Ye Anrong reached out to take the drawings in front of him, Lin Zhihui suddenly pressed her arm, Ye Anrong's face was slightly red, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, he looked up and was about to speak, but found that he was staring intently in the direction of the door.

Looking at Lin Zhihui's line of sight, there seemed to be something flashing, Ye Anrong's eyes immediately widened, his ruddy lips opened, and he almost screamed.

A man appeared in the house out of thin air.

Ye Anrong looked at the closed door in disbelief, she could be sure that she didn't hear any sound, and there was absolutely no third person in the original room, so what was the matter with the person in front of her.

If it weren't for Lin Zhihui holding down her arm, Ye Anrong felt that he might have jumped up just now, but why did he do this, could it be that he had a premonition that this person would appear?

His thoughts were in a mess, and Ye Anrong turned his head to look at Lin Zhihui, who was on guard, with a stomach full of questions.

Lin Zhihui frowned slightly, and looked vigilantly at the man who suddenly appeared at the door, the man was dressed in a regular blue robe, with a bun on his head, silk shoes on his feet, and a pendant with a gossip pattern tied around his waist, dressed as a Taoist priest, but Lin Zhihui would not be naïve to think that he was really a Taoist priest from which mountain, and the other party clearly had obvious aura fluctuations.

Immortal or monster? It can't be that Candle Ying is there in person, Lin Zhihui looked at the look of the person who came, while quickly analyzing, it doesn't seem to be very cruel, could it be that he took the wrong path, in fact, he didn't come to trouble him?

However, Lin Zhihui was obviously too naïve, as soon as the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi stood still, he turned his head to look over, stared at him directly, stared at him a few times, raised his hand and released a cold light, and came straight to the door in front of him.

Ye Anrong immediately let out an exclamation, no matter how bold she was, she really couldn't calm down when she suddenly encountered this kind of supernatural scene, especially the dazzling light, like a thunderbolt, with a compelling coercion, lightning was coming in an instant.

Lin Zhihui cursed in his heart, if he was the only one, it would be easy to say, but now there is Ye Anrong by his side, who knows that he escaped, will the other party attack her, in a hurry, he had to kick the coffee table with both feet, grabbed Ye Anrong with his backhand, and jumped vertically backwards, and flipped backwards with the sofa to dodge.

The coffee table fell to the ground and made a dull sound, and the cold light flew over Lin Zhihui's head, submerged into the wall behind him, and made a soft sound, and the wall skin fell with a sigh, and the dust flew everywhere, revealing an irregular hole.

Lin Zhihui was terrified after seeing the cold hairs stand on end, if he hit his body this time, he would have to take his life, and he was about to turn over, when the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi had already pounced in a flash, and he raised his fist at him.

Ye Anrong rolled to the ground, dizzy, just opened his eyes, and was about to see if Lin Zhihui was injured, when he saw the fist approaching, he couldn't help but gasp.

This punch is full of wind and strength, if Lin Zhihui dodges, it will definitely fall on Ye Anrong, the consequences are unimaginable, so he has to take a hard beat, in Ye Anrong's exclamation, he grabbed the wrist of the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi, threw his backhand, and kicked out violently at the same time, taking advantage of the opportunity of the opponent's dodge, pulling Ye Anrong to jump up and block her behind.

Ye Anrong was afraid that he would become a burden to Lin Zhihui, and he didn't dare to catch him, just kept looking up and down, and said, "How are you?"

"Don't be afraid. Almost as soon as her words came out, Lin Zhihui also whispered, pushing her behind him with his hand.

The Taoist priest in Tsing Yi fell to the ground lightly, his toes touched the ground, and he was about to rush over, Lin Zhihui didn't care about exposing the secret, he pressed his chest with his backhand, and his mind moved slightly, and a gray light suddenly bloomed from him, protecting him and Ye Anrong behind him.

Seeing the gray light curtain, the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi paused, stopped, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, Lin Zhihui saw that there was a door, and hurriedly raised his hand and pushed forward and said: "Slow, what are you, you want to seek revenge, but also to report your family, at least you can't let me die and be a fool." ”

"Phew, you don't deserve to know Ben Xingjun's name. The Taoist priest in Tsing Yi shook the sleeves of his robe and said proudly.

“...... I haven't offended you, you're looking for the wrong person. Lin Zhihui was still confused, the fluctuations on the other party's body were like fairy qi, and he asked himself that except for occasionally joking with Bi Jie, he should have provoked any immortal.

"It's you. The Taoist priest in Tsing Yi angrily stretched out his hand and pointed at Lin Zhihui, "Are you the first in the world, do you dare to say that "The Rise of the God Emperor" was not written by you?"

The corners of Lin Zhihui's mouth twitched, and a bad premonition immediately rose in his heart, although he was forced to be helpless, but he also knew that his way of writing always dropped the chain at a critical moment to smash the reader, and it was indeed a public anger, but with the support of the gods, he was not afraid of ordinary readers looking for trouble, but if any of the gods looked at him unpleasantly, it would be a bit tricky.

Ye Anrong, who was hiding behind him, blinked, poked his head out slightly, and looked at the stinky Taoist priest in Tsing Yi opposite with some curiosity, thoughtfully.

"Calm down. Lin Zhihui looked at him as if he was about to go berserk again, and hurriedly said: "I'm just a knife catcher, I can't make the decision what I write, there is a debtor who is wronged, you want to take revenge and be angry, you should go to the master, you shouldn't come to me, this little minion." ”

"Hmph, neither of you should even think of running. The Taoist priest in Tsing Yi was obviously very angry, and he looked like he didn't eat oil and salt, and said stiffly: "After cleaning you up, I will naturally settle accounts with him." ”

The other party refused to sign up, and Lin Zhihui couldn't think of which guy he was implicated in, he was secretly anxious, and worried that Ye Anrong was in danger, so he had to discuss with the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi first: "The person you are looking for is me, then let her go first, she has nothing to do with this matter." ”

The Taoist priest in Tsing Yi glanced at Ye Anrong and snorted at Lin Zhihui: "This Xingjun is not so easy to fool, you two are clearly in a gang, I let her go, you are trying to find a way to escape, isn't it, dreaming!"

Lin Zhihui almost fell back in anger, he didn't expect the gods to have this style, looking at the flat-headed and straight-faced one, he was indeed like a stunned person, and he didn't want to make money with anger at the moment, since the soft one was not good, he came to the hard one, and immediately secretly urged the token to summon the prey to come over to help, but he was a novice, and he was not very familiar with the formula, and the slight breath fluctuation immediately aroused the vigilance of the other party.

"What the hell are you messing with?" The Taoist priest in Tsing Yi stood with his eyebrows, seemed to notice something, glanced around, and suddenly flashed in front of the two of them, raised his hand and slapped Lin Zhihui with a palm, as if he wanted to break through his defense, but was shocked back, Lin Zhihui was happy, and saw the other party's big sleeves wave, releasing a golden light, and used the two as a hood.