Song Tingfeng stood there in a daze, thinking about the meaning of these two words for a long time.

Could it be a kind of love name?

He saw on the school forum that someone really likes to swear words before having fun and seek excitement. Chen Fu just called him the teacher, but now he talked about beasts and connected them together...

Song Tingfeng's eyes flashed, and classmate Chen was even more interesting than he thought.

Besides, when Chen Fu cursed these two words, he kept observing Song Tingfeng's reaction. He thought he would feel guilty, but he never thought that the other party's gaze would ripples slightly, and his gaze would be burning.

Chen Fu frowned, what is the reaction?

Wu Muzhi, who was watching, couldn't help but shake his head. There were even more shameless people in this world than him. The Immortal Lord, a classmate, would have the potential to be a devil in the future.

Song Tingfeng broke the deadlock: "Continue to read the questions?"

Chen Fu: "I will talk about the rest next time. There will be classes tomorrow, so I will have some rest first."

As he said that, he led him to the room he had cleaned up, Song Tingfeng was stunned for a moment and found that the two of them were not living in the same room.

Feeling that the person behind him stopped moving forward, Chen Fu turned his head, half-joking and half-smugly: "Teacher, hurry up."

Upon hearing this, Song Tingfeng's throat moved suspiciously, and he went upstairs with him. The first thing he said was where the bathroom upstairs was.

Chen Fu pointed him in the direction and sighed to himself that although Song Tingfeng grew into a cruel and ruthless devil in the future, he is still a college student who is not very good at kidney.

Maybe my attitude towards him should be calmer.

At night, the abyss beast flapped its wings and flew to the second floor. The beds in the room were very neat and could not even be seen at all. Song Tingfeng sat on a solid wood chair, drinking tea, and looked old-fashioned.

The Abyss Beast stopped in front of him and used his wings to convey the message he wanted to express.

The sound of closing the door sounded, and Chen Fu, who had just lying on the bed, looked through the glass, and Song Tingfeng's back disappeared into the darkness.

All kinds of sins will be born in the nights of the city, whether it is human or other species.

A handsome young man was gnawing at a girl's body in the woods. The girl was no longer breathing. The young man's face was covered in blood. When he was satisfied, a cicada flew in front of him.

"Get out."

The young man waved impatiently.

Several of the golden cicada's eyes turned at the same time, and its mouth made a gurgling sound.

The young man's face became solemn. It was impossible for a cicada to make such noises. He realized that he might have met his kind.

The small mouth like a golden cicada straw was opened and closed, with just a few simple syllables. The young man felt his heart swelling, as if he was about to burst.

He opened his mouth with difficulty, and part of the girl's blood that he had just sucked out was flowing back.

The leaves rustled, and several sparrows flew out in fright, causing a series of sounds.

Song Tingfeng put his hand in his pocket and leaned against the tree trunk. He stretched out his hand and a small black dot stopped in the center of his palm: "Are you full?"

The abyss beast moved its head, and the latter used leaves to wipe the blood stains on its mouth.

When she was about to leave, Song Tingfeng's ears moved and he stopped.

A white-haired monster appeared out of thin air. The slender fluff on his body was a very unnatural pale, which was incompatible with the dark night.

The Abyss Beast is already full and is not very interested in the sudden appearance of the person.

Song Tingfeng: "Speak, or get out."

The White-haired Monster: "You are the first one in the past thousand years to be recognized by the Abyss Beast." He changed his voice and brought out a strange tone: "It's a pity that, so talented, the name of this No. 1 Immortal Lord fell on an unknown junior."

Song Tingfeng glanced at him.

The white-haired weirdo smiled and said, "Zhang Zhishui's ability to become an immortal is probably due to a treasure, probably a piece of wood, maybe it was a Wannian Wutong Wood. I saw you come out of his villa and you have a good relationship, which is a great opportunity..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Tingfeng thought about it, the golden cicada beast moved its mouth, and the white-haired monster exploded in the air, scattering into countless willow catkins.

"It's a pity that's not the original body," he glanced at the Abyss Beast, "Let's go."

The sky was already hazy, and Song Tingfeng bought breakfast and went back, but Chen Fu did not mention the matter of him going out in the middle of the night.

"Have a dog." Song Tingfeng suddenly said.

Chen Fu put down the fried dough sticks and looked up at him.

Song Tingfeng: "There are some unclean things outside the villa."

Chen Fu: "It's okay, there's something better already."

The chopsticks in Wu Muzhi's hand cracked into two pieces.

Chen Fu originally wanted to go to the store to take a look, but because Song Tingfeng was around, it was easy to arouse suspicion. After dinner, the two of them went to school side by side.

The breeze blew on my face, cool and comfortable, everything was perfect, but occasionally Song Tingfeng's eyes would pass by Wu Muzhi, "Why did he always stick to you?"

Wu Muzhi almost vomited a mouthful of demon blood.

Chen Fu said lightly: "He can't leave me ten meters."

Song Tingfeng's eyes were dim, "Why?"

Chen Fu: "I can't feel at ease when I do evil."

Song Tingfeng had a glimmer of enlightenment in his eyes: "So you will keep the evil people by your side?"

Chen Fu thought about this sentence repeatedly and always felt something was wrong: "We practitioners should uphold justice."

Song Tingfeng: "Then will you bring the kind-hearted person with you?"

Chen Fu's lips moved, but he didn't speak in the end.

The two handsome guys are walking on the road, and the picture is pleasing to the eye.

When passing by a shop, Song Tingfeng suddenly said, "The place you recommended last time is good."

Chen Fu glanced at his shop and wondered if he was testing him.

Song Tingfeng: "Very accurate."

Chen Fu frowned... It was really a test.

He nodded in agreement and did not say a word.

Chen Fu's major is mostly dealing with numbers, and the content is boring. Today, three classes were held together. He lost interest after hearing it. He took advantage of the teacher's blackboard writing and sneaked away from the back door.

Just as I saw fresh air outside, I swept a figure in the afterglow.

Chen Fu: "You skip classes too?"

Song Tingfeng shook his head: "I told the teacher that I didn't feel very comfortable."

“Where is uncomfortable?”

Song Tingfeng: "I'm in good health."

Chen Fu curled his lips, what is the difference between this and skipping class?

He slowly walked down the stairs, and Song Tingfeng said, "Where are you going?"

"Library," Chen Fu said: "Go to study."

Song Tingfeng's eyes moved, skipping class to study, why did he sound so weird?

You can walk one road, but he can walk too. For example, now, Wu Muzhi reluctantly accompanied Chen Fu to the library. Song Tingfeng was a few steps faster than them, but they were all heading in one direction.

Chen Fu found a quietest place in the corner and prepared paper and pen, but there was no book in front of him.

The arc of his head raised was about 45 degrees, frozen in one position, and his eyes remained motionless.

Song Tingfeng was too obvious. He sat at a nearby table and would occasionally glance at it. He found that Chen Fu had an action from beginning to end, so he simply went to see it openly.

After a long time, Chen Fu adjusted his sitting posture and wrote as if he was helping him. He was done in one go, but his jaw was still slightly raised.

Song Tingfeng was surprised by this learning method, but Wu Muzhi was also amazed at it. Out of curiosity, Song Tingfeng stood up and walked to Chen Fu to make a statement, "If you have any doubts, I can try to help answer."

Chen Fu moved to the side and made a space for him.

The two of them faced a piece of paper, heading to each other, Wu Muzhi on the opposite side was stunned-

Inexplicably matched.

Song Tingfeng's grades can rank among the top three in the same major. In fact, he has no interest in going to school, but just habitually does everything well.

However, it is a different matter now.

Chen Fu sat beside him, subconsciously trying to show his best side, and even gain the other party's admiration.

From Wu Muzhi's perspective, the peacock who was distracted from his screen and courting.

There were many words written on the paper, and Song Tingfeng did not speak for a moment. After a while, he said, "Buddhism?"

Chen Fu bent his fingers and knocked on one place: "I heard that the monk will leave relics after his death."

Song Tingfeng did not think about the purification of the demonic energy. The relics are the most treasures. Wearing them around you can calm your energy and concentrate your mind, which is of great benefit to your cultivation.

"Every time the relics appear, they will cause crazy competition, and this opportunity is difficult to seize," he added: "I will pay attention to you."

The information provided by the system is too complicated. Chen Fu only selected a few parts to record on the paper, which has consumed a lot of effort.

After rubbing his eyebrows and putting things away, Chen Fu suddenly looked at him: "Why did you ask me to take in your contract beast?"
To be continued...