She took the Xiuxian cannon fodder script

Chapter 321

Yang Fei lowered his head in despondency, and began to talk about his experience: "When I first started chasing her, I chased her so hard that I wanted to tell you about him quickly. But the other party found out and caught me."

Mo Yuheng's eyes turned into a sharp cold light that penetrated the opponent's body, able to see through the whole process.

"So the other party arrested you, because you were greedy for life and afraid of death, and told everything. Including the cooperation between me and you, and all valuable things on your body were taken away by the other party."

Yang Fei lowered his head a little guilty, not daring to look up at the other party.

Heng Heng's hand hit the ground heavily, and a pit appeared underneath.

Countless dust was flying, and a gust of wind blew away all the flying soil.

"I was too confident at the time. When I saw him, he was only in the middle stage of foundation establishment. I was curious why he, like you, collected so many genius treasures.

Does he have so much room to place it?Is he alone able to use so many genius treasures?Even his life as a monk can't use so much, and some of them don't even match his physical attributes.

So I followed up, wanting to understand clearly, well, go back and tell you the matter. "

Hearing these words, Mo Yuheng snorted coldly: "I still don't know what you're thinking? I can't get any advantage from me, and I'm greedy again. I want to get more benefits from the other party. So you want to rob the other party, right?"

Yang Fei felt guilty, raised his head and smiled.

Hands twitching each other: "Fellow Daoist really understands my heart, hehe, I just want to get good things from the other party, and I will honor you when I go back."

Seeing his appearance, Mo Yuheng couldn't believe his words.

According to the character of the other party, he will definitely take those things and fly away, and will not pay attention to him anymore.

After all, the antidote on him has been given to the other party, and there is nothing in her that can threaten the other party.

You can stay and leave, whatever you choose.

It's really a good plan, even she is not as good as him.

With a gloomy look on his face, he approached Yang Fei and grabbed his chin, squeezing it tightly.

Yang Fei cried out in pain.

No matter how he yelled and cried, he refused to let go: "Listen carefully to me with your personality, I can't believe you. You have been with me for so long, and you also know my temperament. Eat it obediently, and after I fight that woman, take me away as soon as I see something wrong when I am weak."

"Can you not eat?"

Yang Fei wanted to make the last struggle, but he really didn't want to hang his life on the other party. It felt very uncomfortable that he couldn't be free.

The elixir in front of him is another kind of poison, which seems to be very strong.

If it is not lifted within a short time, one's life will be lost.

If he really ate it, the other party and that damn crazy girl would die in the middle of the battle.

Wouldn't it be that he was about to fall into that crazy woman's body again, and he didn't want to fall into her body again at all.

Thinking about what happened before, I trembled all over.

"Then you go to die."

Mo Yuheng was too lazy to talk nonsense with the other party, so he let go of Yang Fei and fell to the ground.

A sharp sword stabbed towards his throat.

People have a very strong survival instinct, so Yang Fei shouted: "I will eat, I will eat, and I will listen to you."

Mo Yuheng stopped attacking precisely, and the long sword in his hand stopped in mid-air, piercing the opponent's throat with a millimeter of skin and drawing a bloody mouth.

The blood flowed down slowly, knowing that the opponent's body was shaking for a long time without stopping.

He opened his mouth obediently, and let Mo Yuheng throw a pill into his mouth.

A streak of spiritual power was sent to all parts of the body, and only at this moment did Yang Fei truly feel that Mo Yuheng woman is really scary.

The decisiveness was no worse than the crazy woman who chased after her madly at the end. Compared with Mo Yuheng, the two of them had a little kindness in their hearts.

In comparison, Mo Yuheng was more reliable and could only cooperate obediently.

"It should have been like this a long time ago, so don't suffer. Why bother?"

Yang Fei smiled wryly, and sat obediently, waiting for the opportunity to move.

"What a hard life!"

He lowered his head and looked at the tattered Taoist robe and strands of messy hair.

The whole person looks like a beggar, with nothing good left.

It can be said that he is now bare-handed, without a magic weapon or even a spirit stone.

That crazy woman Mo Zhixue went too far, staring at Mo Zhixue who was already in the distance.

When it falls into his hands one day, he will never be polite.

Before he could think about other things, a long sword magic weapon appeared in front of him.

Mo Yuheng who left said, "This is a magic weapon, it might be useful to refine it."

Yang Fei was unwilling to disobey, so he quickly picked it up and refined it.

Mo Yuheng stood in mid-air with his flying sword on his feet, staring closely at Mo Zhixue who flew over in a panic with a faint smile on his face.

Mo Zhixue noticed Mo Yuheng and stopped quickly.

"It's you."

What do you think?
The teeth chattered separately.

"Pity."

"Yeah, it's a pity that I didn't fall into your trap and let others kill me."

Mo Yuheng had a smile on his face, but there was a chill in it.

Added another sentence: "You really took great pains."

"To each other, you sent such a waste to follow me, Mo Yuheng, you really underestimated me."

Mo Zhixue was not as impulsive as before, instead she was calm and calm, and quickly recovered the anger in her heart and calmed down.

A whip appeared silently in his hand, and he moved with his heart.

Obviously the opponent's natal weapon.

"Long time no see, you have already refined your natal weapon, and the old weapon is still easy to use."

While talking, Mo Yuheng took out a long sword, which was a high-grade hair iron, and it was tightly grasped in his hand, emitting a cold light.

The spiritual energy revealed all over his body, and a lot of cold air drifted around.

The braid in Mo Zhixue's hand waved, making a crackling sound in mid-air.

The two remained motionless, staring at each other closely, as if they wanted to catch each other's weakness and wait for an opportunity.

"What are these two fools doing? Why don't they fight?"

Yang Fei couldn't wait for an idea to pop up in his heart. He really hoped that two people would fight each other, and that two people would fight each other to the death.

There are many treasures left behind, he can grab them all and fly away, thinking of this place with stars in his eyes.

But for some reason, thinking of these severe chest pains, his face turned pale with fright.

"Damn it! You can't have any evil thoughts when you see it. What kind of poison is this?"

Yang Fei panicked and didn't dare to think about it.

The pain in my body gradually subsided, and now I feel like dying.

Being with two great aunts is like seeking skin from a tiger.

There is no temper at all.

Forget it, let's wait for the opportunity obediently in order to save my life.

Looking up, the two sides still did not fight, and gusts of wind blew by.

Blow their clothes and make their hair and clothes fly.

Sinking and floating in mid-air, very quiet.

(End of this chapter)