Taoist priest, let’s become immortals together!

Chen Yuan looked at him coldly.

The unconventional figure drank strong liquor in big gulps and staggered down the second-floor stairs barefoot. His clothes were messy and dragged on the ground, making him look like a famous scholar from other world.

"The owner of Xiaoyao Tower?"

"This old man...Zhuang Mengyou."

Zhuang Mengyou, this name is interesting.

only.

Although Zhuang Mengyou seems to be out of tune with the entire Xiaoyao Tower, he seems to be a noble lotus in the secular world, without a trace of mud, but... the entire mud was created by him.

This person has a deep mind.

It's hard to understand.

But Chen Yuan doesn't care about that. What he wants to do now is to take Guan Baizhu away and destroy the entire Xiaoyao Tower!

If there is injustice in the world, you must intervene when you see it!

Taoist Wuwei had one eye, one large and one small, and a face full of suspicion. He muttered to himself, "Is this still the same Chen Yuan? We are clearly the same person, but I never knew he had this side. Strange..."

"Brother, do you remember when we were kids, we hated evil as much as we do now? Why don't I have any recollection of that?"

Taoist Wuwei's facial features were distorted and wrinkled.

He recalled the memories of the entire twenty years.

But I just don't remember.

When did Chen Yuan become like this?

He clearly...since childhood...

Ok?

Since childhood...

When Chen Yuan was a child...

Why can't I remember?

"Brother...why can't I remember anything?!"

Wuchen's spirit slowly gathered, and he looked at Taoist Wuwei quietly with a kind and honest look. He said in a deep voice, "Wuwei...are you...are you really you?"

Taoist Wuwei's soul trembled.

"I... Of course it's me! Who else could it be!"

“Ahhh~ My head hurts! Who is it?! I’m the Taoist Wuwei! I’m… I… who am I?!”

The Taoist Wuwei was suddenly confused.

Taoist Wuchen watched silently, muttering in a voice only he could hear, "Alas, poor child, you... are Chen Yuan, you always have been."

...

"I don't care who you are, just hand over Guan Baizhu!" Chen Yuan clenched his fist around the hilt of the Huangmie Sword, his robe rustling in the wind. He fixed his gaze on Xiaoyao Tower and said sternly, "I can leave you...with an intact body!"

This is Xiaoyao Tower.

He's determined to do it today!

There are so many injustices in the world, and he can't control it all, but now that he has seen it, there is no reason to ignore it!

His whole heart...can't bear it!

Zhuang Mengyou's movements suddenly froze, his eyes narrowed, he glanced at Chen Yuan, and actually made concessions.

"Taoist...how has my Xiaoyao Tower ever offended you? Is it just for Guan Baizhu? I can completely give her to you and we can even be friends. There's no need to...kill her completely."

"I... just want to be free."

talking.

Another gulp of liquor poured down his throat.

"This... is what you call freedom!" Chen Yuan frowned, looking at the miserable women trembling behind him, and couldn't help but laugh in his heart, "Haha... In your heart... what are they... anyway!?"

The sissy screamed,

"They are the singing girls of my Xiaoyao Tower, but now... they are all free. But you refused to let them be free and brought them to Xiaoyao Tower to cause trouble. It's you! You completely deprived them of their freedom!"

Chen Yuan's heart was beating violently.

Ha ha.

free?

That sounds really nice.

"Master, he's right. After all... you've seen the prostitutes there... and they managed to leave safely in the end." Zhuang Mengyou stepped lightly, his figure dancing gracefully. "Isn't my Xiaoyao Tower... a breath of fresh air in Daheng?"

Clear stream.

Chen Yuan remained silent.

Yes.

Daheng... There are many such things.

Xiaoyao Tower...is actually much better than the average one.

But why?

He instinctively dislikes it?

Isn't this... the most normal thing.

Why is he like this?

Chen Yuan's heart suddenly clenched, as if a hand was clenching tightly, and he could hardly breathe. He couldn't understand why he, who had lived in Qingyuan Temple since he was a child, would be so angry when he saw such a normal thing?

Do not!

This is not right!

He doesn't know what's going on!

But...he could no longer suppress his anger.

That's enough!

"But this Taoist... just can't stand it!" Chen Yuan shouted coldly, "Besides... this Taoist still hasn't seen your sincerity... Where is Guan Baizhu!?"

Zhuang Mengyou sighed deeply.

"Ah, Taoist priest, do you really have to make things difficult for me?"

"So much bullshit!"

"In that case, don't blame me for being ruthless. I won't let you destroy Xiaoyao Tower!"

Say it.

Zhuang Mengyou was not afraid at all.

He took a sip of strong liquor and spurted it out instantly as he raised his head. Suddenly, the whole stage was filled with brilliant light, shimmering in the mist transformed from the liquor.

A vivid scene slowly unfolds.

One after another, graceful figures dressed in semi-transparent silk came out of the mist with light steps. The silk ribbons fluttered in the wind, dancing around Chen Yuan. The ribbons brushed against Chen Yuan's cheek, and a faint body fragrance could be smelled lightly.

Chen Yuan frowned.

His eyes gradually became blurry.

His mind and spirit gradually lost itself in the gentle land, his breathing became increasingly heavy, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and his flesh, blood, and energy rapidly depleted!

"Taoist, your heart... has been lonely for too long. Only freedom can soothe your soul." Zhuang Mengyou danced gracefully, his every move like that of a wild and unrestrained celebrity. He held a wine jug in his arms and poured out his bold passion.

One graceful figure after another.

This made Chen Yuan immersed in it step by step.

The body and mind are greatly liberated.

Everything...seems unimportant.

There is only freedom, eternal freedom of soul and body.

Is the only destination.

Zhuang Mengyou floated in front of Chen Yuan.

Stretch out your big palm.

Gently placed it on Chen Yuan's head.

Slowly stroking.

He sighed and said:

"Alas, poor lost soul, what is the meaning of freedom in your heart?"

puff!

Suddenly.

A sword that has not been unsheathed.

He stabbed Zhuang Mengyou's chest, and blood splattered, staining his chest red!

"This... is my Xiaoyao!"

Chen Yuan bared his teeth, blood splattering on his cheeks.

Just like a real evil ghost from the underworld!

A fierce look on his face.

Zhuang Mengyou's pupils suddenly shrank, and he slowly pulled his body out of the scabbard. He stumbled back, leaving a trail of blood on his feet. He stared at Chen Yuan intently, and said in fear and confusion,

"No... How is this possible? You can't escape from the free and easy dream!"

A free and easy dream.

Zhuang Mengyou's strange magical powers.

If you are not careful, you will fall into an endless nightmare.

The body is unaware.

The soul has fallen into the abyss.

Perish forever!

"on!"

Zhuang Mengyou's true colors were exposed, and he shouted loudly. Then the originally ferocious man's muscles collided, his clothes burst, his body swelled, his veins bulged, his muscles knotted, and he turned into a green-skinned evil spirit, waving his stiff limbs, and rushed towards Chen Yuan to tear him apart!

Chen Yuan snorted coldly.

"Humph, you are indeed raising evil spirits!"

A person who possesses evil supernatural powers.

Being able to run a brothel of this scale.

Hired thugs.

How could it be simple?

"Screech!" Chen Yuan waved his hand, and his Taoist robe flew up, revealing the upper body of a blood-killing Qilin that looked like a living creature. A sharp sound suddenly arose, and the terrifying shadow of the blood-killing Qilin roared wildly in the hall of the brothel!

Qilin is angry!