Chapter 141 This group of favors is inappropriate

The witch doctor Wu Su rushed in and slapped the arrogant little bird on the head. He was so angry that he said incoherently: "You bad boy, can you just give the happy bug to others casually?"

Wu Su was still not satisfied, and pointed at Hu Zang who followed in and said, "How can you be a high priest? He is such a small bird, why don't you keep an eye on him?"

The innocent fox who was shot: ...

Hu Zang raised his hand to rub the back of Shen Zhi's head, but as soon as he touched the soft black hair, Que'er dodged with a grin and a look of displeasure on his face.

"Master Witch Doctor, you are really wronging me," Hu Zang naturally withdrew his hand, waving his folding fan with a smile, "How can I care about him?"

"I gave up. He bullied me and he didn't even allow me to retaliate?" Shen Zhi yelled in dissatisfaction.

Wu Su was furious when he heard Shen Zhi's arrogant words. He simply ignored him and checked Qi Chengjing's pulse.

Fortunately, Xiao Que'er didn't know about medicine and gave a small dosage. Qi Chengjing only needed to take a few doses of the medicine and the pain would subside after a few days.

Shen Zhi had never suffered such an injustice before. Not only did he not help himself, but he even sided with the vicious villain Qi Chengjing. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears.

Hu Zang leaned to block Shen Zhi's sight, half-armed Shen Zhi's thin shoulders, looked down at the man gasping for breath on the ground, and chuckled, "Master Witch Doctor, you are making a fuss over nothing. I think Qi Chengjing has a very strong skin and flesh, so it won't be a big deal if he gets a medicine or a beating."

Someone spoke up for him, even if it was a hideous stinky fox, Shen Zhi immediately felt relieved and said quickly, "That's right, that's right."

There was a helpless smile in Hu Zang's eyes. This little bird was used to climbing up the pole.

After Wu Su gave Qi Chengjing a few needles, he laid him on the bed and let him fall into a deep sleep.

"You know shit," Wu Su felt more and more that it was because he was too pampered with Shen Zhi that Shen Zhi dared to use any kind of harmful medicine.

Wu Su said unhappily, "The Joy Bug needs demon blood to work, and Qi Chengjing is a real man. Now he is in excruciating pain. Xiao Que'er, tell me, whose blood did you use?"

Hu Zang's brows tightened when Wu Su said he wanted to use demon blood. Seeing Shen Zhi's evasive eyes, there was nothing he didn't understand.

Hu Zang forcefully pried open Shen Zhi's soft palm, examined it carefully, and finally found pinhole-like marks on the fingertips.

The legend of the Joy Bug is that a human and a demon were in love, but in the end the fickle human betrayed the demon. So the demon used her own blood to lure the bug, and gave it to the person she once loved. From then on, every time the human was happy, he would suffer, and he would never be happy for the rest of his life.

Although the efficacy of the medicine has been weakened now, it still needs to be guided by demon blood. If you want long-term control, you need to feed it demon blood every once in a while. In the end, if there is no blood, the joy worm will control the host to go crazy and attack the demon whose blood it has fed.

This is a poison that harms others without benefiting yourself.

"In order to deal with him, you are willing to be cruel to yourself." Hu Zang knew that this bird would cry out when it was cold and cry out when it was warm, and would not tolerate any grievance.

Now he even used his own fingertips' blood, which shows how furious he is.

Hu Zang pinched Shen Zhi's fingertips with a headache, wondering how a palm-sized bird could hold such a grudge.

"Do you want to lock yourself up, or wait for me to report to the Lord and let him punish you?" Hu Zang gave Shen Zhi two choices.

Shen Zhi immediately turned hostile and said, "What right do you have to accuse me, you stinky vixen? What qualifications do you have to put me in solitary confinement? You are of low-class blood and ugly, and His Majesty will not listen to you!"

The ugly Hu Zang, who was of low bloodline, banned Shen Zhi from speaking and said in a gentle voice, "Your Majesty, he still has some use for me. I will hand him over to you when he is well. You can do whatever you want with him. But now, you are not allowed to get close to him. Otherwise, if you ruin your plan, no one can protect you."

Shen Zhi was speechless and tears welled up in anger. He kicked Hu Zang angrily and left angrily.

Hu Zang brushed off the dust on his robe and pinched his forehead. He really didn't know how he was going to coax Que'er back after making her so angry.

But if Shen Zhi is allowed to do whatever he wants, there is no telling what he will do next time after using his own blood. Someone has to keep an eye on him to prevent him from becoming more and more spoiled.

Wu Su was one of the people who knew the inside story back then. Although Shen Zhi's way of venting his anger was a bit excessive, it didn't matter. After all, he thought Hu Zang was too harsh.

"The high priest can punish anyone he wants, he is so powerful." It was him who asked Hu Zang to look at Shen Zhi just now, and now he is also the one who is unhappy about Shen Zhi being punished.

Hu Zang put away his folding fan and looked more serious. "I am ordered by His Majesty to go to Qiongying Island to get a card. I am afraid I cannot take care of him during this period of time when I am not in Mingyu Palace. He has no one to supervise him, and with Qi Chengjing as a sitting duck, who knows what will happen. It is better to just lock him up and save yourself the trouble."

Wu Su's white beard kept shaking, and after thinking about it, he felt that what Hu Zang said made some sense.

Although Shen Zhi is young, he is able to sit in the position of Left Protector. His spiritual power is indeed top-notch in Mingyu Palace. Hu Zang can barely contend with him. If Hu Zang leaves Mingyu Palace recently, no one will dare to control that bird that does whatever it wants.

As for Your Majesty, he never cared about these trivial matters. As long as the Mingyu Palace was not demolished, he would not even ask.

Wu Su spoke after careful consideration: "It's not without reason that the Left Protector hates Qi Chengjing. Think about Qi Chengjing during the Immortal Demon Competition..."

"I heard something," Hu Zang interrupted Wu Su calmly and did not let him continue.

Wu Su originally thought that Shen Zhi had been acting too much recently, and planned to defend him in front of Hu Zang, so as not to make the high priest who was favored by His Majesty jealous.

I never thought that Hu Zang, who had only been in Mingyu Palace for a few decades, also knew about this.

"I'm afraid the Left Protector has gone to complain to His Majesty," Wu Su glanced at the calm Hu Zang with suspicion and reminded him.

The fox was not surprised at all by this, but he was surprised that the bird did not complain.

"I'm afraid Your Excellency has the same intention this time," Hu Zang's ambiguous words let Wu Su know the result of Shen Zhi's visit to Your Excellency.

Wu Su sighed and shook his head: "He has shallow tear sockets. If you two make him touch the nail, I'm afraid he will cry."

Thinking of the scene of the bird crying under his wings, Hu Zang couldn't help but curl up his lips, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes. He comforted it halfheartedly: "It's not a newborn baby, how can it cry just because it wants to."

Hu Zang blinked and added jokingly, "At least I can endure it for a few days."

Wu Su suddenly got angry when he saw Hu Zang's calm look. He knew Shen Zhi's temper very well. It turned out that he was the only one who was coaxing him while the other black-hearted wolves would not stop until they made him cry.

"If you have nothing to do, go and do your mission quickly and don't get in the way here," Wu Su waved his hand to drive him away.

Hu Zang did not want to stay any longer, so he pretended to bow before leaving.

As soon as Hu Zang opened the door, a medicine boy, shrouded in smoke, rushed in and shouted, "Master Witch Doctor, something bad has happened. The Left Protector has burned your medicine garden."

It turned out that Shen Zhi, who was imprisoned, had no place to vent his anger, so he set his eyes on the Wusu Treasure Medicine Garden. Without thinking, he spit out the Phoenix True Fire and burned him to death.

Wu Su rushed out immediately, and seeing that the medicine garden was really burned to black, he slapped his thigh in pain, and cried out to the heavens, "You evil little bastard, how could you do such a bad thing!"

Of course, the scolded "little bastard" had already run back to his mansion, lying on a tall branch of the paulownia tree, grabbing its leaves.

He is young but has great magical powers, and he walks sideways in the Mingyu Palace.

Although he was put under house arrest, Shen Zhi had only been quiet for a few days. After Hu Zang left, he went to Qi Chengjing's residence at night and tortured him without any scruples.

Shen Zhi found a random tree outside Qi Chengjing's house and lay down under it. However, the tree was not a phoenix tree. Shen Zhi felt uncomfortable and there were many insects on the tree. After a while, he lost his patience.

"Why hasn't Qi Chengjing called out yet?" Shen Zhi muttered in confusion as he looked at Qi Chengjing's dark room from outside.

Shen Zhi caught dozens of poisonous snakes and put them into Qi Chengjing's room. Qi Chengjing should have discovered it by now, but for some reason there was no movement at all.

Could it be that Qi Chengjing is not afraid of snakes?

While Shen Zhi was thinking, a hurried shout was finally heard from Qi Chengjing's quiet room.

Shen Zhi's eyes lit up, and he ran to Qi Chengjing's room with great interest, without any suspicion that the shouting just now was insincere, as if it was deliberately meant to lure him in.

Shen Zhi pushed the door open excitedly and said in a disdainful voice: "Qi Chengjing, you are really not a man. You are so scared of a small snake..."

Shen Zhi's sarcastic words got stuck in his throat before he could finish them.

Qi Chengjing was wearing a white undershirt that hung loosely on his strong and muscular body. The well-defined muscle lines were faintly visible through the collar.

Qi Chengjing stood up and calmly lit the candle, and in an instant the room was brightly lit.

When Shen Zhi's vision cleared, he saw a long string of snakes tied together by Qi Chengjing twisting and struggling on the ground. Shen Zhi, feeling disgusted, touched the goose bumps on his arm and took a few steps back.

"You're such a pervert," Shen Zhi retracted his feet in disgust, trying hard not to be touched by the snakes coiled on the ground.

Qi Chengjing ignored Shen Zhi's unreasonable accusations and asked calmly, "If I hadn't discovered it tonight, would I have been eaten by these snakes until not even a bone was left?"

Shen Zhi said indifferently: "Of course, you who betrayed your master and ancestors deserve to die in this way."

Qi Chengjing raised his eyes and saw Shen Zhi's bright and pretty face full of malice, and his heart sank.

Qi Chengjing lived in a society ruled by law before he traveled through the book, but because of the special nature of his work, he often met people like Shen Zhi who did not take human life seriously.

Most of them are terrorists walking on the line between life and death, taking pleasure in killing and torturing, being cold-blooded, cruel and devoid of humanity.

Qi Chengjing hated it very much.

After traveling through the book, Qi Chengjing entered the world of immortal cultivation. The demons here were all like this, especially the handsome young man, who was vicious and innocent to the point of cruelty.

These days, Shen Zhi put colorful poisonous spiders in his food, and he would be attacked by mad beasts when walking. He was often injured and had no herbal medicine to treat him because the medicine boy told him that Shen Zhi had burned all the herbs in the medicine garden.

Qi Chengjing was also angry at Shen Zhi's repeated harassment, but he did not take any action because of Shen Zhi's identity as the Left Protector.

I might as well teach him a lesson today. Qi Chengjing didn't know how to use his spiritual power originally, but thanks to Shen Zhi, his spiritual power exploded at the critical moment of life and death, and now he can use it skillfully.

Qi Chengjing summoned his natal sword, Rongyan, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Shen Zhi. "I've had enough of these despicable tactics in recent days. Why not have a fair fight?"

Qi Chengjing paused, "Or is it that the Left Protector doesn't have the courage?"

Qi Chengjing's facial features were deep and sharp, and he had a thin and gaunt appearance to begin with. With the white spots on the lower part of his eyes, he looked a bit world-weary, and he spoke with a frown on his face, which inexplicably made Shen Zhi feel looked down upon.

Unwarranted anger rose in my heart. Who was I looking down on? What was wrong with a fight? Couldn't I beat a villain like Qi Chengjing? !

Shen Zhi pulled out the whip from his waist and shouted, "I'll beat you, but if you're beaten to death by this whip, don't cry out in pain."

Qi Chengjing's eyes sharpened, and he walked into the courtyard with Shen Zhi. He was not the original owner, and he didn't even understand many of the skills.

Qi Chengjing didn't want to fight Shen Zhiyi to the death, he just wanted to teach him a lesson so that this little devil wouldn't bother him again. He just wanted to stay alive and wait to find the ancient artifact that could reverse time and space in the original book and then leave here.

When Shen Zhiling whipped over, Qi Chengjing took the blow head-on. Long, fiery whip marks ran across his chest, bringing a burning pain.

Shen Zhi couldn't hide his smug look at all, and was even more frightened by the fierce whip wind that was approaching him quickly.

Qi Chengjing managed to dodge, but was still hit by the whip tail at the corner of his eye. Fresh blood dripped down like the brightest rouge, and a strange beauty appeared in his three white eyes that were as dark as ink and sinister.

It was as if soft and graceful branches of flowers were surrounding the white bones, strange and dreamy.

Qi Chengjing did not attack Shen Zhi either, but just kept dodging.

Shen Zhi was impatient and felt that Qi Chengjing was teasing him like a cat playing with a mouse, so he became more and more ruthless. In a moment, Qi Chengjing had several more whip marks on his body.

"Be a real man, Qi Chengjing, if you have the guts, don't hide!" Shen Zhi's patience ran out and he yelled in dissatisfaction.

Qi Chengjing concentrated on dodging and ignored the angry Shen Zhi. Finally, after Qi Chengjing placed the last spirit stone, he stood facing Shen Zhi.

Under Shen Zhi's confused gaze, Qi Chengjing practiced his internal energy and cast a spell. A simple earth-binding formation emerged from thin air and locked up the whip-wielding Shen Zhi, making him unable to move.

Shen Zhi was shocked to be trapped, and quickly recited a spell silently. After many attempts, he still could not be freed, so he cursed: "Qi Chengjing, you sinister villain, if you have the guts, let me go, why do you use such despicable means!"

What Shen Zhi said was unreasonable. He just wanted to torment Qi Chengjing, but he would not be happy if Qi Chengjing used some tricks against him in return.

Qi Chengjing was indifferent to Shen Zhi's scolding. He raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his fingertips, and said coldly: "I hope Lord Left Protector will stay in this trapped situation for a while longer, so that I can get some peace."

Qi Chengjing didn't care how angry Shen Zhi was and turned away.

"Qi Chengjing, let me go! I will never let you go. I will strip you naked and throw you into the cold pool!" Shen Zhi yelled at Qi Chengjing's back.

Qi Chengjing bit his fingertips and smeared a drop of blood on the Molten Flame Sword. He muttered a few words, and a stream of water dragon poured out from the Molten Flame Sword and fell straight on Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi was stunned for a moment by the flood, and all his feathers were wet.

By the time he looked for the culprit, he had disappeared.

"Qi Chengjing!!!"

A heart-wrenching roar came from outside the house. Qi Chengjing took out medicine from his storage bag and applied it on himself with drooping eyelids.

Qi Chengjing was idly flipping through the tattered formation book in his hand, his eyes fixed on the diagram of the ground-binding formation, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Before he could find any loopholes, the earth-binding formation that should have lasted for several hours was broken free by Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi, with his body soaked and scarred from the violent battle, tied up Qi Chengjing with a feather whip, flew him to his residence, and hung him on a paulownia tree.

Qi Chengjing, who was tied up like a dried corpse, was dangling on the branches of the phoenix tree and watched Shen Zhi go into the house to change clothes. Now he knew where the loopholes in the ground-binding formation were, but it was too late.

"Son, how did you provoke him?" An old voice suddenly came from beside Qi Chengjing.

Qi Chengjing looked around and saw no one around. He glanced at the thick and strong sycamore tree and asked tentatively, "Can you speak?"

Old Wutong smiled kindly: "You will be able to tell when you are old."

Qi Chengjing did not comment.

The old sycamore seldom saw anyone other than Shen Zhi. It thought Qi Chengjing was Shen Zhi's friend and they just had a conflict. It couldn't help but persuade him like an old man in the world: "He is still young and acts impulsively. Don't bother with him."

Qi Chengjing, who was hanging on the tree, was not in a good mood either. He asked unhappily, "He's still young?"

Old Wutong said affirmatively: "He is only three hundred years old, not even an adult yet."

Qi Chengjing blurted out: "Three hundred years old?! I'm only twenty..."

Qi Chengjing swallowed the rest of his words because he suddenly remembered that the original owner was almost six hundred years old.

Three hundred years old is indeed still a baby.