Seize My Boyfriend - B7 (9)

Han Jingbai: “Heh.”

The man in black put his hands together in front of his chest, holding the red paper talisman between his fingers, chanting something, and the paper talisman burned.

As soon as a corner of the red fire-controlling spell burned, it instantly turned into a fire dragon. The dragon’s head rushed up to the sky, raised its head and roared, then stopped in mid-air, confronting Han Jingbai.

“Broken!”

The man in black snorted, and the fire dragon roared in response, and galloped towards Han Jingbai like a broken bamboo.

On the other hand, Han Jingbai was really leisurely, twirling a strand of hair that was blown away by the wind, without raising his eyelids, the fire dragon rushed to the front door and barely stopped.

“Break!” The man in black snorted again, but the fire dragon remained indifferent.

“You mortals.” Han Jingbai raised his eyebrows, raised his right hand slightly, and waved his sleeve.

The fire dragon suddenly became more intense, its eyes burst into flames, and it seemed to be sane, and turned to look at the man in black.

When the dragon turns back, there must be a central disaster.

The man in black lost control of the fire dragon, but he had never encountered such a situation before, and he yelled several times, “Break! Break!” So

many voices, but Han Jingbai said softly, “Go.”

The fire dragon rushed up to the sky, hovered above Han Jingbai’s head, and swept the roof with blazing eyes, as if seeing through something, it swooped down suddenly.

The speed is so fast, you can see the blown airflow, and the fire dragon passes through the roof in an instant, and the people who have been invisible before are also burned and revealed.

Eleven more people appeared on the originally empty roof, and with the addition of the first one, there were twelve.

Those people looked at each other in blank dismay, knowing that they were forced to show up, and they also understood that this white-clothed man was unfathomable.

As a result, the fire dragon turned back before its feet moved, and a dragon swung its tail, sweeping everyone down from the roof.

Then, the fire dragon landed on the eaves, grabbed the eaves with its four claws, looked at the group of people who fell downstairs, opened its mouth, and spit out a little flame.

Han Jingbai fell from mid-air and stood on the eaves.

The biggest difference between mortals and immortals is that mortals can only use magic tools or spells. After all, how can mortals mobilize the power of heaven and earth? They need a medium.

But the immortals are different. They cultivate and ascend, and they have passed through the life and death of the thunder calamity, and they have been able to connect the heaven and the earth.

Han Jingbai raised his brows, and the fire dragon sensed it, soared up, then swooped down again, a mass of fire burned through it, and before it even had time to utter a moan, it was reduced to ashes.

Hearing a slight noise from the roof, Mo Zhiyang opened his eyes in a daze, only to find that his surroundings were empty, and immediately perked up, “Where is a master as big as me?” “Little disciple awake?

” On the bed, Han Jingbai walked over lightly and sat down on the edge of the bed, “Is it a nightmare or is it?”

I woke up, but I couldn’t open my eyes, Mo Zhiyang tilted his head, “Where have you been?” ”

It’s nothing, A few birds were chirping just now, I drove them away.” Han Jingbai took the hand rubbing his eyes, put it on his mouth and kissed it, “Go to sleep quickly.” “Don’t run around, if you run around, you will

faint What if someone picks you up by the side of the road?” Mo Zhiyang leaned on his shoulder, feeling drowsy, closed his eyes, but still muttered, “What if I can’t find you?” “What if

you What should I do if I get picked up by other people…” The more

the little disciple said, the more unreliable he became.

Han Jingbai coaxed him to rest his head on his shoulder, “Don’t run, don’t run, little disciple, go to sleep.”

People who woke up early the next day found nothing.

While eating breakfast, Mo Zhiyang quietly saw that the others had already eaten and went out, so he took advantage of people’s unpreparedness and secretly hid two steamed buns in his chest, otherwise he would be hungry again along the way.

The system suddenly choked up, “Could you hide it in another place, I thought you…fucked up.”

Mo Zhiyang lowered his head, because the clothes were tight, the two steamed buns…

quickly took them out, After taking it out, when he looked up, the master’s white gauze on the opposite side lifted a corner, staring at him, Mo Zhiyang blushed, “What are you looking at!” “Why, the master can’t look at the apprentice?”

Han Jingbai pretended I don’t know, put down the white gauze covering the wall, and stood up from the bench.

“Let’s go.” Holding the steamed bun in his hand, Mo Zhiyang turned around and ran out the door.

Mo Zhiyang drove Han Jingbai’s carriage, followed behind Mo Gansheng’s carriage, with steamed buns wrapped in cloth strips beside him, and concentrated on driving.

Mo Gansheng, who was in the car in front, kept looking back secretly, holding a pink sachet in his hand. He bought it this morning, but he didn’t dare to give it away.

Han Jingbai leaned on the soft pillow, put Mi Li aside, half closed his eyes, opened them suddenly, straightened up slightly, and disappeared into the carriage.

Several people have been following behind the carriage, and have been following, waiting for the opportunity to move.

Going into the woods, the trees became a good cover, and no one noticed. A few men in black, with organs on their right wrists, followed them into the woods for a while, and planned to make a move.

The six people hid in the dense forest, scattered widely, hid on high tree branches, raised their right hands, and aimed their sleeve arrows at the pedestrian in the carriage.

Before he could do anything, the tree actually came alive. The vines quietly came out of the ground, climbed up the treetop along the trunk, wrapped around the ankles of those people, and pulled them down violently.

After the others found out, they didn’t have time to escape. They were entangled by vines that grew out of nowhere and pulled them to the ground without even remembering to cry for help.

Those men in black, as soon as they touched the opposite side, were eaten by the mud, not even bones left.

Suddenly there was a bird chirping from behind, and when I turned my head, I saw the bird flying away in shock, and felt strange, “What’s going on?”

“Maybe your man wants to feed you a bird.” The system didn’t care.

After saying this, the system and Mo Zhiyang felt that something was wrong at the same time, but they did not expose each other in a tacit understanding.

Mo Zhiyang turned around, lifted the curtain of the car, and he was relieved to see that Master was still in the carriage.

“What’s the matter, little apprentice? Did you think about it after seeing Master for a while?” Han Jingbai sat on the quilt, half-bent his knees, rested his left hand on his knees, and supported his temple with his right hand.

He felt resplendent in the ordinary carriage.

“Nonsense.” Mo Zhiyang put down the curtain of the carriage and continued to drive the carriage.

The corner of Han Jingbai’s mouth twitched into a smile, he was always indifferent and disdainful to others, except for his little apprentice who was very spoiled.

“Little apprentice dislikes Master?” Han Jingbai lifted the curtain of the car and wrapped him in his arms from behind, “It’s not right as a teacher. As a teacher, you are the only disciple, and I just want to treat him better. .”

The air in the woods was fresh, but it still couldn’t cover the smell of iced green tea all over his body.

“Master, do you treat everyone like this?” Unbelievable, Mo Zhiyang couldn’t imagine how he treated other people’s tea ceremony.

What is this called?

Han Jingbai frowned, and hugged him tighter, “As a teacher, I only treat my little disciples like this, but as a teacher, there will only be you as a disciple.”

Mo Zhiyang understood, luck is really bad, this time When he was in a daze, he was sneaked in and hurriedly pressed his hand, “Where are you touching? I’m driving a car.”

This guy has a chest attack!

“I saw it was interesting just now, so I just wanted to see it.” Han Jing rolled his hands down and put his arms around his waist, just now he saw that stuffing two steamed buns was indeed a bit of fun.

Thinking about it, I put my eyes on the cloth bag aside, and I had some ideas.

“I’m driving. It’s the so-called irregular driving and tears from relatives. Master, please don’t disturb me?” Mo Zhiyang was actually a little afraid that Mo Gansheng would look back.

If he accidentally saw this scene, if he blamed himself for seducing the boss, then he would be speechless.

Han Jingbai stopped making trouble, let go of his hand and got back into the car, and took the two steamed buns away.

If there is food to lure, the birds will of course take the bait obediently.

The porridge I ate in the morning was really hungry by noon. Mo Zhiyang put down the whip and reached out to touch his side. Why was it empty? “Where are the steamed buns?!” “As expected,

your man should have taken it away.” The system reminded .

“Fuck!” What is this guy doing with his steamed buns? He’s hungry now, his hands are shaking and he can’t even hold the reins.

Just as I was about to go in and get the steamed buns back, I suddenly felt that something was wrong. According to my understanding of green tea… this is going to be bad luck, forget it, I’m still hungry.

Han Jingbai played with the steamed buns in his hand, waiting for a hungry bird to pounce on it, but he couldn’t wait for it, and he was in a bad mood.

At noon, I happened to pass by a small village. The village was very small, with only about a dozen households. There was only one small restaurant in the whole village, and it was very simple.

But here in the wilderness, it would be nice to have a mouthful of hot rice, and everyone didn’t choose, so they invited the owner of the small restaurant to cook, and made a three meat, one vegetarian and one soup.

He didn’t know when the food would be ready, and Mo Zhiyang was already so hungry that he sneaked out of the carriage while everyone was in the small restaurant, searched out the steamed buns, and sat on a chair next to the stone mill in the yard to eat.

Seeing that cousin, Mo Gansheng was sitting alone in a corner with Mi Li, without saying a word, he poured a cup of hot tea and walked over, “Cousin, do you want a cup of hot tea?”

Through the white gauze, Han Jing glanced at He glanced at the tea, but didn’t answer, very aloof.

When the servants saw this, they felt that this guy was too ignorant, so they should teach him a lesson.

Nanny Yang was serving Mo Gansheng, big and small. Seeing him treat that man with such courtesy, she felt ashamed. She was naturally angry, and she pulled the girl next to her and said, “I see, some people don’t know the heights of heaven and earth, and think they are It’s an immortal in the sky, pickling things.”

He spoke so loudly that everyone could hear him, but everyone felt that he was right, so he kept silent.

Mo Gansheng was rejected for holding the tea, he couldn’t bear it, and he didn’t say anything bad. After drinking the tea, he pushed it away and sat on the bench of the Eight Immortals table, waiting for the meal.

In the kitchen separated by a blue cloth curtain, the inside was full of heat, and there was a burst of fragrance.

Mo Zhiyang was outside, ate up the two steamed buns, hiccupped several times, was really choking, stood up, shook the steamed buns on his body, and planned to go into the house to find water.

As soon as he took a step, a sap behind him knocked him out and fell to the ground.