The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

"Hey, you're almost done, and the camouflage will be broken."

Murong Chuan yelled while hiding, but Fengyue intensified: "Shui family's water appearance technique is very strong, even if you lose your appearance, the disguise will not be broken.

Today, my aunt will revenge her revenge, she will revenge her grudges, and she will get back her capital and interest. "

"Fuck, are you crazy? Last time I saw you were a man, why did you become a woman? Does the Feng family still have a gender-changing technique?"

Murong Chuan was quick to wit, and changed the subject to hit the point. Fengyue's pretty eyes turned cold, and said coldly: "You are very smart, I can help you if you need."

"Don't, don't, don't, it's fine.

Although I fantasized about the ease of lying with my legs apart, there are health benefits to being more active. "

Murong Chuan's face turned green, he had seen with his own eyes the technique of making little dick grow back.

It is not impossible to say that there is a skill that can change sex.

When he thought of becoming a big girl and a row of strong men standing beside the bed, Murong Chuan felt his ass hurt.

Not only did Murong Chuan turn green, but the monks of the Feng family also turned green.

Murong Chuan's no-holds-barred way of chatting can easily be regarded as a hooligan and beaten up.

What kind of status is Fengyue?

The monks of the Feng family offered Fengyue as a fairy. Not only was this fat man unrestrained, but he was too busy talking nonsense. It's no wonder that the monks are not green.

But Fengyue has no taboos. Instead of being ashamed and annoyed, she waved her fists and laughed coquettishly:
"I think it's a good idea. If you offend so many people and buy you into a brothel, the business must be very good."

"Your uncle, if you don't bring such vicious ones, I don't have such a big crime."

Murong Chuan was angry and scolded, and avoided the strong attack by the way, turning around as if fleeing forward.

Fengyue was not in a hurry, the whirlwind in her hand condensed into a wind whip, and she swung it like whipping an animal.

Bursts of sonic booms, echoing in the silent night sky, coupled with Murong Chuan's wailing, are quite interesting.

At least this trip is no longer boring, and the tense atmosphere of everyone has also weakened a lot.

At the same time, Murong Chuan and Feng Yue began to communicate via sound transmission.

"How long are you going to follow?"

Fengyue questioned in a cold voice while waving his whip, while Murong Chuan ran away and said helplessly: "The longer the better, anyway, we are not in a hurry.

The ancient Naihe tree is so weird, it is better to have someone to explore the way as cannon fodder than to take the risk by yourself. "

"If you're not in a hurry, I can't wait."

Fengyue whipped out a whip bitterly, Murong Chuan dodged it clumsily, and said heartlessly: "It's only been two years since I entered the secret realm, so why panic?"

"Your people are hiding in the magic weapon to enjoy happiness, but my mother's people are cannon fodder, why do you think I'm panicking!"

Fengyue whipped out another whip viciously, this time with all her strength, Murong Chuan grinned in pain.

"I'll go, you're really fighting, Xiang is almost drawn out by you."

Murong Chuan rubbed his buttocks and howled, but Fengyue was angry from the bottom of his heart, and every whip seemed to be merciless.

"Persevere, no matter what, it will last halfway."

Murong Chuan finally set the time, Fengyue was overjoyed, but the strength in his hand increased by three points.

"Come on, we really have to go half way, our vitality has been exhausted to the extreme, and the accumulation of erysipelas has also reached the limit, and we still won't be crushed by you.

If your planned distance is reduced by half again, I will consider giving you preferential treatment and promise not to kill people to steal treasures. "

Fengyue is not negotiating, it is simply coercion and temptation.

No matter how cunning Murong Chuan was, he was surrounded by many divine bridge-level monks, and it only took a moment to kill him, and he didn't have time to react.

If Murong Chuan didn't follow the path and directly killed people to seize treasures, there was nothing he could do.

"Don't threaten me, you won't kill me, and you don't dare to kill me, do you?"

Murongchuan was at ease, Fengyue laughed back in anger, and couldn't help but increase her strength a little.

"Hey, just put on a show, don't go too far."

Murong Chuan rubbed his buttocks and roared angrily, the wind whip hurt more and more, but he really couldn't deal with it.

"Coax me, if it makes me happy, I will consider it."

Fengyue seems to be addicted to playing, and the strength of each whip is increasing. Murong Chuan hastily explained:
"Half of the journey is just the limit. You have reached the limit, and the Holy Cult of Blood Prison will also reach the limit.

When life and death are at stake, the hidden nature and secrets will burst out subconsciously.

At that time, you will rest in the magic weapon, and you will be ready to go to the Zifeng family to clean up the people of the Holy Cult of the Blood Prison. "

When Murong Chuan told the complete plan, Fengyue was surprised for a moment, and then said angrily:
"After cleaning up the Holy Cult of the Blood Prison, it's time to clean up the half-damaged us in one go!"

"Hey, do you have persecution paranoia?

The ancestors of your three aristocratic families, which one can pinch and count, I am so sick, I provoke the ancient aristocratic family.

Not only did I provoke the ancient family, but I was also afraid that the provocation would be unreasonable, and I would also kill the daughter of the family.

Besides, that idiot Jiang Qiancheng was given a magic weapon to protect himself, will you second-generation ancestors know that?
What the fuck, I'm so funny, I insist on trying to scheme against you, and kill a bunch of monks in the Divine Bridge realm by the way.

You say that you are sick, or that there is a hole in my brain, or that your brain is full of shit. "

Murong Chuan's mouth was full of smoke, and the small-mouthed Fengyue was burning with anger, but there was nothing he could do about him.

What people said was the truth, whether it was her status or her life-saving means, Murong Chuan could not provoke her.

Unless there is a life-and-death enmity, no monk is willing to offend the children of the ancient family.

"Hmph, don't give me sloppy eyes. You don't dare to provoke the Feng family, but you dare to teach the Blood Prison Sage? What is your purpose, tell me clearly!"

In order to save face, Fengyue naturally cannot admit defeat.Even if you lose, you can't lose your momentum, so she changed the subject.

"Hey, hey, don't label me indiscriminately, when did I provoke the Holy Cult of Blood Prison.

Besides, I, a little cultivator, dare to provoke the Holy Cult of Blood Prison.

He is a child of the three ancient aristocratic families, but he can't see the evil cults causing harm to all directions. He fights demons and defends the Tao in the secret realm, and defends the banner of justice in the practice world. "

Murong Chuan spoke nonsense in a serious manner, almost making Feng Yue angry.

The bastard of feelings didn't mention killing people with a knife, but also dumped the disaster on them, and even thought of an excuse.

"Hey, what kind of expression do you have, I don't even want to give you reputation, you can't really be sick."

Murong Chuan was unreasonable and unforgiving, Feng Yue viciously whipped the wind whip, although he was very unhappy on the lips, but in his heart he was very satisfied with Murong Chuan's arrangement.

Murong Chuan was right, if Murong Chuan took all the credit, it would be a catastrophe for him.

But the same credit, placed on their prostitute daughters, is an unworldly merit and an opportunity to increase their prestige.

Because of the heavy credits, Murong Chuan had no foundation to bear it, but they carried it with ease.

Fengyue's strikes were impolite, and the wind whip made continuous explosions, but looking at Murong Chuan's gaze, it became more profound.