Leisurely cultivating life

"If you are afraid of Yuxu, just stand aside and don't hinder me." Feng Ziqin glanced at Feng Yusong.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Feng Yusong to react, he snapped at Zhou Fan, "Where is my Jianer's body?"

Zhou Fan shrugged, "You answer my question first, and then I will tell you."

"Say it!" Feng Ziqin pursed her lips and endured it, all because of Jian'er's corpse.

"Rui Hongcai's four fellow Taoists, you did it, right?" Zhou Fan said, pointing to the four boxes.

"Rui Hongcai? Who is Rui Hongcai?" Feng Ziqin frowned.

"Hey, ma'am, it's just..." Feng Yusong told Feng Ziqin about the origins of Rui Hongcai and the four of them.

In fact, he also felt that Feng Ziqin was a bit too much, killing people was just a nod, and it was too much to be a human figurine, but his identity as a collateral branch of the Feng family was completely useless in front of Feng Ziqin, the daughter of the Feng family.

"You mean those four ants?" Feng Ziqin said indifferently, "I did it myself, hmph, who asked them to slander my Jian'er."

"Okay, do you have any questions?"

Zhou Fan squeezed his fist, "So you made them into figurines!!"

"Why, you can't protect yourself, and you still sympathize with them. Tell me, where is Jian'er's body?"

Zhou Fan said flatly, "I fed it to the dogs."

Chapter 71 Feng Ziqin, die! (build)

Hey the dog, hey the dog, hey the dog~~~

These three words kept echoing in Feng Ziqin's mind.

"Feng Ziqin!"

Zhou Fan shouted loudly.

Feng Ziqin, who had lost her mind, was taken aback when she heard the words, and looked at Zhou Fan.

I saw a faint flash of light, and then my eyes went dark, and my body fell straight down.

There were bursts of water splashing with a bang.

******

Above a thousand-mile altitude.

The clouds are steaming and rosy, like smoke and fog, unpredictable.

Above a group of white clouds, there is a case where two people are sitting opposite each other.

One has a strange appearance, with white hair and white eyebrows, and is wearing a gray Taoist robe, while the other is wearing a blue robe, with a sullen expression on his face.

"Yu Zhenjun, what is your intention to trap me here?"

"Woooooo~~~"

Except for the wind, a quiet group.

"Whoo~"

The man in Tsing Yi exhaled softly, "Yu..."

"you can go now."

"I..." The man in Tsing Yi held back his words, closed his eyes, and couldn't afford to provoke, could not afford to provoke, could not afford to provoke.

What kind of virtue is this Yu Jingcheng, I have not been listening to it for a day or two.

"Ok?"

The man in Tsing Yi frowned deeply, stood up, and stared at the beads in his hand, but it was already dim, and there were hidden cracks.

What it meant, he knew very well.

After looking uncertainly at Yu Jingcheng, he sacrificed a shuttle-shaped magic weapon and flew towards the distance at extreme speed.

"Duang~~~"

A transparent barrier blocked his way.

The man in Tsing Yi put away the magic weapon and looked straight at Yu Jingcheng.

"Wrong way." Yu Jingcheng said flatly.

Yu Jingcheng pointed in the opposite direction and said, "You should go this way."

"I'm sorry I don't understand what Zhenjun means!" The man in Tsing Yi frowned.

"Feng Xiuming, it's a good thing to be a little confused sometimes, don't you think so!" Yu Jingcheng looked at Feng Xiuming with a half-smile.

"That's my elder brother's only blood." Feng Xiuming looked at Yu Jingcheng quietly.

"There are two roads, you, choose which one!" Yu Jingcheng waved his sleeves, and the surrounding clouds were surrounded by a transparent barrier, leaving only two gaps in opposite directions.

Feng Xiu clearly understood that as long as he dared to step into the gap in front of him, it would immediately become a dead end.

Big brother, big brother, little brother, I have tried my best.

Yu Jingcheng looked at Feng Xiuming with a smile on his face. It was also because he had been practicing in Qingyu Mountain all these years, and his temper had restrained a bit.

Feng Xiuming turned around silently and walked towards another gap.

Yu Jingcheng silently watched Feng Xiuming pass by, and then entered the way of life.

"Brush~~~"

The transparent barrier turned into dots of white light, dissipating in the clouds.

Looking in the direction of Qianye Lake, Yu Jingcheng nodded in satisfaction.

"This is like my disciple Yuxu, not bad, not bad."

"Hahaha~~ good!"

******

Zhou Fan turned his head, looked at the dumbfounded Duanmu Shuang, smiled, and said, "Senior Duanmu, there is one more, it's up to you."