legs, until the mammoth's fangs, which were glowing with cold light, stabbed at him.

Qi Chengjing escaped from the nightmare and suddenly opened his eyes.

It was not a nightmare. Just above Li Qi Chengjing's eyes was hanging the tip of a terrifying knife, as if it could pierce his eyes in the next second, causing hot blood to burst out.

Qi Chengjing regained his senses and slowly turned his eyes to look at the handsome young man holding a sharp knife next to him.

It was the one who fainted and rushed forward to whip him.

Qi Chengjing had just entered this body and had no idea how he had offended him.

Shen Zhi made a disdainful "tsk" sound. Seeing that Qi Chengjing was not frightened and still looked calm and composed, he felt quite bored.

"Aren't you afraid that I will gouge out your eyes?" Shen Zhi moved closer curiously, trying to find the fear he wanted to see on Qi Chengjing's face.

Qi Chengjing wanted to pull his lips, but the injury was too severe and he couldn't make any unnecessary expression.

Most of the people in the Demon Realm are cold-blooded and rebellious. They act recklessly and do not take human life seriously. This is the setting of the novel that Qi Chengjing recalled that he traveled into.

Qi Chengjingsi had no doubt that the handsome boy in front of her could do such a thing, because from the beginning this man had harbored great hostility towards her.

Qi Chengjing was used to the storms and waves, so he imitated the tone of the people here and said calmly: "I don't know when I offended you, sir. Can you tell me something?"

Shen Zhi stared at him and asked in a strange voice: "You don't know?"

Qi Chengjing's heart tensed up. He had forgotten that this was the world of immortals and pretending to have amnesia would lead to suspicion and capture.

Anyone who seizes it will be strangled.

Qi Chengjing certainly wanted to return to the real world, but he would not die so easily before he figured out how to go back.

"Should I know?" Qi Chengjing tried to pretend to have the temper of his original self. "Apart from my master and cultivation, I have no interest in anything else."

The original owner, Qi Chengjing, was a man obsessed with the immortal Venerable Mo Li.

As soon as these words were spoken, the wariness in Shen Zhi's eyes disappeared, and was replaced by naked anger.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Qi Chengjing suddenly felt that the anger of this handsome young man had materialized. A raging flame rose behind him, and the pure golden light was dazzling and beautiful.

For a moment, Qi Chengjing really felt that the young boy was furious.

Qi Chengjing wanted to laugh at an inappropriate time.

"Qi Chengjing, I'm going to kill you!!!" Shen Zhi shouted angrily. He practiced day and night in order to defeat Qi Chengjing, but this damn thing actually forgot about it.

Qi Chengjing was stunned for a moment, and seeing Shen Zhi furious with his cheeks puffed up like an angry little bird, he really couldn't help laughing out loud.

Shen Zhi became even angrier when he saw him laughing, and slapped the air with his palm, but Qi Chengjing dodged it.

Before Qi Chengjing could wake up, the burning pain in his veins swept through his entire body. His blood vessels spasmed and contracted in pain, and the bones in his body seemed to be crushed and reassembled.

Qi Chengjing held his breath and gritted his teeth to suppress the agreement that was coming from his bones, his eyes almost bleeding.

In his hazy vision, Qi Chengjing saw the arrogant young man crossing his arms arrogantly, his bright red lips uttering vicious words: "Qi Chengjing, this is called a happy bug. It will be happy when you are happy. When it is happy, it will dance in your veins and make you feel miserable."

Shen Zhi felt satisfied as he angrily kicked Qi Chengjing, who had fallen off the bed and curled up like a shrimp in pain, with his toes.

Qi Chengjing lay on the ground, gasping for breath. He looked at the smug Shen Zhi with difficulty, and felt a chill in his heart.

Qi Chengjing covered his chest tightly, and the bugs of joy rushed into his heart and bit him, making Qi Chengjing wish he could pull his heart out and tear it into pieces.

Qi Chengjing closed his eyes. He heard a voice different from that of a young man, a voice like an elder's scolding: "Shen Zhi!"

Shen Zhi and Qi Chengjing savored these two words carefully on their tongues, trying hard to recall the plot of the original book.

Shen Zhi, Shen Zhi, Shen Zhi...

Qi Chengjing bit his tongue hard, holding a mouthful of blood to clear his mind from the severe pain.

He remembered that Shen Zhi was the left protector of Demon Lord Ye Qing and also his lover!