Perhaps anyone who had met Chang Fei wouldn’t find anything about this youth worth paying attention to.
In their eyes, he was nothing more than a fat sheep—easy to bully or neglect.
But what they didn’t know was that the leader of Kill Fox, the organization that had elite talents from both home and abroad willingly under its banner, was precisely this boy who looked so easy to bully at first glance.
Ever since someone persuaded him to try living an ordinary life, Chang Fei had been trying hard to correct his long-ingrained habits.
Yet sometimes, when he simply couldn’t hold back, he would act just like he was doing now.
Tian Mi felt like his head was about to be crushed by this youth right in front of him.
He screamed in terror, desperately begging the boy who had easily dodged his attacks even while airborne to spare him.
Watching Chang Fei being thrown into the air by that airport girl, Tian Mi genuinely thought this girl must be quite easy to bully.
He couldn’t understand where she got such ghost-controlling strength to hold him tightly in her palm like this.
Chang Fei sneered coldly at this lovesick soul.
When Tian Mi attacked Lu Li, he was already at the hospital gate.
At that moment, he recognized the aura—this guy was clearly the so-called lovesick soul who had once bent down to Leng Yiqing!
At first, he wondered if the lovesick soul was a girl emotionally scarred long ago by Leng Yiqing’s father, worried whether the spirit was angry or resentful because of the body it had taken.
But now he realized, this was no lovesick girl! It was an uncle! His mouth still had unshaven stubble, his facial features were nothing special, but more importantly, he hadn’t even taken care of himself properly—the clothes he wore were downright unpresentable.
Most crucially… his physique! This broad, horizontal build didn’t look like someone broken-hearted over love at all.
No matter how you looked at it, this was a perverted freak with an abnormal orientation!
Chang Fei was one hundred percent certain of this.
As for the reason… well, wasn’t it obvious?
At this moment, he was wavering between the gender of the youth and the girl.
This guy clearly didn’t care as long as someone was pretty—no matter the side.
If that was true, then he absolutely couldn’t let this guy go.
Whether for Xu Yiqing or the original Leng Yiqing, this guy’s existence was far too dangerous.
It wasn’t simply that Chang Fei was annoyed because this guy had occupied Leng Yiqing’s body for so many years and almost ruined Xu Yiqing’s reputation.
“You… what do you want? I warn you! My father in my past life was Yanluo! If you touch me, you will die a horrible death!”
Feeling the hand gripping his head tighten, this lovesick soul, Tian Mi, finally panicked, screaming and struggling.
But the boy who heard this seriously stroked his chin: “Yanluo? Then I should be the bigger one, right?”
A playful smile crept onto his lips. “Want me to kill you and see if the Yanluo King comes after me?”
“You… who exactly are you?” Tian Mi was truly terrified.
Chang Fei seemed completely indifferent to life and death.
That was abnormal!
Even a Taoist wouldn’t be truly fearless without transcending life and death!
“I’m nobody. Just a passerby who likes to meddle, an angry good citizen who can’t stand your behavior. As an outstanding citizen of this city, I have the duty to send you home.”
Saying that, he squeezed with his hand, and amid Tian Mi’s screams, the man vanished completely midair.
Chang Fei clenched his fist, glanced at the black powder in his hand, and sprinkled it down.
The powder was fine and dense, sinking into the ground in the blink of an eye.
He sighed quietly, clasping his hands behind his back, shaking his head slightly.
The other party was so easy to deal with, yet had occupied a mortal body for so long.
He still didn’t know why that guy had left Xu Yiqing’s side to control Feng Shuangrou now.
Something about this situation seemed more complicated than he had imagined…
Just as he was thinking this, a series of thumping sounds came from behind.
Turning around, he saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with a Taoist topknot fastened with a hairpin, dressed in Taoist robes, carrying a Taomu Sword.
His eyes shone like lightbulbs as he kowtowed repeatedly in Chang Fei’s direction.
In the blink of an eye, his forehead was red and bleeding from the kowtows.
Those around stared in disbelief, whispering and pointing at the boy.
Yet the boy, undeterred, kowtowed once more and smiled: “Master! I have performed the three kowtows and nine prostrations as a formal disciple bowing ritual. Please accept me as your disciple! Lead me in slaying demons and exorcising evil!”
“Are you joking?!” Chang Fei was stunned, pointing at his own nose before suddenly realizing another problem: “How can you see me?!”
Chang Fei had used the Invisibility Technique when he was thrown into the air.
In theory, no one except ghosts should be able to see him.
So why… could this boy not only see him but also seemed to want to apprentice under him?!
Feeling like no one understood him lately, and he didn’t understand himself either… Oh well, tomorrow’s a day off—perfect for outlining and revising the next eleven chapters that haven’t been touched yet… It’s all a bit messy…