Chapter 239: A Black Face With An Even Darker Hear (2/2)

“Who?” Feng Feiyun comforted Nangong Hongyan then went out of the carriage to stare at the darkness.

“Swoosh!” A shadow fell from the sky to the top of the carriage. This was a person without a face. No, it was not that he didn’t have a face, it was because it was too black, just like the bottom of a kettle pot.

One really couldn’t see his face in the dark. Only when he smiled could one see his two rows of white teeth.

“Haha, Brother Feng, I’ve been looking for you for a while and finally found you.” Bi Ningshuai smilingly walked forward with his black face as if he had just come out of a coal mine. He had short and messy spiky hair. He acted without any reservation as if he was very familiar with Feng Feiyun. Unfortunately, it was difficult to compliment his smile despite his friendly effort.

“Who are you?” Feng Feiyun also smiled while being discreetly cautious.

“I am Bi Ningshuai, of course. The young romantic of the Technique Tower, number one on the Pagoda’s Hundreds List.” He was still laughing loudly while rubbing his palms — that were even darker than his face — together. He really thought that his laughter was quite amiable.

If it wasn’t for the princess’ threat, he would have ran long ago instead of coming here to mess with Feng Feiyun. After all, Dongfang Mu’s result was as clear as day for all to see.

At this minute, he could only persevere onward.

Feng Feiyun asked: “You are number one on the list?”

“Ahem, let me finish. The number one on the list once had a wonderful time together with me, hehe.” He naturally wouldn’t tell Feng Feiyun that he stole the millennium spirit flower that was grown by the number one expert of the list. He was chased for nine days and nine nights and ran frantically for more than 37,000 miles, almost losing his life in the process.

“Why are you here?” Feng Feiyun still felt that something was wrong with this black-faced young man’s eyes. He kept on looking at his Infinite Spirit Ring with the gaze of a villain that had just been released from prison, staring at a beautiful young woman.

“I, I… Master, please accept me!” Bi Ningshuai suddenly dropped on the ground and grabbed Feng Feiyun’s legs. He bawled with both tears and saliva running over Feng Feiyun’s thighs, then he sobbingly cried out: “Master Feng, I have been a big fan of you for a long time; you have been my role model and idol ever since. When I was still in my mother’s belly, I swore that when I grew up, I would be a heroic man like you. Taking care of people while walking with an indomitable heroism… We can work together to do bad things…”

“Ahem, Master, please take me in as your disciple and teach me your great demonic techniques.” He finished.

Feng Feiyun frowned exasperatedly. This bastard actually used his pants to wipe his tears away, causing a huge area to be wet. Feng Feiyun really wanted to kick this bastard flying.

Where did this guy crawl out from?

“I’m still not fifteen yet.” Feng Feiyun coughed and revealed the truth.

Bi Ningshuai stopped crying for a moment before wailing even louder than before, as if he was a pig being butchered: “Master Feng, please accept me and teach me your heaven-defying youth-restoration technique!”

Feng Feiyun was clenching his fist and ready to beat this guy up. The person was even more scoundrelly than him and quite difficult to deal with. Knocking him out with one punch was the best way to solve this problem.

Right when Feng Feiyun grinned and was about to do it, Bi Ningshuai who was bawling on the ground suddenly stopped as if nothing had happened. He patted the dirt on his clothes and said: “Brother Feng, may we meet again in the future. Goodbye for now.”

With that, he flew into the night curtain and disappeared.

He went from a moment of heart-wrenching cries to getting up and leaving right away.

His arrival was a mystery and his departure was even more baffling.

Feng Feiyun was puzzled. He looked at the dark night and wondered about the origin of the black-faced young man.

Suddenly, his expression quickly changed. The Infinite Spirit Ring on his thumb had disappeared all of a sudden. There was nothing on his thumb anymore.

It was a Spirit Treasure with a great connection to Feng Feiyun as master and servant. Even if a cultivator of the Ju Qing level wanted to take the ring away from him, he should still have been able to feel it.

That black-faced young man must have stolen it earlier.

“Fuck!” Feng Feiyun loudly cursed. He took his stone saber and frantically gave chase into the dark night while channeling his divine intents to communicate with the ring.

As long as the ring was still within one thousand miles of him, he would be able to call it back at any time. However, there was not the slightest response from the ring. Someone had forcefully severed the connection and sealed the spirit inside the ring.

“Help! Help! It’s an attempted murder! The son of the demon has gone mad and wants to kill me now!” Bi Ningshuai was running while constantly crying for help as if Feng Feiyun wanted to rape him. He ran so fast that he left behind a trail of smoke.