Lu Changrong's afterglow anxiously paid attention to the knife around his neck, he carefully raised his chin, and shrunk his body so that he could stay away from the knife, and even his breathing became cautious.

He glanced at Lu Changku, who had a complicated expression on the side, and suddenly smiled "hey": "Lu Changku, Lu Changku, it seems that your character is like this, your brother's life is now caught in the hands of others, and you are still so indifferent." ”

Jiang Futing rushed to Lu Changku's rebirth and mutation, and said coldly: "I can't look down on your life, you'd better be honest and go to the police station with me obediently." ”

Lu Changrong became very cooperative, and Jiang Futing dragged himself aside, watching him reluctantly find a pile of relatively strong and uncut cotton cloth from a pile of rags, and tie it to his hands.

The cotton cloth here looks like it has been left on hold for a long time, and the front and back sides are already pilling, and when you wrap it around the skin, the rough surface can grind the skin red.

However, Jiang Futing didn't intend to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and every time he went around, he would pull it hard to get the tightest entanglement.

Lu Changkut stood aside and wanted to make him entangle a little lighter, but he felt that he didn't have any position to say, so he swallowed back the words that came to his mouth with difficulty.

In the end, Lu Changrong's originally bony hands had been rolled into steamed buns, and there was no trace of his hands at all.

And just as the 'steamed bun' was tied, Jiang Futing withdrew his hand, and a bell suddenly rang.

The bell rang for about three seconds, and then there was no movement.

It's obviously a text message tone.

Listening to the voice, you know that it is not your own, it can only be Lu Changrong's, Lu Changrong, a person with simple and hidden social interactions, can he make friends with useless people?

Of course not.

Especially at this critical juncture, will there be a useless text message?

Of course it's even more impossible!

Jiang Futing frowned the moment he heard the ringtone, and asked directly, "Where is the phone?" ”

Lu Changrong's expression was sluggish, and it could be seen from his accelerated breathing that he was nervous.

However, the nervousness was quickly wiped out by him, and he looked at Jiang Futing without saying a word.

A few seconds later, just when Jiang Futing thought that he was going to taunt or refuse, and was ready to search his body directly, Lu Changrong suddenly confessed: "It's in my right trouser pocket." ”

After explaining, he said to Lu Changku, who was slightly aggrieved: "Brother, why don't you take it, you also know that I have a spiritual cleanliness habit." ”

Jiang Futing didn't bother to take care of him, so he took a slightly cleaner cloth from the side and took out the mobile phone in his pocket: "That's really a coincidence, I'm also clean, but it's not as much as yours." ”

Lu Changrong was squeezed by him for a moment and had nothing to say, so he shut up again, but when Jiang Futing was holding the mobile phone, his eyes were dishonest and drifting around on Lu Changku's body.

The moment Jiang Futing raised his head after taking the mobile phone, he quickly converged again, as careless as before.

"Password?" The screen of the mobile phone was on for a short time, and the screen was already off when Jiang Futing took it out, so he pressed the button and asked.

Lu Changrong was silent for a moment, and the hot afterglow refused to let go of Lu Changku, and reluctantly reported a string of numbers.

Jiang Futing moved his fingers, and at the moment when the password was entered, he suddenly discovered something from a few simple numbers.

It's a password that's full of constructiveness.

He raised his head and asked, "The day you were almost strangled to death by Li Shang?" ”

Lu Changrong shook his head slowly, not fully agreeing with his statement, and corrected him with shining eyes: "It's the day of 'rebirth'." ”

"Pain is the tempering of life, and if it weren't for the beginning of that day, I wouldn't have everything I have now."

Jiang Futing pursed his lower lip, a person like Lu Changrong, whether it is a death sentence or an indefinite term, is not enough for him to be in awe and reform.

His determined eyes even made him feel that even if he threw himself into hell and went through layer by layer, he might not be able to wash away the distortions on his body.

Lu Changrong never thought of joining the WTO, nor did he expect these mediocre people to understand his ambitions.

He watched with deep meaning as Jiang Futing lowered his head to unlock his phone.

The short few seconds when pressing the button were a kind of torment and torture for Lu Changku, who was placed on the oil lamp.

The stalemate is like a huge wave set off at both ends, hitting again and again, no one is comparable, anyway, it all ends up falling on it, and it is it that suffers from it.

On the one hand, it wanted Lu Changrong to leave here and turn back to the shore, and on the other hand, it was moved by Lu Changrong's pity, not wanting him to be disappointed in himself again.

Lu Changrong's fiery gaze was like a long-hungry poisonous snake, hovering tightly, and the venom could even be transmitted through his eyes, controlling Lu Changku's wavering will.

Soon, a trace of helpless compromise appeared on Lu Changku's face.

After Jiang Futing turned on his mobile phone, he pretended to move to Jiang Futing inadvertently, and read lightly:

"The sky is turned upside down, and the lights are lit."

The moment he finished reading, Jiang Futing suddenly turned his head and stared at it coldly.

He couldn't figure it out, Lu Changku's still couldn't figure out right and wrong at such a critical time.

It's all like this, what is it still obsessed with? What else does it expect from Lu Changrong?

But at the same time as he was angry, Lu Changku's dodging gaze made him instinctively rise up a sense of crisis!

Lu Changrong!

He immediately turned around, but it was a step too late.

Bow your head, turn your head, and turn back again.

However, a simple action of two or three seconds is an unmissable opportunity for Lu Changrong to turn the tables.

He didn't know what means he used, but he had already untied the cotton cloth in his hand.

When Jiang Futing saw it, half of the cloth in his hand had been shaken off piecemeal.

The moment the two met their gaze, Lu Changrong's body jumped back like a rabbit with agility.

The cloth hanging on his hand was all scattered on the ground.

When Jiang Futing reached out to touch the inner pocket of his coat, he clutched the tool knife in his hand: "Lu Changrong, don't do anything that you regret again!" ”

Lu Changrong took out the things in his arms and replied, "This has to disappoint you, I have never regretted it." ”

Jiang Futing glanced at it and found what he was holding in his hand

It's also a disc, exactly the same as the one that guides you!

It's just that just by putting this disc there, it can make people want to surrender from the bottom of their hearts.

The inexplicable breath rippled through the air like water waves.

Lu Changku, the moment he saw it, was stunned, and muttered, "It turns out that this is ······"

That's right, this is a serious magic weapon, unlike the one in his hand, which is a shoddy pirated copy.

As for this pirated ······

Jiang Futing did not shy away from throwing the pirated copy in his hand on the table.

It's just to lure him in.

Lu Changrong's gaze stayed on the pirated disc for a moment, and said to Jiang Futing with regret: "I originally wanted to play with you for a while, but unfortunately the situation does not allow it, the sky will not let you live, you accept your fate, junior brother." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his other hand took out a piece of paper with strange patterns from his pocket and quickly pasted it on the disc in his arms.

Suddenly, the disc swelled like a bomb that had exploded suddenly.

Light and heat are like mudslides venting in all directions.

At the same time, Lu Changku, who was on the side, suddenly underwent a terrible change uncontrollably.

His soul was like a balloon, constantly expanding, blowing bigger and bigger, and his blood-stained facial features were pulled until they were deformed and distorted.

Souls almost filled the room, and from solidification to more and more transparent, like a piece of brown paper that could be blown and broken.

As long as you break it lightly with your hand, it will "snap!" "All of a sudden, it's crisp and shattered.

Jiang Futing was shocked by this bizarre scene that he had never seen before.

But even if he hadn't seen it, he knew that if he continued like this, Lu Changku would definitely die.

He forcibly urged his own strength, and the turbid qi flowed out of his body, dispersing into a mist without hesitation, covering Lu Changku's soul, and protecting it for a short time.

"Lu Changrong, what are you doing? It's your brother. Jiang Futing pinched the weapon in his hand and walked towards him.

Lu Changrong took out a strange drawing of runic paper from his pocket and pasted it on the disc: "Just because it's my brother, since it's embarrassed to kill people and wants to get my understanding, it can only contribute its dedication." ”

He said bullshit without changing his face.

However, Jiang Futing quickly reacted from his careful movements that the rune paper he was pasting was not as simple as ordinary rune paper.

Lu Changrong is not a cultivator, where did he get the ability to urge the magic weapon?

Since there is none, it is definitely necessary to borrow.

I don't know that there is still the breath of the head of the Immortal Sect on the rune paper.

After thinking about it like this, he sped up with the knife in his hand, and swept to Lu Changrong like lightning, and at the same time, the tool knife in his hand swung at his soft underbelly again, and he couldn't help but sneer: "Shameless." ”

Lu Changrong paused his hand on the talisman paper, but his body sensitively dodged the oncoming heavy attacks, "I am shameless, and I am also here to cleanse the world and eradicate the scum." ”

"Don't put gold on your face." Jiang Futing approached him easily again

, The blade brushed his forehead and shaved off a small handful of short hair with sideburns, "The scum wears no matter how beautiful the clothes are, after all, he is the scum." ”

The sharp words made Lu Changrong suddenly angry, and his red eyes could almost drip blood.

In the midst of the embarrassment, he finally pasted the third rune paper.

The brilliant white light on the disc suddenly changed in a different way, and it was originally an endless stream of vitality and beauty, but in the blink of an eye, it seemed to turn into a monster and produce a terrifying suction.

Unceremoniously devours everything here.

It doesn't matter if it's dead or alive.

Jiang Futing's soul trembled violently, and for the first time, he had an instinctive fear of something, which was a feeling of his life being threatened by an unknown object.

In the crisis of life and death, he immediately stopped without dragging his feet, quickly retreated, and took a few steps away from Lu Changrong.

Waiting for his heels to settle, Jiang Futing raised his head.

Lu Changrong sighed regretfully: "It's a pity, I almost won once." ”

A thin layer of cold sweat welled up on Jiang Futing's back.

He calmly calculated the turbidity qi that could be mobilized in his body, what step he could make himself, and how long Lu Changku's current state could be protected with his current ability.

But the power in the body is so small that it is like a dry riverbed.

With one point, one point less.

Unless you leave this place, or find out what exactly is suppressing the power within yourself.

But apparently, now the situation is urgent

It doesn't support him to ponder these slowly.

(End of chapter)