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In Feiyue Valley, on the street, after Lan Lan slapped him away, he pointed pointedly at the middle-aged man with a distorted face in front of the high tower of the Haoyue Kingdom Chamber of Commerce.
"Come in, I have a deal to do with your Haoyue Kingdom."
"Of course, you can refute my reputation, but I want to remind you that my grandfather is Lan Ruo."
Lan Ruo, the Supreme Patriarch of the Most Holy Dharma Sect, is currently the head of the Lan family, and is a direct descendant of a sage with great integrity.
Everyone in the Haoyue Kingdom, starting from Hao Wuyou, was silent, not daring anyone to speak. If the Haoyue Kingdom was a super-grade dynasty, they might still have the confidence to argue with Lan Lan for a while. However, the Haoyue Kingdom was only a first-grade dynasty, and even the first-grade power in the first-grade dynasty was inferior to that of the Saint family. , that is also an ant.
It's nothing more than a stronger ant, nothing more. But ants are still ants.
In the crowd, Mo Tianchou looked at Lan Lan and Yin Xuuge thoughtfully. Originally, he came to Feiyue Valley to follow Lan Lan's footsteps. But now, he saw a good show, but he didn't want to come forward.
Pursuing Lan Lan is a long-term, complicated and lengthy project, and Mo Tianchou has enough patience.
A quarter of an hour later, a flying boat left Feiyue Valley. Yin Xuege and others stood at the bow of the boat. Sui Jingming and Yao Xuer hugged and cried, for the sake of the dead tribesmen, and even more for the sake of the surviving tribesmen who would face more difficulties in the future. career.
"Moss Hen on the upper level... Mo?"
"Can I have a drink...?"
Miao Tianjie, who had dozens of bones broken, was lying on the bed, his body wriggling weirdly like a caterpillar.
Holding a folding fan in his barely movable right hand, Miao Tianjie fanned the wind gently and recited poetry in an artful manner.
The corners of his eyes were tilted fiercely, and he tried his best to look in the direction of the door with the corner of his eyes. His eyes were eager, as if he was looking forward to something coming. He stretched his eyes so hard that his face twitched.
The flesh on his face was trembling, and a blue flesh bump the size of a baby's fist on Miao Tianjie's forehead was beating strangely.
This was the mark Qinghe left for him. In the morning, in order to prevent Miao Tianjie from yelling and angering Lan Lan, Yin Xuuge ordered Qinghe to knock Miao Tianjie out.
The straightforward and simple Qing Ye broke into Miao Tianjie's room with a wooden stick and hit him hard on the head.
The flesh bump was very painful, and the pain caused Miao Tianjie's eyes to turn black. He groaned weakly, then gritted his teeth and cursed softly.
"This little bitch, you have to hit the back of the head with a sap. Who has ever seen someone hit the forehead with a sap?"
"You are stupid and ugly. You deserve to be unable to marry for the rest of your life."
Yin Feifei lay furtively in a bush and watched carefully as several disciples of the Punishment Palace walked slowly and slowly from a distance while carrying torture sticks. These Xingdian disciples are responsible for maintaining order in the area where the inner disciples live. Anyone caught committing an offense will be severely beaten by them.
After the figures of these Xing Palace disciples disappeared, Yin Feifei took a breath, and his round, round body with undulating flesh floated up lightly. With the help of Luzong's resources and taking a few pills exchanged for merit points, Yin Feifei successfully opened the acupuncture point a few days ago.
His talent in movement has been activated. Although he is now as fat as a ball of lightning, enough to make all the thin men in the world die of shame, his movements are light and silent, light and erratic, just like the legendary female ghost.
The tip of his toes was on the top of a shrub. After a few moves, without even a single leaf falling, Yin Feifei ran up the wall of a house.
This house was only a few dozen feet away from Yin Xuuge's courtyard, which was the residence of the princess of a certain country who was beaten on the buttocks by the disciples of the Palace of Punishment that night.
The house was quiet at the moment, and several maids were busy in the front yard helping their master tidy up the room. As for Her Royal Highness the Princess and her followers, they either went to the lecture hall to listen to the cultivation experiences of the sect's seniors, or they were completing various chores assigned by the sect.
Those maids, like Qing Ling, were ordinary young girls with a lot of strength. They jumped off the wall and ran into their backyard, but these maids didn't hear any movement.
Several large painted-skinned parrots hanging under the eaves were chirping, and several lazy long-haired short-eared cats were walking around under the parrot shelves, constantly making charming "meow" sounds.
Yin Feifei quickly rushed to the clothes drying rack in the backyard and stuffed a lake green bellyband into his sleeves. Then his fat and chubby body slowly flew up like a balloon, lightly jumping over the wall, over the treetops, across a narrow river, and slowly swept into Yin Xuege's house.
Yin Feifei, who was walking lightly, smiled and waved to Qing Ling, who was squatting under the eaves sharpening a knife, and then broke into Miao Tianjie's bedroom.
Qing Ling raised her head and looked blankly at Yin Feifei's disappearing figure. She raised the kitchen knife in her hand and swung it hard at Yin Feifei's butt several times.
"A big fat pig, it's a pity that I didn't get it."
"Huh? After being beaten like a dead pig, you still have the energy to run around?"
While muttering, Qing Ling touched the edge of the kitchen knife with her finger to see if it sharpened quickly. She was lost in thought, trying hard to figure out what Yin Feifei was doing when he slipped out just now.
Qing Ling, who was single-minded, could never do anything distracted. She concentrated on figuring out Yin Feifei's whereabouts, and pressed her fingers heavily on the blade. The rapidly sharpened kitchen knife cut Qing Ling's finger, almost cutting off her finger.
"Ah, it hurts!"
Qing Lian howled miserably, and instantly dismissed the question of "What did Yin Feifei do?" She threw away the kitchen knife, and held her bloody fingers tightly with her other hand, crying and crying. Entering Yin Xuuge's house, he rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find trauma powder for cutting his fingers.
The kitchen knife with a large amount of blood flew out in a swirl and flew straight to the gate of the yard.
The door opened just in time, and Yin Xuuge walked in with Juijing Ming, Lan Lan and others with a smile. There was a flash of cold light, and the heavy kitchen knife struck straight at his forehead. The blade was less than two feet away from his forehead.
"Holy shit!"
Yin Xuuge trembled with fright, and swayed to avoid the kitchen knife whizzing towards him.
Behind him was the lost Jui Jing Ming, who was gritting his teeth and holding Yao Xi'er's little hand. He also didn't notice the kitchen knife flying towards him. The heavy knife flew past Yin Xuege's head and chopped into his face crookedly.
The blade cut half an inch into the skin, and blood spurted along the blade.
Lan Lan looked at the murderous kitchen knife with pale face, stretched out her little hand and patted her heart gently.
Who would have thought that someone would throw kitchen knives randomly at the entrance of Yin Xuuge's yard
Who would have thought that Jue Jingming, a first-level disciple of the inner sect of the Vinaya Sect with such a high level of cultivation, would be distracted from looking around, and would be struck in the face by a kitchen knife that was thrown out at random, with neither speed nor force
From the left corner of his eye to the right side of his chin, the kitchen knife stretched across the bridge of Sui Jingming's originally tall and straight nose, and was laboriously embedded in his face.
Several followers of Juijing Ming exclaimed in surprise.
"Someone is assassinating the prince, please protect him!"
"My lord, my lord, are you okay?"
"Quickly, hurry up and save the prince. Pull out the kitchen knife first!"
There was a chaos at the entrance of the yard, which immediately startled Yin Feifei who had just walked into Miao Tianjie's bedroom.
Feeling guilty of being a thief, he let out an "ouch" and quickly opened the window and looked outside. When he saw that it was Yin Xuege and others who had returned, he immediately laughed with relief and raised the lake green bellyband in his right hand. He greeted Yin Xuuge warmly.
"Boss, boss, are you back? Did you bring anything good?"
Under the bright sunshine, in the hands of the fat man whose face was covered with white flesh, an extremely exquisite lake green bellyband was fluttering in the wind with his embroidery skills at its peak. On the lake green bellyband, two vivid colorful little peacocks shine in the sun. The feathers of the little peacocks are actually inlaid with extremely thin polished gems, so they are really dazzling in the sun.
Obviously, this thing cannot belong to a fat man.
Men don't wear bellybands.
Even if some top men like to wear bellybands, that bellyband cannot belong to a fat guy like Yin Feifei. Because the bellyband is too small, I'm afraid it can't even wrap around one of his forearms.
The fat man smiled brightly and waved his arms vigorously and enthusiastically. The bellyband swayed and fluttered in the sun, reflecting the blurred light. The two colorful peacocks seemed to come alive, dancing up and down with the waving of the bellyband.
Yin Xuuge's face drooped, and she turned around hastily to look at Lan Lan and the seven or eight female disciples of the Demon Phoenix Pavilion with distorted faces behind Lan Lan.
Yao'er looked at the bellyband with a horrified expression. What kind of perverts are Yin Xuuge surrounded by? Hiding in the room with a woman's bellyband in broad daylight, this scene is really fascinating.
Everyone around him is such a pervert, so what kind of pervert will Yin Xuege be
Lan Lan took a deep breath. Her breasts were already extremely majestic, and this deep breath highlighted the extremely exaggerated and charming curves.
"Shameless scum, most shameless!"
Lan Lan roared angrily, and her cultivation level was clearly highlighted. A thunderbolt rose from the ground, and biting cold air emerged out of thin air. The small building where Miao Tianjie lived was shattered into pieces. Miao Tianjie and Yin Feifei were blown up by the strong wind like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, flying lightly.
They vomited blood, spun around, howled miserably, and fell heavily to the ground.
With the sound of thunder, the lake green bellyband in the dead fat man's hand was also blown to pieces by the thunder, turning into a wisp of green smoke and drifting away.
The fat man bounced violently on the ground a few times. He raised his head crying and vomiting blood while pointing at Miao Tianjie and accusing him loudly.
"It's none of my business. It's this bastard named Miao. He said he was bored lying in bed alone and wanted to find a woman's bellyband to have fun."
"He gave me ten taels of silver, gave me ten taels of silver!"
"I was just lured by him with huge sums of money, and that's why..."
Just as Yin Feifei wailed a few times, Miao Tianjie started trembling and howling miserably.
(End of chapter)