This Damned Thirst for Survival

After eating, Feng Li asked Jiang Luo to move the stool into the yard.

The snow in the yard was cleaned up, the sun was bright and the light was very good. Jiang Luo sat down in front of Feng Li happily. After putting on a towel, he reached out and combed all his black hair to his back, protecting the dementia pendant.

The white fingers were flying through the hair, and the swan neck was looming in the cover. Feng Li lowered his head to look at him, the scattered hair gathered together, some of which were rather messy.

He simply stretched out his hand to help his disciple comb his hair.

The well-knotted hand of a mature man wearing a jade pull finger straightened out the hair strands that had been induced by static electricity.

On the side was a funeral shop owner who was standing watching the excitement. He offered a pair of scissors, "Jiang Luo, how short do you want to cut?"

Jiang Luo turned his head to look at his back.

For more than half a year, his hair has grown longer and longer, and it has grown wildly from under his shoulders to under his shoulder blades. It was pretty inconvenient at first, relying solely on Jiang Luo's handsomeness to prop up this long hair, now it has become even more inconvenient.

He said casually: "Cut it all."

The funeral shop owner was speechless, "What do you mean by cutting all?"

Jiang Luo suggested: "Inch?"

He thinks he will look better if he is short.

Feng Li rarely pursed his lips.

Jiang Luo's long hair has never been taken care of by him so much, but the hair quality is superb, as smooth and beautiful as a piece of silk, after dripping the tears of ginseng essence, it rises sharply from the original good level. A lot of it, and a lot of it. It's a pity to cut such good hair like this.

He gathered his hair, picked up the scissors, and made the first cut cleanly from the bottom of the hair.

"Kacha", the broken hair fell to the ground.

Jiang Luo listened to the pleasant sound, and smiled at an angle where no one could see it.

Usually he wants to cut his head, there is always Chi Youlai who crosses his hand. Now Chi You can't get in to the top of the mountain, he can't do it, right?

Hahahahaha, Jiang Luo is almost about to laugh out loud, fun!

Feng Li did a haircut for someone else for the first time, but he did it steadily. Even if the owner of the funeral shop has been instructing him in the air, "Hey, the left side is a bit long...no, no, the right side is a bit protruding... the side profile" did not affect him.

He quickly stopped, "Okay."

"Okay?" It was too fast. Jiang Luo looked back and saw that the long hair that hadn't been short was slid arrogantly on his shoulder again, "..."

Feng Li's impliedly satisfied voice sounded, "Yes."

"It's not bad," the funeral shop owner cheered. "It's better than an inch."

Jiang Luo looked down silently, and the hair that fell on the ground was only five centimeters in length. It was not so much a haircut as it was a repair.

If it weren't for remembering the character design that people are like a chrysanthemum now, Jiang Luo almost couldn't help but get started by himself.

The owner of the funeral shop burned the hair on the ground. Seeing Jiang Luo wanting to laugh, he leaned forward and said: "The hair is a little longer, just enough to cover the dementia pendant. Neither your master nor the fatalist will pay attention to this. Those who are small things will not ask if they cover it up."

From behind, Feng Li couldn't help frowning as they looked close.

The relationship between Jiang Luo and Ji Yaozi seemed to be more affectionate than his serious master.

It's time to clean up the filth with such a mess. Before, it was Jiang Luo alone. Today there are two more people, Feng Li and the owner of the funeral shop.

Sure enough, the Fate Man was already waiting by the spring pool. The moment he saw the Fate Man, Feng Li's expression became even more condensed. The owner of the funeral shop lowered his head, trying his best to reduce his sense of existence.

The atmosphere was a little depressed, but the fatalist didn't seem to notice it. Not surprisingly, he said: "You are here."

Feng Li didn't greet him, but directly said, "Why do you want him to soak in Koizumi Pond."

He sent Jiang Luo to Lian's house, just wanting to cleanse him normally from the filth that was invaded by evil spirits.

When Feng Li spoke, the owner of the funeral shop and the chief Weihe dare not speak. The fatalist was not angry, and said with a smile: "The filth on his body is too heavy, and the water under the mountain can't clean him."

Jiang Luo looked at these two people quietly.

Feng Li sneered across his eyes, "You dripped your blood in it."

The fatalist explained softly, "It would be better for him."

After a pause, the fatalist said again: "You haven't been up to the mountain for a long time. If you don't feel relieved, you can wash it with Jiang Luo once, and also wash your dirt over the years."

Hearing this, Feng Li looked at Koizumi Pond, he was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "That's it."

After speaking, he stepped into the pool.

Of all the people standing here, Jiang Luo was the only one wrapped in a down jacket, dressed most like an ordinary person. Feng Li was dressed in a black-bottomed white crane Tang suit today. After he got into the water, a bit of pale dirt slowly overflowed from his side, and he was cleansed by the fountain again. Upon seeing this, Jiang Luo took off his coat and went into the hot water.

The filth on his body was much worse than Feng Li's. Even after Feng Li, his expression was somewhat surprised.

The Fate Man stood far by the pool, speaking through the mist, "If there is no my blood, the dirt on his body will never be washed away."

Feng Li turned his fingers around, and the corners of his mouth scornfully provoked, "The destiny has done his best for my disciples, and the Heavenly Master's Mansion is very grateful."

Feng Li has always been a bit smart, and today he shows no mercy to the destiny. Jiang Luo always felt that something was hidden between Feng Li and the fatalist.

He rolled his eyes, Feng Li put his hands behind his back, turned his head and said to him: "Find a place to soak."

He didn't seem to cleanse his body by himself, but as if he came to supervise Jiang Luo. Jiang Luo sat down in a familiar place and began to observe the surface of the water, taking a look at the effect of the dementing pendant.

The strands of black hair next to her ears were wet by the mist, dripping with water sticky and greasy. Jiang Luo saw that the black water from his body was constantly being purified and pushed back, but his mind was not affected much.

Just as he was watching attentively, Feng Li's voice came from beside him, "What's hanging on your ears?"

Jiang Luo looked back and saw that the tall man was standing in the mist, frowning slightly, as if displeased that there was something out of nowhere in his ears.

The owner of the funeral shop clearly said that Feng Li and the fatalist would not care about such trivial matters, but seeing Feng Li's expression, he cared more than just, and he was going to get angry.

Almost forgot, Feng Li is a man with full control. But Jiang Luo is just his disciple. There is an extra earring on his disciple's ears. What does he care about as a master?

Jiang Luo raised his lips slowly. The lips soaked in water mist seemed to be coated with rosy flower juice. He smiled lightly, "I think the earrings given by a friend look good, sir, what do you think?"

With that, he seemed to feel that it was not enough. Turning his head again, facing Feng Li with his left ear wearing the dementing pendant, he stretched out his hand to hook the obnoxious hair behind his ears, revealing his white and thin ears.

The earlobe was pierced through a hole. Jiang Luo's method of wearing the earrings was fierce. Although he didn't waste much blood, the earlobe was slightly swollen at the moment, glowing red with blood.

Feng Li looked at his earrings with an inexplicable expression.

Jiang Luo was still smiling calmly, "It's my birthday just half a month later. The gifts from my friends are all from my heart."

He didn't lie, the original body was born during the winter and New Year.

Feng Li said: "Birthday?"

He stretched out his hand and ran into the dementor when Jiang Luo was caught off guard.

Fingers moved one by one from the hanging ears, Jiang Luo's smile froze for a moment, and then returned to the original state, "The disciple's birthday is in January."

Jiang Luo originally wanted to take a look at the interior scene of the Destiny with the Dementor, but who knew Feng Li had a kick in the middle. But Feng Li is also a good candidate, and Jiang Luo also wants to know what his interior scene is.

Jiang Luo looked up at Feng Li, and after meeting those deep eyes, his brain went blank for a moment, and his soul seemed to have escaped from his shell. With the help of the Dementor, he entered Feng Li's interior scene.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Luo seemed to be in another space, floating so lightly that there was no real feeling. Jiang Luo looked down at his hands and feet, and sighed for the wonderful feeling for a few seconds before raising his head to look around.

In the blank interior, there is only a huge palace of the Heavenly Master.

Should it be Feng Li? Sure enough, the Heavenly Master's Mansion is the most important thing.

Jiang Luo instinctively knew that the dementing pendant would only allow him to see other people's mental images for three minutes. He didn't delay much time, and quickly ran to his most curious place.

——The female ghost under the confinement room!

Jiang Luo's speed is fast, and the confinement room is in an extremely remote location in the Heavenly Master's Mansion. If he is not faster, it is estimated that it will be time to run there.

He counted silently in his heart, and after a minute and a half, Jiang Luo successfully ran into the confinement room. The door of the confinement room was locked, Jiang Luo kicked the door open and came to the familiar ventilation duct.

Jiang Luo's eyes were bright, and the excitement of about to explore the secrets of the Heavenly Master's Mansion completely ignited his passion. He kicked the entrance of the ventilation duct in the same way and bent down and crawled inside.

There is one last minute.

Jiang Luo speeded up and found the vent of a room neatly. He removed the vent cover and jumped from the vent into the extremely deep basement.

The black-haired young man landed on the ground, he clapped his hands, and quickly looked around.

In the corner, a mad woman with shabby clothes and messy hair had chains on her hands. She stared at Jiang Luo in a daze, her fingernails sharp and black mud hidden. The smell in this room is terrible. The floor is full of **** and black mud. The moss and mildew on the wall are speckled, exuding a damp musty smell.

After Jiang Luo looked at it quickly, he walked in front of the mad woman with a clear goal. Ignoring the crazy woman's constantly wide open mouth to bite him and the frantic waving hands and feet at him, he lifted the woman's messy hair away, and raised her head to see her clearly.

The woman's face was half ruined, and her appearance was terrifying. But between the eyebrows and eyes, there is a somewhat familiar shadow.

"You—" Who are you.

Before this sentence was finished, Jiang Luo's eyes were white again, and the person who stared at him in the next instant became Feng Li.

The smell disappeared, and the smell of spring water came over.

He came out of Feng Li's interior scene.

Feng Li didn't seem to notice anything, he faintly withdrew his hand. But the hand was suddenly held by Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo looked at Feng Li intently. He took Feng Li's hand and said softly: "Sir."

Feng Li was so stretched by him that he needed to bend down. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he actually bent down with Jiang Luo's strength.

Jiang Luo's heroic air was mixed with beauty, and Feng Li's eyes were so beautiful and compelling.

Drops of water fell from the eyebrows of the river, and the winding traces that slid out were clear, like ink gradually smearing.

When the distance between the two people was only the last inch of their arms, Jiang Luo stopped pulling Feng Li closer.

He stared at Feng Li intently, as if Feng Li was the only one he could see in his eyes at the moment, his eyes gleaming like gold shavings. Gradually, the corners of his lips were stirred up, and a bit of malice that flashed past disappeared in it.

"Sir," he smiled lightly, admiringly, "your eyebrows are so beautiful."

The smile deepened.

It turned out that the crazy woman locked up.

It's Feng Li's mother!