Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 32
Fuchen looked at Zhang Yuanwai, as if he was looking at a big silly hat: a typical example of grass on the wall, falling on both sides, and not pleasing to both sides.

"Didn't you prepare anything, Li Tian?"

Member Zhang looked at the boy.

The boy thought for a while, "There is a nest of weasels, they fell."

Okay.

The weasel's den was taken by people, and they all ran to fight.

If you threw a child, can you not kill you?

Fu Chen looked at Zhang Yuanwai, "The man who was looking for you was a weasel. You know, weasels hold grudges the most." He patted Zhang Yuanwai's shoulder and let out a long sigh.

Member Zhang heard a sigh, "Plop" knelt down again, and said in a crying voice, "Xianjia, please help me."

Fuchen raised his feet, restrained his face, raised his eyebrows arrogantly, and patted his chest with a "smack" sound, "It's okay! I'll tell you later. He must give me face!"

"Really?" Zhang Yuanwai's small eyes widened, looking at the floating dust.Some do not believe it.

"I, Immortal Fuchen, who doesn't give me face?" Fuchen's aura immediately exploded.Throw the chopsticks in your hand to the table, point your fingers, and the chopsticks stand up immediately.Muttering a few words in his mouth, the chopsticks were broken into many pieces, and it turned out to be a few words when connected!

Fu Chen glanced at the table, raised his eyebrows arrogantly, "He doesn't show face, a family of two thousand 510 and one weasel, he smashed them all!" With a clap of his big hand, it seemed that all the weasels of the nine clans had been wiped out, and the mountains were crushed draw!
Zhang Yuanwai was stabilized by Fuchen's hand just now, and was also suppressed by Fuchen's bastard spirit, and looked at her with reverence and trust. "Xianjia! You are a real Xianjia! Don't worry, I will build a gymnasium for you afterwards—"

Suddenly someone said at this time, "Since you have the ability, why not just destroy it?"

The voice is familiar.

Fuchen raised his head, met a pair of peach blossom eyes, and glanced at the phoenix-tailed feather fan next to him, his exaggerated expression restrained.His demeanor became serious.

Seriously eat the food and wine in front of him, serious and upright as if it is a matter of life and death.

"Are you cheating like this?" Young Master Lushan asked, with a smile on his face and a knife hidden in his eyes.

Fuchen smiled, and smiled gently, "How can it be called cheating? It's just an information fee."

The aura of the two is not right.

The people around stopped talking and watched the play quietly.

"Are you really going to deal with the weasel?" Mr. Lushan continued to ask, crossing his legs and staring at Fuchen with a smile.

Fuchen ate with his head down, looked away, and didn't meet his gaze, "It's a good idea to find him, and two deals have been won."

What kind of?
Of course, it is fate, it is calamity.

She knows what all demon cultivators want to know.

It's not a loss to go up and down on both sides.

"Fuchen, we are still here, you can show off your small skills in the lower realm to pass the time, that's fine." The second senior brother tapped his feather fan on the table, "What would you do without us? You can't always be like this."

Now, everyone knew that the two sitting there were immortals from the upper realm.

I dare not let out the atmosphere.

Fuchen didn't take it seriously, "We're pretty much the same, and I'm pretty much the same when you're dead."

She didn't think what would happen if she was lazy, and she could always swindle a lot of money (information fees) through calculations.

The smile on the second senior brother's face was reduced by a third, and he stared at Fuchen and teased, "One-tenth of the spiritual root, you can throw it away if you want to, and the avatar will blow up if you want to. It's rare to see you have a bit of backbone."

Immortal cultivators attach great importance to spiritual roots.

Fu Chen exploded to death in anger, for the sake of truth, he merged with his own essence and blood.After blowing up the doppelgänger, one tenth of the spiritual roots will inevitably be abolished.

Cultivation can start all over again.

The spiritual root represents the strongest top.

For cultivators, this is an absolute taboo.Never do it lightly.

Fuchen lowered his head and remained silent.

"You exploded easily, do you know how sad we are after you die?" The second senior brother said lightly.

He often laughs, more just floating on the surface, watching the excitement.

He wasn't angry either, he just said lightly, "Your senior sister cries and wipes away her tears every day."

"And your elder brother, he took you the longest time, have you ever thought about him?"

Some words, it’s not that the knife doesn’t poke the heart, but it wraps the heart completely like a cloth, making it hard to breathe.

Fuchen lowered his head, and the chopsticks in his hands did not move.

The second senior brother stood up, with a calm face on his slightly fleshy face, he put away his feather fan, "Go back."

Fuchen nodded silently, the unhappiness on his face solidified into substance.

The second senior brother stretched out his hand to grab it, but Fu Chen disappeared in a flash.

The second senior brother's face was indifferent, and he disappeared.

The silent onlookers in the store were amazed, and they couldn't see anyone from left to right. There is only a bag of silver on the table of "Fairy Fuchen", which belongs to Zhang Yuanwai.

The member outside knelt down with a thud, his eyes were dead.

Over the mountain hundreds of miles away, the second senior brother flew out a lupine fan to intercept the floating dust.

The lupine circled around the floating dust, and the floating dust retreated and dodged.

The phoenix tail of the feather fan rubbed against Fuchen's chin, and the contact point instantly felt like being burned by fire, revealing a black and red gash, which could not heal by itself.

The second senior brother rushed over, took the feather fan and threw it at the floating dust in a hurry, the feather fan flew out a big fire, burning around the floating dust.

Great phoenix fire, water and earth are indestructible, burning everything.

Fuchen took out a black pagoda and drilled into it.

The Buddha Pagoda rushed out of the wall of fire and flew out.

The flames contaminated on the tower invaded the bottom.

The Buddha Pagoda surged like a mountain, spinning around and rushing towards the second senior brother.

The tower door on the bottom floor was wide open, and a suction pulled the second brother into the tower.

From the small window on the fourth floor, little people and floating dust quietly flew out.

The second senior brother looked at the floating dust indifferently, and flew out the feather fan with his hands.

The handle of the feather fan hit the floating dust, and the power of the phoenix bone was overbearing and scorching hot.Fuchen's body was knocked back by the force, and it happened to fall into the suction of the Stupa, and was sucked into the Stupa together.

Immortal world.

The second senior brother pressed Fu Chen who was bound by white strips all over his body and threw it to the top of Qingyun Mountain. Fu Chen fell to the ground and struggled to get up.

"Senior brother, I found someone for you." The second senior brother said with a smile, standing aside to watch the play.

After a lapse of one month (nearly three years in the human world), the man who was smashed to pieces reappeared in front of people.

Qingyun opened the door, his eyes fell on the floating dust in front of him, like a stone sinking in the sea, but there is no wave in the stagnant water.

Fuchen lowered his head, and was stared at, as if the top of his head was chopped off with a knife.

For a long time, that gaze never moved.

Fu Chen couldn't help raising his head, and fell into a pair of eyes, those eyes were calm, conveying a message: You are hopeless.

With another glance, Fuchen was attracted by a head of white hair.

The snow-like white fell on the elder brother, without reducing his vigor at all, only adding a bit of immortal energy.

When Fuchen was surprised, he saw the elder brother's hand, and a smile lit up in his eyes.

Qingyun stared at Fuchen, without saying anything, turned around and went in, and closed the door behind his back with a "squeak".

The meaning of rejection is very obvious.

The second senior brother was surprised, "Is this going to let you go?"

Fuchen stared at the closed door, his calm eyes suddenly became turbulent, and he tilted his head to show a playful smile.

The third senior sister rushed over upon hearing the sound, threw herself on Fuchen, and cried, "Junior sister!"

Fuchen was untied by the senior sister, and asked, "When did the elder brother turn his head white?"

The senior sister was stunned for a moment, looked into the room, hesitated for a moment, and said, "After you leave."

Fuchen understood clearly, and then asked, "What kind of wood is the best for making a coffin?"

"what?"

(End of this chapter)