The Heavenly Phoenix: Using the Evil Emperor as a Furnace by Mistake

Chapter 66: Crazy

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The experience in the Immortal Cave Mansion has come to an end. The Black Smoke Beast cave has been slaughtered, the double-headed Cyan Beast was recovered, and there are no valuable treasures in the Immortal Cave Mansion.

When Ri Moye and others left the cave, Han Xuehui was gone, presumably Zu Jinyang took it away.

Without the shit sticks and the threatening interrogation of the evil stars, Mo Ye's life was extremely difficult, comparable to the darkest years of life.

After a few days, Mo Ye's hands and feet were weak, his face was withered, and his expression was in a trance.

Being entangled by that sacred animal all day, that unconscious nonsense came out, often angering her Qiqiao to smoke, scratching her heart and liver, so that... She didn't have time to please the evil star and draw out some knowledge of refining tools.

But Jun Huantian was in a good mood for several days in a row. Watching Mo Ye frantically, roaring, and beating the wall again and again, he was as comfortable as revenge.

There was a time when Mo Ye was so angry with him, thinking that he was unhappy with retribution.

"Is there a cage?"

"Have."

"Give me one and count what I owe you."

"Did not bring."

"Aren't you a master refiner? How difficult is it to make one for me on the spot?!"

"No material."

Under the clear moon, one man, one woman and one animal, enjoying the tranquility of the last night in the Immortal Cave Mansion, perhaps after leaving the Immortal Cave Mansion, the world is complicated and entangled with grievances, and everything can't be repeated.

"That's right, Xiangu..." The beast shook his cheeks and ate a roasted spirit beast, and asked with a splash of saliva: "There was still a couple of men and women that day. They slobbered, and ask Xiangu to express it?"

Naturally, it was talking about Zhu Zifan and Xi Ziyou. Although the two were smashed into the gap that day, they were two monks during the foundation construction period, and they would not die so easily.

"Welcome to each other with smiles, and then slobber them." Mo Ye said lightly.

"Hmm! This is quite difficult. Xiangu is indeed an expert, so let the slave family practice first." The beast shook his head, and then made a silly move, "Hehe... Ah..."

Mo Ye: "..."

Suddenly, a cold breath cut off the silly beast's figure, suddenly raised his head, and saw Jun Huantian squatting in front of her, looking at her with a gloomy and unclear look.

Mo Ye straightened up and flashed backwards, why? Are you so close, can you break the safe distance

Even though there is no one everywhere, should I worry about the cheap-mouthed beast, okay? !

"Still sad?"

Mo Ye twitched his eyebrows, "Does your eye see me sad?"

"As long as you mention him, you will feel unstable."

Mo Ye lowered his head in a melancholy expression, am I annoying

Zhu Zifanai completed the foundation-building phase of the Great Perfection, and has a persistent scum heart. When she thinks that she may be entangled by him in the future, and she can't escape with her cultivation base, she is very upset, okay

And this bow, as if in response to all the guesses in Jun Huantian's heart, although Mo Ye's sadness made him feel unpleasant, but he still felt that it was also very good.

The road to cultivation is long. Her first-order lowly female cultivator is really hard to get rid of. No matter how arrogant she is, the suppression of her cultivation level will make her unable to resist.

And if he insists on entangled in his heart whether Mo Ye is pure or not, whether he has had an affair with other men, he will become a demon, reciprocating in his heart, I am afraid that no one can save him.

He can no longer be obsessed with this matter, but from then on, the involvement between her and all other men will be cut off by him!

"Forget him, no longer get involved in his fetters, go your own way."

Jun Huantian stretched out his hand and stroked Mo Ye's cheek. His cultivation base was suppressed, but his spiritual consciousness was still strong. The imprint of the late pill formation was completely vulnerable.

Mo Ye only felt a biting cold on his face, and then the warmth dissipated, and he quickly took off the disguise, and used the magic mirror technique.