Feeding humans, she's serious

"Ning Zhi..."

Gu Fanyin's voice was so soft that no emotion could be heard.

Her hand hanging by her side trembled, resisting the desire to touch the top of the furry hair, and continued to sigh calmly: "I thought that when you pushed me away, you would think of such a day... "

"Sanskrit," Ning Zhi rubbed against her knees, his originally hoarse voice gradually became dull, "I was wrong..."

"Ok?"

"I just don't want to lose you."

Gu Fanyin didn't speak again this time.

Looking down at Ning Zhi who was acting coquettishly, he felt as if he saw a kitten that was thrown in a cardboard box and poked its head out alone.

The lighting in the building is warm.

His messy hair lay dull on his fair cheeks, and his expression became even paler.

Gu Fanyin lowered her head, pinched Ning Zhi's exposed neck and twisted it to the side.

"Don't keep saying these things," she smiled indifferently, "It will only make me stop your lying mouth directly."

After finishing speaking, she held the back of Ning Zhi's head again, preventing him from easily seeing her expression.

The two were silent again.

Ning Zhi leaned on his knees, the sharp pain around his neck hadn't dissipated, but he didn't care—

——Maybe it's not just that.

He can still hold this person now, so even if it is the blame or punishment, it is already a rare gift from heaven.

"Sanskrit..."

"Sanskrit..."

"Sanskrit..."

Ning Zhi dragged his tone lightly, hugged the person in front of him tightly and refused to get up, completely forgetting the occasion he was in.

The Demon Lord, who was majestic and majestic yesterday, now looks so fragile... Even the disciples of the Immortal Sect who only came to support him couldn't help but look sideways.

"...Is that Ning Zhi?"

"Who is he holding? Hasn't Fairy Fanyin already..."

"..."

Fearing that those cryptic gossip would reach Ning Zhi's ears, even at this time, they never uttered the taboo word.

However, all the small discussions were accepted by Gu Fanyin.

She originally wanted to find a hidden position, but she didn't expect that the blind spot of the vision of these immortal disciples just happened...so much so that Ning Zhi was dragged into the water all the way.

Ah, but that's not important either.

Gu Fanyin smiled, rolled his eyes, pressed his hands on the hairy head, and said leisurely and deliberately: "I thought you would come to my funeral?"

"I heard that you have caused a lot of trouble... Ah, but it's a pity that I didn't see the scene."

Caused a lot of things...

Ning Zhi, who lowered his head, turned slightly pale.

They were too close, and because of this, he could clearly hear the sarcasm and frivolity in Gu Fanyin's tone.

nothing left--

It's like standing in the distance and teasing a disobedient pet.

Ning Zhi's thin body froze, and he slowly raised his head, letting his hands mess around on his head. From the beginning to the end, he just watched Gu Fanyin's narrowed eyes calmly and slowly.

Those dark red pupils were as deep and astonishing as ever.

It's just...it doesn't seem to reflect only his shadow anymore.

"Fanyin, you said that you won't want me, right?" His eyelashes trembled slightly, not daring to miss the slightest change in emotion on the other side.

Gu Fanyin laughed, with a playful voice: "Devils don't necessarily know how to keep promises."

After she finished speaking, she poked his shoulder with a smile as if she had never had any negative emotions. Unsurprisingly, the person in front of her staggered back a step, her eyes wide open, as if overwhelmed, tightly Grabbed her hanging sleeves.

He was obviously a Demon Lord with iron-blooded methods, but at this moment, his language was so poor that he could not utter a single word of defense.

He lowered his head, not daring to look into those eyes again.

"Fairy Fanyin..." At this moment, Gu Jingque, who had been watching from a distance, came over. She was not alone, and there was another figure in white clothes beside her.

Ning Zhi pressed the corner of his lips tightly, and instantly matched the person next to him with the piano player on the stage.

He stared at Gu Jingque who was smiling unnaturally, and his hands clenched his cuffs so hard that they turned white.

"What are you here for?"

Ning Zhi said this to Gu Jingque, but from the beginning to the end, his eyes never moved away from the person beside her.

Gu Jingque was very sure that if Gu Fanyin was not still here, this person would have directly strung the two of them who had been forcibly inserted into a string.

Gu Jingque: "..."

The passerby who was helplessly involved in the dispute sighed slowly.

"This is what you want..."

"Ah?" Gu Fanyin looked up and down at the person who was brought here, paused, and looked at Ning Zhi with a somewhat puzzled expression: "I don't remember that I specifically named him?"

"Also, is this the only one?"

Gu Jingque: "...Yes."

A few more, even if she hangs on Gu Fanyin today, she won't be able to withstand Ning Zhi's anger!

"Does Sanskrit still like listening to music?"

Ning Zhi lowered his brows and eyes, as if the aura of a life-and-death fight just now had never appeared before, and after a few seconds he said: "I can also..."

"No, you really can't do this." Gu Fanyin rejected his idea.

"I will learn it, as long as you like it, I will learn it," Ning Zhi was a little dazed, his lowered gaze stayed on the man for two seconds, and soon fell on Gu Fanyin again and remained still.

He squatted halfway, the spikes on his body seemed to be flattened instantly, and slowly turned to himself, mercilessly: "I will change whatever you don't like..."

"Then I told you not to kill him?" Gu Fanyin asked immediately.

She didn't miss Ning Zhi's gaze on that man, as if he were looking at a dead person.

Ning Zhi: "..."

He was silent.

The piece of fabric in his hand was getting tighter and tighter, and he tried to continue to lean on it, but was firmly pushed away by the other party.

"..."

"I don't like the way you keep silent forever."

"No." Ning Zhi replied immediately, and after a short pause, he added in vain: "Let him go."

won't let him go...

Gu Jingque, who brought someone over to show his face, began to feel pain in his eyebrows.

At that time, Ning Zhi was weirdly well-behaved, obviously speaking such terrible words, but his eyes were so fragile that they could be crushed by someone else's force.

Gu Jingque: "..."

She turned around and walked away with the people around her who were about to be frightened.

Gu Fanyin was also a little helpless by his frankness, his eyes turned twice at the lively scene not far away, and he didn't intend to turn this matter over here.

She raised the chin of the person in front of her in a funny way, as if teasing, and ran across the tip of his nose with her fingertips viciously.

"You can't even be obedient, what do I keep you for? Huh?"