I am an authentic fairy sect, but I am a big villain

One must know that the Sky War Art he practiced is the best skill to match with the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear.

The two complement each other, and the power released by the addition of the two is definitely not as simple as one plus one equals two.

But it's too late to say anything now, the magic weapon has been erased from the soul engraving, and now he can't protect himself, so he doesn't have the mood to care about the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear.

Looking at this dark dungeon, Feng Qianming felt miserable.

How outstanding I am, I have already reached the peak of the Saint Realm at such a young age, and my future achievements will surely shock the world.

Unexpectedly, in the process of revenge, he capsized in the gutter and fell into Ye Yun's hands.

Feng Qianming doesn't know what the end will be like, but he can imagine that it won't be so good.

In any case, he never figured out how Yeyun locked himself in, and was able to set up a trap in such a short period of time, allowing himself to get in.

This guy, who has never heard of such a smart mind, feels completely different from the rumors.

I feel a little remorseful in my heart, I should know more about it, and I shouldn't have acted without understanding the situation, so that I have fallen to this point.

"Tattoo!"

At this time, there was a sudden sound of slight footsteps.

Feng Qianming held his breath and stared straight at the outside of the prison door.

The next second, when he saw the two figures walking in just now, he saw one of them, and he was immediately refreshed.

Ye Yun!

As for the woman in red standing next to Yeyun, Feng Qianming felt rather familiar after a cursory look.

But it's just a little familiar. I don't know if I have seen it somewhere.

Now he doesn't have time to think about it. What he worries about is what will happen if Ye Yun suddenly finds him at this time.

"Young master, please."

The cell boss guarding the prison respectfully unlocked the door.

Ye Yun nodded slightly, waved the cell head back, and walked into the cell.

Following Ye Yun's side, Long'er's jade-like eyes looked at the embarrassed Feng Qianming, and a flash of unbearableness flashed in his eyes.

Anyway, the previous Feng Qianming had also used the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear.

Although Feng Qianming had never met Long Er, Long Er knew him.

But the unbearable look in her eyes quickly disappeared, and Long'er knew very well that she belonged to Ye Yun now, and she must not think about other people anymore.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be disloyal to Yeyun.

"Brother Qianming, don't come here without any problems. How are you living here these few days?" Ye Yun looked at the cell environment and asked knowingly.

"Night—cloud!!"

"Crash!!"

Feng Qianming roared and struggled frantically, binding his chains, making noises non-stop.

But it's a pity that now he is just a slightly better ordinary person.

How to break free from this chain, let alone hurt Yeyun.

Ye Yun likes this kind of thing. The other party is very upset with him, but he can't kill him.

"Brother Qian Ming, don't be so excited, I'm just here to see how your food and accommodation are going.

But seeing you are so energetic, I feel relieved. It seems that you have not been treated badly here.

Very good, very good! "

The word "quite good" made the corner of Longer's mouth twitch slightly beside Yeyun.

The surrounding environment is quite good. The two words are completely out of the question, okay?

It is not an exaggeration to say that this is not a place where people live, how could it be very good.

However, Ye Yun said these words after all, so what he said was naturally what he said, and no one dared to object.

Suddenly, Ye Yun grabbed Long Er's hand, and gently pulled her into his arms.

This sudden situation caught Long Er, the person involved, by surprise for a while.

Being hugged in his arms suddenly, Long Er felt that Ye Yun was so close to him, she couldn't help turning her head aside, she didn't resist.

There was a slight blush on his fair face. Although he was a weapon spirit, Long Er knew a lot.

Seeing that Ye Yun seemed to be showing affection in front of him, Feng Qianming gave him a cold look and spat hard.

"Pooh!"

With a random wave of his hand, a burst of spiritual power bounced back the saliva spit out by Feng Qianming.

"Snapped!"

The saliva hit his face with precision, and the scene was hard to look at directly.

"Woooooooo!!"

Feeling insulted, Feng Qianming tugged at the bracelet on his body, but it didn't work.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Roaring hysterically, Feng Qianming wished to eat Yeyun's flesh and drink his blood.

Seeing the other party's appearance, Ye Yun smiled slightly.

"Brother Qian Ming, do you know... who is she?"

Faced with this sudden question, Feng Qianming's restless body suddenly became quiet.

Turning his gaze to Long'er, he was full of doubts.

He was pretty sure he had never seen this woman before.

Since he has never met this woman before, how did he get to know her.

However, when he saw this woman for the first time, he felt that she was familiar, and he couldn't explain clearly.

He was sure that he had never seen this person before, but why did he feel familiar? For a while, Feng Qianming fell silent.

With a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, Ye Yun gently pinched Long Er's chin, turned her head to Feng Qianming, and asked.

"Long'er, do you... know him?"

Although he didn't know what Ye Yun wanted to do, Long Er would not disobey Ye Yun.

Her current master is Ye Yun. As a weapon spirit, she will naturally not disobey her master.

"Know...know."

Exhaling like blue, Long'er lowered his eyebrows slightly.

"This voice...?!"

And Feng Qianming's whole mind buzzed, he seemed to think of something.

Before, although he had never seen Long'er's real appearance, he had heard the voice that sometimes came from his mind.

Could it be that the red-clothed woman in front of her is... the weapon spirit of the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear? !

Suddenly widening his eyes, Feng Qianming looked at Ye Yun and Long Er in disbelief.

"You... you are... Weeping Blood Dragon Spear?!"

There was a hint of uncertainty in his tone, and he didn't want to believe that the facts were what he thought.

However, just a slight nod of the head, Long'er completely shattered the fantasy in his heart.

"Sorry, Feng Qianming, I belong to Yeyun now."

These words made Feng Qianming feel like falling into an ice cellar.

His whole body was icy cold, his body trembled slightly, and Feng Qianming's eyes gradually became cold.

Anger rose wildly, Feng Qianming clenched his fists tightly, and then he heard him questioning sharply.

"You...you are clearly my weapon spirit, why did you betray me?! Ah!!"

He felt particularly unbalanced, since he had never seen Kong'er who was a weapon spirit even when he was still the owner of the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear.