One Hundred and Eight Ways to Discuss the Villain's Poorness

Feng Qi floated over gently, stretched out his hand to caress the black lotus, and then twisted his fingers, and the black lotus was picked off.

"It's a beautiful black lotus." Feng Qi smiled.

This was the first time that child Gui Ni cooperated with him.

The black lotus bloomed quickly in his hands, withered, and finally turned into a black lotus seed.

It is very similar to the short life of this evil cultivator.

His palm split open slightly, and he swallowed the lotus seeds.

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Long Shu looked at a black lotus that suddenly opened in front of him, and subconsciously backed away to distance himself.

The golden core evil cultivator just now disappeared in an instant, replaced by this black lotus.

Although this was the first time he saw this black lotus, he felt that it was very dangerous.

It's just that he didn't know where the black lotus came from.

At this time, Meng Guiyi at the stern withdrew his hand in the seal, and the black lotus flower also withered and dissipated in an instant.

And the golden core evil cultivator also disappeared.

As for those monks in the foundation building period and the Qi refining period, Feng Qi didn't even look at them.

"Is this how your black lotus came?" Meng Guiwen was a little surprised.

Although she knew that this black lotus was not a good thing.

But I didn't expect that to create the black lotus, people were needed.

A black lotus alone?

There must be hundreds of people in the pool that Feng Qi opened up when he was happy.

"No, a single seed can bloom countless, as long as the deity does not die, they can bloom again." Feng Qi said, and another black lotus bloomed in his hand.

"Then how many seeds do you have?" Meng Guiwen was curious, after all, she had seen the scene of Feng Qi and Hua Longyue fighting.

That is called a magnificent, that is called a dazzling.

"I don't remember, the demons are ineffective, and not every demon can produce seeds." Feng Qi said, still a little disgusted.

"Really? Then how many demons have you killed?" Meng Guiyi had never experienced a battle between humans and demons. She hadn't experienced it before, and she had already burped a long time ago, let alone experienced it.

"Maybe a few? Maybe tens of thousands? Or more? Who remembers such a long time ago." Feng Qi lowered his head and pondered, but found that he couldn't remember how many demons he had killed.

Meng Guiwen:...

Well, no wonder he will become a big boss, these few words alone have great potential.

Meng Guiwen and Feng Qi sat at the stern and chatted, completely ignoring Long Shu on the front deck who was backlashed by forcibly using his mood.

Long Shu staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.

He looked at those evil cultivators who were devoured by their minds, and the corner of his mouth cracked into a smile.

It's just that before the smile spread, he vomited blood.

The employer next to him was terrified.

I don't know what to do.

Just when he was panicking, a duck suddenly swooped over and knocked him to the ground.

The employer fell to the ground and passed out directly.

Xiao Huang stood beside Long Shu and quacked a few times, and Yu He walked up following the sound.

He squatted beside Long Shu and reached out to help him feel his pulse.

Long Shu was already unconscious at this time, he could only see a white shadow in front of him, and this shadow was still glowing.

The light shone on him, warm.

Yu He put his hand on Long Shu's wrist, and a little bit of fluorescent light penetrated into his body.

The somewhat broken state of mind is slowly being repaired because of these spiritual powers.

Obviously, the damage to the mood is irreversible.

Xiao Huang looked nervously at his master.

Terrible blue veins appeared on the back of Yu He's hand again, and the veins not only spread to the back of his hand, but even slowly climbed up his neck.

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As more and more spiritual power was used, Long Shu's damaged state of mind gradually recovered.

And Long Shu's consciousness gradually became clear.

The white shadow in front of him also turned into a person.

This person is still the real Yuhe he is familiar with.

"Reverend Yuhe, what are you doing?" Long Shu said hastily.

At this time, half of Yu He's face seemed to be covered with cobwebs, which was frightening.

His almost transparent and colorless pupils were also stained a little bloodshot.

Yu He wanted to speak, but suddenly a strong wind flashed by, and a small hand patted Yu He's back.

The veins on his body receded quickly.

Afterwards, Yu He was pulled away by someone and pushed to the side under the shadow.

It was replaced by Meng Guiwen.

Meng Guiwen stared at Long Shu coldly.

Before Long Shu could react, there was a snap, and his face was burning with pain.

Meng Guiwen slapped Long Shu.

Long Shu still felt wronged.

He almost died, this little girl came here and didn't save him first, but also slapped him.

Meng Guiwen looked at Long Shu who had recovered to his original form, with a small red palm print on his left cheek.

Only then did he lower his eyebrows and make seals with his hands.

Long Shu wanted to speak, but in the next moment, he appeared on a piece of water, surrounded by pitch black.

And sitting in front of him was Meng Guiwen, and not far away was a man half lying down.

There are several black lotus flowers blooming beside the man.

He had just seen this black lotus.

But where is this?

Seeing Long Shu looking around, Meng Guiwen raised his little hand to give him a pat on the right cheek.

Symmetrical, just right.

People are also honest.

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Feng Qi saw that Meng Guiwen slapped Long Shu's face swollen simply to vent his anger, and felt a little funny.

But he didn't expect that that lineage still exists in the world.

Gu Junchao's appearance should have reminded him long ago.

It's just that after so many years of drowsy sleep, many memories no longer exist.

It's just that he doesn't remember what that dog thief looks like.

Feng Qi stood up and walked in front of Long Shu.

Looking at Long Shu's red and swollen face, he squatted down.

Stretch out your hand towards Long Shu's belly.

Long Shu was startled, and wanted to shrink back, but found that he couldn't move.

He could only let the man's hand reach into his lower abdomen and grasp his state of mind.

Then when he pulled it, his state of mind was pulled out.

Long Shu's state of mind appeared in Feng Qi's palm like a miniature miniature landscape.

And under the state of mind, there are also his eight extraordinary meridians.

Spiritual power exudes from these veins, which are particularly dazzling in dark places.

Feng Qi looked at the crack in the heart of the palm, squeezed out two lotus seeds from the palm, and then filled it.

The crack has disappeared at this time because of the filling of the lotus seeds.

Now Long Shu's state of mind is more stable than before he was injured.

After mending his mood, Feng Qi watched it for a long time with his mood before stuffing it back into Long Shu's body.

Long Shu didn't feel any pain or itching at this time, but only felt nausea.

No matter who stirs your belly with one hand, you will feel sick.

But who is this man?

Why can his damaged mood be mended by him?

And what is the relationship between Meng Guiwen and this man?

When he was still thinking about these questions, he was thrown out of his state of mind by Meng Guiwen.

When he returned to the deck, he looked at Meng Guiwen.

Meng Guiwen stood up as if nothing had happened, and walked towards Yuhe who was pushed aside by her.

Yu He was lying on the ground, and the side of the boat blocked the sunlight.

At this moment, he was like a fish that had lost water, longing to return to the water.

Meng Guiying stared at him, and slid his hand over the storage ring, and there was an extra dagger in his hand.

She held the dagger in one hand and swiped it hard, red blood gushed out instantly.

The smell of blood stimulated Yuhe who was lying on the ground.

But he just lay on the ground.

Seeing his forbearance, Meng Guiwen suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar, and pressed his hand to his mouth.

"You drink! I let you drink!"

Blood poured into Yu He's mouth in an instant, but he didn't want to swallow it, so he coughed violently.

"Don't waste it." Meng Guiwen stared at Yuhe.