This Damned Thirst for Survival

It turns out there will be pie in the sky.

With just this sentence, even if Feng Li's words are still so strong, Jiang Luo's favor with him has also risen sharply.

He forcibly pressed the smile at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, and feared that he would be seen, so he buried his head and covered his face.

Regardless of whether Feng Li could let Chi You's soul disperse, Jiang Luo had to draw Chi You out for a while in front of Feng Li with his words.

Although Jiang Luo wanted to be the one who let Chi You's soul fly away by himself, if Feng Li wanted to give him an "unexpected surprise", he would definitely welcome him.

Long hair reveals, blocking his profile. Jiang Luo's expression was strictly obscured by himself, and Feng Li's eyes cast a gloomy look of sadness.

But even if he was so sad, Feng Li didn't have the slightest softheartedness. On the contrary, the evil spirit who made such a talented disciple of the clan so obsessed with it has already moved him to kill.

Feng Li's face was indifferent, and he buried the killing intent completely, no one could tell.

After arriving at the hotel, Jiang Luo took the lead to get out of the car.

When the car window fell, Feng Li asked calmly: "When will you go back to school?"

Jiang Luo was also not sure: "Probably tomorrow."

Feng Li nodded and watched the black-haired young man bow to him, then gently turned and walked towards the hotel.

It wasn't until the hair end of the black-haired young man disappeared between the walls of the building that Feng Li looked back, his tone was slightly cold, "Who is his master."

The driver respectfully said: "It's tangerine peel."

Chen Pi is a registered disciple under the name of the old master. Feng Li's excellent memory still has some impressions of this person, but these impressions did not ease his attitude. He said as cold as cold: "Trash ."

The driver listened quietly without looking up.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the two direct disciples carefully left.

Only Feng Li and the driver were left in the car.

"The disciple's talent is excellent, but he didn't notice it, and even let the disciple go to study in twelve universities," Feng Li raised his eyes, his eyes like a blade reflected in the rearview mirror. Broom, being treated like this, how can Jiang Luo be used by the Feng family?"

Among the twelve universities, there are very few direct disciples from the six major schools.

The talents who are truly talented and one-in-a-million are all hidden by the six sects as their trump cards. Situations like Zhuo Zhongqiu are rare, and Zhuo Zhongqiu is not only for learning, she also bears the burden of attracting talents for the Zhuo family.

Jiang Luo's performance in the game was outstanding. From the first level, many people noticed him. After the second level, more people will discover Jiang Luo's talent.

Although Jiang Luo carried the reputation of a disciple of the Feng family on his back, his relationship with the Feng family was not close. If someone else's school wants to win over Jiang Luo, Jiang Luo may not be unmoved.

The inside of the car was bleak, and the needles fell. Feng Li breathed slowly, his afterglow glanced to his side, there was a long black hair remaining on the seat.

He stretched out his hand and picked up the fine hair with the tips of two fingers. Feng Li shook his hand lightly. The fine hair seemed to be alive, desperately trying to break free from his fingertips.

Strong temper, steadfast and unyielding.

Feng Li raised his other hand, gently pressed his hair and bent down.

This finger, seeing that it was not much bigger than the crushed ant, was as heavy as a thousand catties, forcibly bending the hair to the bottom.

But when the hair was about to bend completely, a slight "click" sounded, and the hair broke in two.

Feng Li let go of his palms and looked at the two severed hair with deep eyes.

Rather Stick to your guns.

"After I go back, let Chen bring Jiang Luo to see me," Feng Li's face was hidden in the shadows, and he said lightly, "Tell him that I will accept Jiang Luo as a direct disciple."

When Jiang Luo came back, Lu Yi was still watching a TV series.

He ordered a fried chicken takeaway and asked him vaguely while chewing on the chicken legs: "Are you coming back so soon?"

Jiang Luo walked up to him, picked up a chicken nugget and gnawed with him, and laughed again as he ate.

Lu Yi asked strangely: "What good has happened?"

"It's okay," Jiang Luoren said with a smile, "Nothing good happened."

Lu Yixin said, "The eight o'clock results are coming out tonight."

Jiang Luo: "After the results come out, shall we leave Yunnan tomorrow?"

Lu Yi: "Yes, Teacher Wan has already booked tomorrow's flight. He said that the top three in the second level are likely to be us again, so we must run quickly and don't be sacked by others."

Jiang Luo: "...The teacher is really thoughtful."

Lu Yi took out his tablet enthusiastically, "I wanted to watch a replay of our game before, but I didn't dare to watch it when I was alone, Jiang Luo, will you accompany me?"

Jiang Luo was also a little curious. He tidied out the tabletop and hooked his finger towards Lu, "Come on."

Lu Yi is on the official website that can only be accessed by internal personnel. The live videos of the 130 contestants are arranged from top to bottom in order of popularity. The first one is Jiang Luo's live video.

Lu You entered a little bit, and the two looked at it seriously, but when they saw Jiang Luo lying on the bed, they took a breath.

When Jiang Luo fell asleep, a blood mark suddenly appeared on the pillar beside his bed, and a **** female ghost appeared by the bed, looking down at him gloomily.

Jiang Luo never knew that he had been stared at by Wang Xinhui for two nights asleep. Even if it was him, he felt a chill in the back of his neck.

There were too many videos of the contestants, they couldn't watch them all, they only watched the people familiar with them. Lu Yi touched his chin, thinking seriously, "According to this trend, Jiang Luo, you are about to be number one."

After finishing speaking, he said, "Take me to fly in the next level."

Jiang Luo couldn't help laughing, "It depends on your performance."

Lu Yi graciously pinched his shoulders.

The live video played to the end, and the screen flashed from many staff and police outside the school. Jiang Luo saw a familiar face in the crowd. He dragged the progress back and pressed the pause button in time.

"Lu Yi," Jiang Luo stared at the screen, "Is this the owner of the funeral shop?"

Lu Yi looked at it, "It's him. I saw him when I took the takeaway two hours ago."

Jiang Luo asked: "He also lives in this hotel?"

After getting the affirmative result, Jiang Luo smiled and stood up and said, "I'll talk to him for a while, and come back before the results of the game are announced."

Lu Yi asked, "What are you talking about?"

Jiang Luo touched the Yin-Yang ring and smiled gloomily, "Talk about his selling counterfeit and shoddy products."

Those who can be invited into this hotel are not ordinary people. The owner of the funeral shop has a characteristic appearance. Jiang Luo asked a few people and found his room.

When the owner of the funeral shop opened the door to Jiang Luo, he was obviously a little surprised, "You have something to do with me?"

Jiang Luo said slowly: "I'll ask you a question."

The funeral shop owner glanced at him up and down, opened the door crack, "Come in."

The owner of the funeral shop did not turn on the headlights in his room, only a few small lights to enhance the atmosphere. Jiang Luo walked and sat down at the table. The funeral shop owner lay lazily on the rocking chair by the balcony, still sounding like he was about to die, "Go ahead, what questions do you want to ask."

"Boss, how do you use the Yin-Yang ring?" Jiang Luo said, "to put it bluntly."

The funeral shop owner opened one eye, "Yin-yang ring, as the name suggests, it is between the yin and yang."

He slowly said: "Do you know why you can see the yin and yang ring?"

Jiang Luo said, "My eyes are good?"

The boss said: "You are lucky."

Jiang Luo, who was having bad luck one after another, couldn't laugh or cry, "I'm lucky?"

"This path of luck is not the path of other luck," said the boss. "The path of luck I am talking about is your path of fortune on femininity."

"When the yin and yang ring is hidden, not everyone can see it. But now that you wear it on your hand, it is attracted by the yang energy, so that it can be seen by the Yangjian."

Jiang Luo frowned, "Then why can I see it?"

The funeral shop owner looked at him deeply, "Because you have a special physique."

Jiang Luo raised his eyebrows, "Huh?"

"The body has dead energy, the soul has yang energy, and the yin and yang are intertwined, which is really rare," the boss said. "You just fit the attributes of the yin and yang ring, so that you can see the yin and yang ring."

Jiang Luo's heart jumped, and his face didn't look different and said, "What does it mean to have death energy in the body and Yang energy in the soul?"

The boss yawned, "Literally, you have outstanding talents, and the future can be expected."

Jiang Luo's heartbeat became faster, and he tentatively asked, "Is this physique dangerous?"

"What's the danger?" the boss said, "Your soul fits your body, yin and yang blend just right. Others are a life, you are a life, as long as you don't engage in moths, how can there be danger."

It seemed that his soul was an outsider, but the funeral shop owner didn't see it.

Jiang Luo let go of his heart and returned to the original question, "So how can the Yin-Yang ring be opened?"

The boss stretched out two fingers: "There are two methods, one is to let your elders open the Yin-Yang ring. This method is safe and reliable, but most of the Yin-Yang ring can only be used as a defensive magic weapon. The effect of demon town evil."

"The other one," the boss looked at Jiang Luo meaningfully, "when you are in the near-death state of life and death, you can use this to stimulate the opportunity to open the yin and yang ring."

"I don't know what the yin and yang ring is opened like this," the boss whispered, "but as long as it is successfully opened, it will be a big killer."

It's just that if you are not careful, the Yin Yang ring hasn't been turned on, and he's already dead.

Jiang Luo calmly said, "Thank you for letting me know."

After leaving, he went back to the room, and when he didn't pay attention to the landing, he walked into the bathroom and locked the door with his backhand.

He looked in the mirror, thinking about what the boss said.

Is it safe or stronger, do you still need to choose between these two methods? Jiang Luo is of course the latter.

Jiang Luo has experienced the dying state many times, is he still afraid?

He set the alarm clock sensibly, and posted talismans around the room, so as not to be attacked by some nasty and fierce evil spirit. Turned on the water pipe again and filled the bathtub with water.

When the bathtub was filled with water, he filled the sink with water, turned on the mobile phone stopwatch, and buried his face in the sink.

Shimizu passed the tip of his nose, and passed his ears. Jiang Luo closed his eyes, then suddenly raised his head, gasping for breath.

I took a look at the phone, and it showed that he was holding his breath for a minute and a half.

Jiang Luo set an alarm clock for two minutes according to the time he held his breath, and then he lay down in the cold water.

He watched his hair fluttering in the water like a ghost, and his mood was unexpectedly calm, with a trace of imperceptible madness, Jiang Luo closed his eyes.

The two-minute countdown of the phone started.