Chapter 142 This group of favors is inappropriate

The hard-of-hearing old Wutong didn't hear what Qi Chengjing said clearly, so he asked in a long voice, "What did you say?"

Qi Chengjing moved his engorged wrists, and the whip became more and more flexible, shrinking tighter and tighter. Qi Chengjing was tied up so tightly that his skin felt stinging all over.

"Nothing, I just said that I'm only twenty years away from 600 years old." Qi Chengjing's clothes turned into rags. The wind from the demon world was so strong that it made Qi Chengjing feel cold.

Old Wutong said "Oh" and said gently: "You are also a young boy."

Old Wutong watched Shen Zhi grow up, and he was very concerned about this phoenix cub. When he saw people of Shen Zhi's age, he couldn't help but say, "You should play more with my little phoenix. He really likes to play with people, but there's nothing fun in this demon world."

Little phoenix? It turns out that the little devil is actually a phoenix.

Qi Chengjing was silent for a moment, then said to the old man with a thick filter, "No, I'm afraid of being played to death."

The dark blue veins on Qi Chengjing's neck swelled and twisted, the whip was getting tighter and tighter, even breathing became strenuous.

What a joke. Who would play with a little devil? Do you think he doesn't die fast enough?

"How could that be?" Old Wutong, whose filter for Shen Zhi was more than a hundred meters thick, defended him by saying, "He is just a little naughty and likes to scare people, but he won't kill anyone."

If Qi Chengjing had not survived Shen Zhi's hands with great difficulty these days, he would have almost believed it.

Not to mention that Shen Zhi whipped him hard in the face when he came through, even if there were poisonous creatures and ferocious beasts everywhere now, he could be sure that Shen Zhi had no intention of letting him live well.

The dozens of colorful snakes just now were the most poisonous of the worst. His house was almost becoming a snake den.

"That may not be the case," Qi Chengjing said unhappily as he recalled his experience.

Old Wutong still thought that Qi Chengjing had misunderstood Shen Zhi, and asked cheerfully, "Are you dead?"

Currently, the "Qi Chengjing" is alive: ...

If they had to talk like this today, Qi Chengjing would have nothing to say.

It was rare for Old Wutong to see someone make Shen Zhi so angry. The last time he saw him was during the Fairy and Demon Competition. He heard that there was a shameless kid named Qi Chengjing who deliberately humiliated Little Phoenix.

The little phoenix was so angry that he didn't go back to the demon world for half a year. After he came back, he directly burned the Mingyu Palace with the Phoenix True Fire. At that time, there was no Hu Zang to mediate. The Lord directly locked him up for half a year. It can be seen that he was very angry.

The old sycamore tree is old now and can’t remember many things, but the part about the little phoenix is ​​still engraved in its trunk and is remembered firmly by it.

"What's your name, young boy?" Old Wutong asked affectionately.

Qi Chengjing moved his lips but before he could say anything, Shen Zhi's door was pushed open.

Shen Zhi changed his clothes. The golden shirt was shining brightly, and it was embroidered with large patches of crimson flames, which was dazzling.

Shen Zhi raised his hand to put away the whip. Qi Chengjing, who was hanging in the air, lost his restraints and fell heavily to the ground. The sound of his bones hitting the ground was so painful to hear.

"Qi Chengjing, how do you want to die?" Shen Zhimai walked up to Qi Chengjing, who was crawling on the ground and unable to stand up, and stepped on his shoulder contemptuously.

Qi Chengjing took a breath of cool air. The severe pain in his shoulder made his already weak body go dark before his eyes.

Qi Cheng looked up, his thin chin facing him, the delicate and smooth lines of his neck extending to his collarbone, and his large expanse of snow-white skin as delicate as if it had been soaked in milk.

Shen Zhi's pretty face, which was stretched to the extreme, could hardly conceal his malice. His naturally red lips were bright and charming, and his white teeth were fiercely sharp.

After Qi Chengjing traveled through time, he was always amazed at the stunning beauty of the immortal cultivators. However, no one could compare to Shen Zhi, who was incomparably beautiful and also extremely vicious.

Qi Chengjing was powerless to close his eyes, as if he had accepted his impending fate, and was unwilling to say a single word.

Shen Zhi was ignored and felt a little angry. He sneered and said, "Do you think I will let you go if you don't say anything?"

Shen Zhi swung the whip and wrapped it around Qi Chengjing's fragile neck, slowly retracting like a poisonous snake.

Qi Chengjing's face gradually turned red, veins popped out on his forehead, and he opened his mouth to gasp for air but couldn't get any air, like a fish trapped in a lake.

Just when Qi Chengjing thought he was about to die, Shen Zhi suddenly let go of the whip. Qi Chengjing suddenly released the force, and his lungs, which had been squeezed, got a chance to breathe, and he couldn't stop coughing.

The red whip marks around Qi Chengjing's neck, combined with his world-weary and indifferent face, had a strange beauty. One would want someone to do something even more extreme to him so that he would show an expression of unbearable pain.

Shen Zhi didn't do anything else to him because Ye Qing sent someone to ask him to bring Qi Chengjing to the banquet.

It was said that Cang Feijiao had made great contributions, and His Majesty was very happy and wanted to hold a grand banquet.

The demon soldier scanned Qi Chengjing's tattered clothes and spoke cautiously, "Why don't you ask the Right Protector to change his clothes first?"

"What do you want to exchange?" Shen Zhi said unhappily, "What kind of merit can a broken dragon achieve? He just follows me like this."

Shen Zhi's move not only showed disrespect to Cang Feijiao, but also meant to deliberately insult Qi Chengjing.

However, even though the demon soldiers knew Shen Zhi's intention, they dared not disobey him, and Qi Chengjing could only let it go.

Shen Zhi brought the dishevelled Qi Chengjing into the banquet, and everyone in the hall fell silent for a moment.

It is shocking that the Left Protector dared to mock the Right Protector appointed by the Demon Lord in this way.

Everyone looked at Ye Qing's expression carefully, but couldn't see any clues.

On the contrary, the person involved, Qi Chengjing, was calm and composed. Before he traveled through the book, in the modern world, Qi Chengjing was also wearing a vest and shorts. Although he looked a bit shabby now, the little bit of cloth could cover the key parts.

Qi Chengjing naturally didn't take other people's looks to heart.

Cang Feijiao walked over leisurely, without any anger on his face for Shen Zhi's lack of face. He looked around with a frivolous look at Qi Chengjing, who was tortured by Shen Zhi and was covered with bruises.

Cang Feijiao used his index and middle fingers to pick up the fabric on Qi Chengjing's body that was about to fall off, and said in a succinct manner: "I just returned to the Mingyu Palace and heard that His Majesty appointed the Right Protector, who had been vacant for many years. I thought he was such a powerful figure."

"Turns out he's a bitch with a bully," Cang Feijiao said in an extremely insulting tone, twirling the fingertips that had just touched Qi Chengjing's clothes in disgust, with an arrogant attitude.

Qi Chengjing lifted his thin eyelids, and his deep, white eyes looked coldly at Cang Feijiao, which made people shudder for no reason.

Cang Feijiao felt sympathetic when he saw Qi Chengjing's indifferent look. He then pretended to be indifferent. How could a mere useless swordsman scare him? It was simply ridiculous.

"Am I wrong?" Cang Feijiao pretended to be puzzled and frowned. He walked around Qi Chengjing and said with a smile, "Why is the Right Protector dressed like this? Does the Right Protector have some shameful hobbies?"

"For example, if you like being naked..."

Before Cang Feijiao could finish his words, he saw a sharp whip coming towards his face. Who else could it be but Shen Zhi?

Shen Zhi stepped forward to block Qi Chengjing behind him, his brows and eyes furious, "Cang Feijiao, if you can't speak, just shut up. No one treats you as dumb, so you are showing off, right?!!"

Cang Feijiao looked at the two people in front of him in surprise and doubt. Why was Shen Zhi protecting him so much? Didn't Shen Zhi anger Qi Chengjing when he was beaten like this? Or were the two playing something he didn't know about?

Cang Feijiao stepped back a few steps and warned: "Shen Zhi, I tell you, I have just done a great service for Your Majesty, you are not allowed to take action."

Cang Feijiao knew that he could not beat Shen Zhi, so he quickly raised Ye Qing's banner. There was no way that a phoenix and a dragon could compete with each other, and the other could only be crushed and bullied.

What's more, the feather whip in Shen Zhi's hand was made of the tendons of his second grandfather. Cang Feijiao felt a chill all over his body when he thought about it, and felt that his tendons were not in good condition either.

Just as Shen Zhi raised his hand, a spiritual force from above prevented Shen Zhi from making any further movements and pressed the man forcefully into his seat.

"Let's listen to music," Ye Qing struck the final note, and the tense atmosphere was easily broken by Ye Qing.

Cang Feijiao hurried back to his seat with lingering fear.

Qi Chengjing, who had just been blocked by Shen Zhi, narrowed his eyes slightly. It was obvious that he was also surprised at Shen Zhi's move to protect him, but he knew very well that Shen Zhi was not a good person.

Could it be that the little devil also has the idea that "I am the only one who can bully the people I hate"?

Qi Chengjing laughed at himself, thinking that he could still have wild thoughts when it was a matter of life and death.

This wonderful state of mind.

Qi Chengjing sat next to Shen Zhi, not for any other reason but just because in this hall, Qi Chengjing only knew Shen Zhi.

Qi Chengjing secretly spied on the strange-looking person in the hall. It was so random that as long as the facial features were put together, it would be a living being.

Qi Chengjing couldn't help but look at Shen Zhi a few more times to cleanse his eyes. At least the little devil next to him was really good-looking, and there was a clean and subtle fragrance on his body that lingered around his nose.

Shen Zhi was feeling depressed. He dipped his fingers in the wine glass and drew on the table. He drew one pig head after another and wrote names next to them.

Qi Chengjing could not recognize traditional Chinese characters very well, and he half guessed that his name was written next to the first pig head.

Qi Chengjing: ...

If he really didn't have the original owner's memory, he would really want to know how he had provoked Shen Zhi, who not only beat and scolded him but also drew a pig's head on him.

Even though Qi Chengjing knew that Shen Zhi was vicious, he couldn't help but feel that Shen Zhi's arrogant and willful look was somewhat cute.

Qi Chengjing forced himself to look away from Shen Zhi's unconsciously bulging cheeks, and chuckled under the guise of drinking.

The unhappy little phoenix had extremely sharp hearing. When he heard the laughter, his hair stood on end. He immediately turned around and glared at her, saying, "What are you laughing at? Do you want to die?"

Qi Chengjing couldn't help but complain in his heart, after all his new ears were working well, as this 300-year-old little devil could hear such a low volume.

Qi Chengjing coughed lightly, turned his gaze to Ye Qing above him, and whispered, "It's just that I feel that Lord Cang's meritorious service this time is highly valued by Lord Demon Lord, so I can't help but be a little jealous."

As expected, Shen Zhi's attention was diverted.

Shen Zhi turned around and saw Cang Feijiao flattering Ye Qing, which made him so angry that he wanted to whip him again.

Qi Chengjing was still adding fuel to the fire: "Of course, the Left Protector is stronger than ordinary people, and he must have made many contributions. I wonder what rare things His Majesty has rewarded the Left Protector with, and whether we can show it to others."

Qi Chengjing glanced briefly at the magic weapon that Ye Qing was casually admiring above him, and said meaningfully.

He didn't learn anything during these days, but he understood Shen Zhi's hot temper very well.

Combined with the plot in the book in his memory, although he currently has no clue that Shen Zhi is Ye Qing's lover, but as the left protector of Mingyu Palace, Shen Zhi must have some respect for Ye Qing.

Now that it was stepped on by Cang Feijiao, the impulsive little phoenix must be very angry.

As expected, Shen Zhi saw Cang Feijiao holding the reward given by Ye Qing with a smug look on his face, and rushed over again with the whip in hand.

"Cang Feijiao, I've been annoyed with you for a long time!" Shen Zhi's eyebrows were full of anger, and his pretty little face was burning with charm.

Cang Feijiao was so scared that he shrank back to Ye Qing's side, stammering, "Shen Zhi, what do you want to do now?! I risked my life to complete the mission assigned by the Lord, and this magic weapon is what I deserve."

"Then fight with me," Shen Zhi flicked the whip and spoke arrogantly.

Cang Feijiao didn't want to do that. He was not stupid. Fighting with Shen Zhi was not a fight, it was just getting beaten.

Cang Feijiao didn't care about his face anymore, and begged Ye Qing miserably: "Your Majesty, please help me. I have never provoked the Left Protector recently."

Shen Zhi didn't even wait for Ye Qing to speak, he rushed straight forward, the sharp whip wind trapped Cang Feijiao, and the whip was about to fall.

Qi Chengjing secretly curled his lips and summoned the Molten Flame Sword to block Shen Zhi's whip tail for Cang Feijiao.

Unexpectedly, Ye Qing attacked at the same time, and the Molten Flame Sword was impacted by the powerful spiritual energy. The sharp sword tip swept across Shen Zhi's cheek, leaving a blood mark.

Qi Chengjing's eyes darkened, but he didn't want to hurt Shen Zhi.

However, he did not regret the consequences he had now. This little devil had tortured him so much, so it was actually a piece of cake for him to be slashed with a sword.

Qi Chengjing hurried forward according to his plan, seemingly persuading but actually provoking: "Lord Left Protector, you can't be jealous of Lord Cang's reward and punish him for it. It's really too much."

After hearing this, Cang Feijiao threw the magic weapon to Shen Zhi and shouted, "You can take it if you want it, why bother hitting me?"

Shen Zhi kicked away the magic weapon thrown by Cang Feijiao in dissatisfaction, "I don't want it!"

Ye Qing cast a scrutinizing gaze on Shen Zhi, and after a while he said, "Go to my warehouse and pick out something you like, then go to the Discipline Office to be punished."

Shen Zhi just couldn't stand the fact that Ye Qing doted on that idiot Xin Cang Feijiao.

Now everyone thought that he coveted the magic weapon that Ye Qing gave to Cang Feijiao. Shen Zhi, who was misunderstood, felt very aggrieved and said angrily: "I said I don't want it."

Ye Qing half closed his dark eyes and said in a cold voice: "Come with me."

Shen Zhi reluctantly put away the whip, kicked Cang Feijiao when he passed by, and then followed Ye Qing away.

Shen Zhi followed Ye Qing into the hall and said unhappily, "Why did you reward Cang Fei Jiao? That broken Jiao is worse than that stinky fox."

Ye Qing raised his hand slightly to stop Shen Zhi from continuing to complain and asked, "What do you want?"

“Because you accompanied me to conquer Jixiaomen last time,” Ye Qing added.

Ye Qing thought that if he gave Shen Zhi what he wanted, Shen Zhi would stop.

However, what Shen Zhi wanted was very strange.

Shen Zhi was not one to hold back. He said whatever he wanted and said frankly, "Your Majesty, you clearly said last time that you would practice dual cultivation with me after you defeated Jixiao Sect. Why didn't you keep your word?"

Ye Qing fell silent, which was unusual for him, and said hesitantly, "I remember that I rejected you."

Shen Zhi frowned and said unexpectedly: "But if you don't practice with me, how can I make up for my innate deficiency? When can I become an adult?"

Ye Qing didn't want to dwell on this matter any more. He called Shen Zhi this time for something important, so he said perfunctorily, "You and Qi Chengjing go to the human world together and find the Thousand Years Snow Silkworm. When you come back, I will practice dual cultivation with you."

"I don't want to go with Qi Chengjing, I hate him." Shen Zhi was unwilling and insisted on going alone.

Ye Qing was not used to him. "I didn't discuss it with you. I went to the Discipline Office to get the whip and left immediately."

Ye Qing slapped Shen Zhi and pushed him back, completely ignoring Shen Zhi's displeasure.

Shen Zhi was forced to receive the whipping and returned to his mansion angrily.

Old Wutong saw the phoenix cub coming back from a distance, emitting low pressure, and said worriedly: "Little phoenix, what's wrong with you? Tell me, old man."

After being rejected time and again, Shen Zhi slammed the door loudly, shutting out Lao Wutong's nagging.

Old Wutong looked at the closed door worriedly. Soon he saw the young boy who was hung on his old arm came back, and he quickly called him.

"What's wrong with Little Phoenix? She doesn't look happy," Old Wutong asked Qi Chengjing with concern.

Qi Chengjing knew that Shen Zhi was punished, but he himself was not very happy to hear that the little devil who tortured him was punished.

Qi Chengjing did not tell the truth to Lao Wutong to avoid worrying him.

The old Wutong tree was half-believing and half-doubting, but suddenly it remembered something and knew who the young boy was. "My son, your name is Qi Chengjing, yes or no?"

Qi Chengjing was surprised and asked, "How do you know?"

Old Wutong saw that it was indeed him, and it was no wonder that Little Phoenix was so angry. He consoled himself, "Go and apologize to Little Phoenix. He's still young, so just say a few words to comfort him."

Why? Although Qi Chengjing did not refute, he still thought that why should he apologize to Shen Zhi? If there was any apology, it should be Shen Zhi who apologized to him, the victim.

Old Wutong had no idea what Qi Chengjing was thinking, and recalled: "In the Immortal-Devil Competition, not only did you defeat Little Phoenix, you also stripped him of his clothes in public, embarrassing him. You really went too far..."

Qi Chengjing finally understood why Shen Zhi hated him so much.

But he is not the original owner, so he will not apologize. Besides, the torture he has endured these days can almost be repaid.

Old Wutong was still urging: "Go quickly."

Qi Chengjing couldn't walk into Shen Zhi's house. Instead of seeing the evil little devil showing his fangs and claws, the little phoenix felt extremely aggrieved.

There were several crisscross whip marks on his back and sword wounds on his face, and his fair face was dyed red by the bloodstains.

When she saw the newcomer, she wiped her face in a menacing manner, thinking that this would make her look powerful. But in fact, her eyes were left with a light scarlet due to his rough action, making her look even more pitiful.

"What are you doing?!" Shen Zhi covered himself in panic so as not to let Qi Chengjing, whom he disliked very much, see and laugh at him.

All the words seemed to be stuck in Qi Chengjing's throat.

It was obvious that he hated this little devil, and it was he who deliberately provoked Shen Zhi to make him be punished in front of the Demon Lord.

At this moment he felt that he had gone too far.

Qi Chengjing turned his head away, took a deep breath, and said submissively: "…I'm sorry, it's my fault."