Quick time travel guide male supporting role

Chapter 156

Feeling the coolness coming, Shen Yao secretly opened her eyes, and quickly showed a flattering smile, "Daddy."

"Sneak." Feng Zheng's expressionless face continued to spit out two words, "That's right."

"Daddy, it's better to smile." Shen Yao couldn't help but smile a little wider, but it's okay, Feng Zheng doesn't look very angry.

Feng Zheng pulled a gentle smile, "Come down first, and I will settle accounts with you when I go back."

Shen Yao came down obediently and stood behind Feng Zheng.Feng Zheng's cold and merciless eyes met Ling Jia, calmly, as if the person in front of him was already dead.

Ling Jia smiled, but took out an emerald green pen, and the white sheepskin roll floated in front of him.With a flick of his pen, he was flying like a dragon and a phoenix.

Lingjia likes to paint, but his paintings are different from ordinary people in that all the characters he paints can come true.But the things he painted are not things or people, but spirits, and they can kill people.

At this moment, he was drawing a colorful phoenix bird with its feathers standing upright and its eyes sharp and lifelike.He breathed a sigh of relief, his smile was as pale as a chrysanthemum, "The colorful phoenix bird is a spiritual beast in the world. It is comparable to the phoenix, the king of all birds. It was born in the morning and died in the twilight; it must eat people's hearts to live for a day."

As soon as Lingjia's words fell, the colorful phoenix bird on the scroll suddenly cut open the scroll with a long and sharp cry.The next moment, colorful light appeared.

Lingjia laughed contemptuously, "Feng Zheng, why do you say that such a beast who can only live for a day is so desperate?"

Feng Zheng raised his eyelids slightly, "Are you talking about yourself? You can only attach to different dead bodies every day, but you can't return to your own body."

"Whatever you say." Ling Jia's expression paused a bit, but soon she showed a mocking smile, "At least I'm alive, but you can't survive."

Feng Zheng didn't speak, he raised his hand, and a blood-red master who seemed to have sucked enough human blood was thrown in front of Ling Jia.

"Blood-devouring beads." Lingjia called out in surprise, "This bastard actually recognizes you as master."

With a flick of his left wrist, he tore open his clothes, picked the object on the blade with the knife, picked up the cloth with his left hand, and covered the blood-devouring bead.But soon, the pain between the brows could no longer be concealed.

(End of this chapter)