Zhang Yi's answer surprised table Xiaodie. Unexpectedly, in addition to the wind and purple smoke, the man was not fascinated by her smoke.
It seems that this man is by no means simple. I'm afraid he is also an exorcist.
When Feng Ziyan heard Zhang Yi say so, he was immediately interested.
She ran back to Zhang Yi and sat down, then said to the table Butterfly:
"Jump! I watch it with Zhang Yi! If you don't dance well, I'll kill you! "
The table butterfly wanted to dance immediately, but she found that there was no music.
Zhang Yi also saw the embarrassment of the table butterfly. As soon as he raised his hand, an ancient Qin was taken out of the space magic tools and presented horizontally on his knee.
Then Zhang changed hands and the melodious sound of the piano began.
Feng Ziyan stared at Zhang Yi in surprise, as if he had discovered the new world:
"Zhang Yi, can you play the piano? Listen! "
With music, table butterfly soon mastered the rhythm of music and expressed her thoughts.
Immediately, the little butterfly on the table began to shake his body and dance gracefully.
The movement in the house gradually became larger, and both the caravan and other passers-by in the yard attracted attention.
Some of them couldn't help but get up and go out to check, but when they saw the Fuxing disciples guarding Zhang Yi's room, they didn't dare to ask, so they had to go back to the room to sleep.
In Zhang Yi's room, the beautiful dance is still moving.
It has to be said that table butterfly really has dance talent and deep dance skills.
Her dancing posture can perfectly fit the music, express the central idea of music through dance, and present her understanding of beauty at the same time.
Especially as a ghost, her dancing posture has been brought into greater play, far better than living people.
After all, no living person can twist her head 360 degrees by dancing. Her joints can twist wantonly, and a joint can be broken where there is no joint.
Coupled with her ghostly body shape, her dance is full of a strong and distinctive personal style, which looks ghostly, evil and strange, with an alternative beauty.
When Zhang Yi's song ended, the dance of table butterfly stopped accurately.
Feng Ziyan clapped his hands happily:
"Yes! Good! Good! "
While excited, she couldn't help whispering to Zhang Yi:
"Zhang Yi, is she good at dancing?"
The wind and purple smoke dazzled her. She just felt very powerful. But it would be too difficult for her to really understand art.
Fortunately, she asked if she knew or didn't understand, and the object of the question was Zhang Yi.
While asking, Feng Ziyan also stretched out his hand to move Zhang Yi's strings. It seems that he also wants to learn from Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi took the Qin back to the space magic weapon and replied:
"The dance can only be said to be sloppy, but the personal style is strong and vivid, and full of new ideas. So on the whole, it's not bad. "
When Feng Ziyan heard that Zhang Yi said it was good, he immediately waved to the table Butterfly:
"You go! I am a man of my word! "
Table Xiaodie couldn't help but disbelieve when she heard fengziyan say so.
She checked around the room. Feng Ziyan's mana had already been removed. Now she can leave freely.
But in doubt, the table butterfly asked cautiously:
"Master, are you really willing to let me go?"
Feng Ziyan was unhappy at this:
"Why, do you think I look like a liar? But dare to say I'm a liar. Be careful I'll kill you with one punch! "
At this point, the wind Ziyan raised his fist, which made the table butterfly tremble.
Table butterfly is about to flee the room and dare not stay any longer.
But when she came to the window and was about to leave, she suddenly stopped.
She suddenly knelt down in front of the wind and purple smoke:
"Master, Xiaodie knows you are a good man. Please save my sisters! We didn't want to harm people, but we were coerced by a millennium tree demon and had to come out to absorb human essence for the Millennium tree demon to cultivate. Xiaodie knows your chivalrous heart. Please help my sisters! "
When Feng Ziyan heard this, he suddenly burst into laughter.
She smiled, her eyes bent into crescent moon, and her mouth couldn't close.
She proudly said to Zhang Yi:
"Zhang Yi, she said I was a good man and that I was chivalrous! This is the first time I have been discovered! "
Zhang Yi said helplessly:
"You don't really want to save those female ghosts?"
When Feng Ziyan heard Zhang Yi say this, he asked nervously:
"Can I go? I want to be a great Xia and uphold justice! You know, I saw Huang Feihong's TV play some time ago and thought it was wonderful! If you let me go... "
Zhang Yi waved impatiently:
"Go early and return early."
Feng Ziyan likes to have fun. Now that she has the opportunity, Zhang Yi doesn't mind letting her play.
If you were Zhang Yi, you wouldn't care about the little butterfly at all.
If what table Xiaodie said is true, Zhang Yi will not save a group of evil spirits. If what table Xiaodie said is false, it must be evil to lure Feng Ziyan to her nest, and then let stronger ghosts attack Feng Ziyan.
But whether true or false, it doesn't matter. Fengziyan has absolute power. She is basically invincible on this planet. Zhang Yi doesn't worry that others will hurt her.
Just like this, Zhang Yicai assured Feng Ziyan to play.
When Feng Ziyan heard Zhang Yi's promise, he immediately smiled:
"I knew you were the best to me, Zhang Yi! When I defeat the bad guys, I'll come back and tell you a story to let you know how I teach the bad guys! "
Speaking of this, Feng Ziyan ran to the table butterfly, grabbed the table butterfly from the ground, then kneaded her into a ball, kneaded her into a ball again, and held her in his hand.
"I'm going to uphold justice!"
The wind Ziyan shouted happily, and then the whole man hit the wall.
"Bang!!!"
She hit a big hole in the wall.
She was so impatient that she didn't even want to waste time bypassing the gate. Instead, she broke through the wall directly.
A big hole was opened in the good wall, and the wet and cold night wind suddenly blew in from the big hole and surged in the room.
A lot of dew was blown into the room and sprinkled on Zhang Yi's head and face, which made Zhang Yi look at the big hole and frown deeply. He couldn't help but say angrily to the night outside the big hole:
"Wind! Purple! Smoke! Can't you let me save dessert! "
Few people can make Zhang Yi so angry again and again. Fengziyan is absolutely unique.
Knowing that Feng Ziyan was mentally retarded, stupid and stupid, Zhang Yicai never bothered with her.
Zhang Yiyuan thought that fengziyan would slowly mature, but he found that he thought too much. I haven't seen it for 50 years. There is no difference between today's wind purple smoke and that of that year.
"Big... Master!"
Fang Qingsheng, the scholar who was frightened just now, finally understood everything:
"Thank you for saving your life, master Ziyan. Otherwise, the student's life will be killed by the female ghost!"
Zhang Yi said lightly:
"It is fate that we can meet here. Since there is fate, there is no need to say more. "
Hearing this, Fang Qingsheng paid a sincere tribute to Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi sat quietly on the futon without any meaning to talk to Fang Qingsheng.
The night wind poured in from the big hole in the wall. Fang Qingsheng couldn't continue reading. At the same time, he didn't dare to sleep. He had to curl up in the corner with his quilt and wait for dawn.
After a while, as the smoke effect faded, the other two scholars finally woke up.
"How cold is it? Oh, my God! When did the wall collapse? Why didn't we notice? "
The two cold awake scholars stared at the wall with a big hole and looked confused.
Fang Qingsheng tried to explain to them, but after talking for a long time, he found it difficult for him to explain clearly, so he stopped explaining.
After hearing that the two scholars were haunted, they were also frightened and shrank together with Fang Qingsheng, shivering and sleepless.
As time went by, it was about to dawn.
At this time, a scholar suddenly pointed to the big hole in the wall and exclaimed in the distance:
"Ghost! Many... Many ghosts! "
Fang Qingsheng and another scholar couldn't help looking out of the big hole in the wall.
I saw a group of ghostly beauties floating here in the dark wasteland far away.
Seeing this scene, Fang Qingsheng was fine, and the other two scholars were already scared and screamed.
Soon, the female ghosts had drilled in from the big hole in the wall.
There were at least more than ten beauties, which immediately filled the room, making the Yin in the whole room frightening.
Zhang Yi was unmoved. He knew it must have something to do with the wind and purple smoke.
Sure enough, fengziyan soon came in and ran to Zhang Yi to sit down:
"Zhang Yi, I saved all these ghosts!"
With the words of wind Ziyan, female ghosts in the room salute to wind Ziyan one after another:
"Thank you, master! Master ender, our sisters will never forget! "
Hearing the female ghosts' thanks, Feng Ziyan became more and more proud.
She couldn't help holding her head up and asked Zhang Yi:
"How's it going? I'm good! "
Zhang Yi asked:
"Did you kill the Millennium tree demon?"
Feng Ziyan shook his head:
"No, there she is!"
With that, the wind purple smoke pointed to a middle-aged beautiful woman among the female ghosts.
The middle-aged beautiful woman was dressed in beautiful clothes and looked graceful. She walked out of the group of female ghosts and began to salute Zhang Yi.
The middle-aged beautiful woman is obviously a monster, and she has some monster characteristics. For example, she has no legs under her skirt, and some have only countless tree roots. These roots support her body and enable her to move.
Zhang Yi wondered:
"I thought you killed her."
Fengziyan wants to save the female ghosts, so the best way to save the female ghosts is to kill the Millennium tree demon that controls the female ghosts.
However, the wind purple smoke returned with the Millennium tree demon, and there was no killing opportunity, which made Zhang Yi very confused.