Fall in love with a dead enemy [rebirth]

The understatement revealed in Zhong Ying's words really scared Fat Dun. He looked around and found that everyone was immersed in his own world. Isn't that too much to say?"

"What do you mean it's just written by a Sanxian?"

"What is the failure of Daoism?"

"What is crossing others?"

Fat Dun held his little heart: "That's the Sanxian! The Sanxian! The Sanxian! The Sanxian who moves mountains and fills the sea with a wave of his sleeves!"

"Although Dixian Mixu failed to join the Dao, those who have been able to cultivate to this point since ancient times and try to join the Dao are all real powers with names and surnames that have been passed down through the ages! Let alone want to join the Dao, I practice It’s been hundreds of thousands of years, and it’s a blessing to be able to refine the gods and return the emptiness.”

Fat Dun's voice became louder and louder: "We are a rookie who turns gas, but we don't even have the qualifications to accept disciples, let alone write books and establish sects!"

"..."

Zhong Ying was silent, and couldn't help rubbing his ears: "Just say it, such a loud voice, it hurts my ears."

Fat Dun held his breath in his heart: "Then did you hear what I just said?"

"I heard it." Zhong Ying raised his eyebrows, "Don't say that refining the spirit is still empty, fat man, do you believe that you can practice empty?"

"Are you still kidding me?"

"You can do it." Zhong Ying blinked, and a smile like a spring scene in March appeared in his peach blossom eyes, "I say I can."

Otherwise, in the future, the king will come to the Demon Realm, Fatty... No, how can Meng Changfang, the demon king, be qualified to stand beside him?

Fat Dun felt that his new brother was demanding too much of him, and he felt the pressure was too high, so he couldn't help stammering: "Brother Ying, Ying, Brother Ying, I didn't expect you to think highly of me so much."

"Do you know how old Mixu was when he joined the Tao?" After remembering the little old man Mixu, Zhong Ying remembered his life story by the way.

"How do I know? It's impossible for my great-great-grandfather to know!"

For low-level monks, many things are secrets, but to Zhong Ying's level, these trivial things can be heard casually.

He clicked his tongue: "He was three thousand years old, and he failed."

Chubby looked skeptical.

"Do you believe that someone in this world can join the Tao within a hundred years, and succeed in joining the Tao, and become immortal?"

"What, what a joke!"

Zhong Ying shrugged, ignored the fat man, and stepped out of the bookshelf.

The scriptures on the bookshelf are all top-notch cultivation methods, and there are many such codes as "Shu Dao Xiaojie" that can be directly cultivated to the gods.

But Zhong Ying didn't even turn it over.

One is that when he reads a book, his eyelids fight and he wants to sleep.

The second is that his body is full of demonic blood, and Daomen's exercises are of little help to him, which is also the fundamental reason why he is only beginning to transform his Qi.Just like a water attribute body insisting on learning fire, it's just nonsense.

However, Zhong Ying is still willing to overcome the first point and look through the classics left behind by No. 1 Lord of Immortal Dao.

After all, Jun Buyi is the only one who will become an immortal within a hundred years.

Zhong Ying's ability to fight against Jun Buyi is naturally not much worse than him, but Zhong Ying's ability to do this is due to his natural talent and supernatural powers.

Seeing his indifferent back, Fat Dun suddenly felt that the classics in his hand were boring, so he stuffed the "Shu Dao Xiaojie" back on the bookshelf, and chased after him.

Not long after Zhong Ying left, he was blocked by countless golden boxes.

Zhong Ying thought the box was in the way, so he kicked it over.

In an instant, thousands of years of precious spiritual plants and spiritual fruits, priceless rare spiritual mines, etc., fell to the ground.

"Brother Ying." Fat Dun chased after him, Zhong Ying didn't even call out his full name, he threw himself into the pile of Lingzhi Lingguo Spirit Mine, shouting loudly, "This is the mother mine of Yinhuo, this is Zijin Thunder Bamboo, this It's... ahh! How many spirit stones is this worth, even if I die on it, I'm willing!"

Zhong Ying: "..."

His food and clothing expenses back then were all priced from this level of natural materials and earthly treasures.

Grabbing Pang Dun's collar, Zhong Ying dragged Pang Dun away.

The fat pier was dragged left and right, knocking down many boxes and treasures, and was shocked by Zhong Ying's rough tactics again.

"Hey! Brother, take it easy!"

Zhong Ying didn't turn his head back, and only left Pang Dun with long black hair: "I'll help you wake up."

"Stop, stop! This precious light is so dazzling!"

"Damn, there are so many spiritual artifacts here!"

"I've always wanted a spirit boat, so I don't need to drink wind when I go out in the future. Isn't that a space cave? Wait, let me see, let me touch it!"

No matter what Fat Dun said incoherently, Zhong Ying responded ruthlessly: "What's so interesting about some small gadgets."

"You black heart, black heart!"

"Ah."

Zhong Ying thought to himself, if you knew that you were surrounded by the masters of the academy the whole time, you would thank me.

At least you won't let the masters see the scene where you are yelling at the illusion.

Although Zhong Ying is used to seeing good things, he still has a little bit of interest in some strange and rare spiritual treasures and magic weapons, and this interest is at most for him to touch.

No touch, no idea.

He had lost everything. When he was seriously injured and hungry, he didn't even have a spirit stone in his hand.

He has also obtained everything, such as heaven and earth treasures, spiritual weapons and magic weapons, etc., he can choose, and the whole devil world bows down to him.

So I realized early on that nothing outside of me is very important, what really matters is the power in the palm of my hand.

Money and sex are like dung to him.

Perhaps Zhong Ying thought of the word "color", and Zhong Ying stepped on a soft carpet.

The cold and majestic hall just now, but full of precious light, disappeared without a trace.Instead, there are crimson gauze curtains, screens painted with erotic pictures, the ambiguous and charming fragrance of tea flowers, the singing of orioles and the charming laughter of wind chimes.

That kind of thought-provoking laughter came from behind the light veil.

The sky did not know when it would be dark, and dozens of oil lamps were automatically lit in the house.The warm yellow lights outline the slender figures of the girls in detail, casting mouth-watering shadows on the red gauze.

Zhong Ying looked around and realized that he had passed the level of "wealth touches people's hearts" and entered the illusion of "beauty hero grave".

Fatty looked straight at him, his whole body trembling with excitement.

What kind of fairy secret code, what kind of natural material and earthly treasure, what kind of peerless magic weapon... In Fat Dun's mind, there is nothing but the light like a firefly.

The sixteen doors and windows were not closed, they were slightly opened, and the soft wind blew up a corner of the gauze.A tender white hand gently hooked the veil, revealing a delicate face.

Every dancer is stunning, but each has its own beauty.There is the national beauty of peony, the tranquility of lilac, and the independence of bluegrass.

The nostalgia for Tiancaidibao in Fatty's heart was instantly extinguished, leaving no traces.His eyes became more and more obsessed, and he didn't even notice the two lines of nosebleeds running down his nose.

"Hey, don't stain my clothes!" Zhong Ying almost jumped up and scolded.

Fatty seemed to have never heard of it.

The dancers laughed, or bowed their heads and pursed their lips, or covered their lips with a veil, or waved boldly at them.After a smile, the two danced around Zhong Ying, twisting their waists to their heart's content.

Zhong Yingkan's scalp hurts, and he is about to drag Fatty away just like before.Unexpectedly, Pang Dun was fascinated by the beauty, and his strength exploded in an instant. After breaking free from Zhong Ying's grasp, he threw himself directly into the chest of a dancer.

When the dancers saw him coming, they surrounded Pang Dun, whispered softly, threw themselves into their arms and smiled coquettishly at Pang Dun.

"These are all phantoms." Zhong Ying raised his forehead.

However, Fat Dun's nature is extremely beautiful, and now it's like a fish in the water, a wolf in the forest, how can he listen to this?He didn't understand what Zhong Ying was saying at all, and his mind was all in the arms of the beauty.

The veins on Zhong Ying's forehead twitched, and he decided to go directly to arrest him.

But this time, no matter whether Zhong Ying scolded or beat him, the fat man refused to let go, hugged the beauty's thigh with a bruised nose and swollen face, and wanted to live and die with the beauty.

The last time, when Zhong Ying teased Pang Dun, Pang Dun accidentally tore the dresses of the dancers: "Brother Ying, just let me die here, I don't want to leave again."

Zhong Ying: "...that's all you can do!"

"Being able to die in the arms of a beauty, I have great promise! Even my own mother and I will praise me if they know about it."

Thick-skinned enough not to communicate.Zhong Ying turned around and left.

Anyway, his life would not be in danger, so Zhong Ying was lazy to deal with this pervert, Pangdun.

Before he stepped out of the threshold, his calf was hooked by something, which was warm and slippery, "stirring the flames" along the skin.

Zhong Ying lowered his head coldly, and saw a stunning beauty with half-exposed breasts.

That beautiful woman had radiant black hair, and only a piece of red gauze was wrapped around her body. The gauze against the skin was as attractive as tofu milk.The body is exquisite and enchanting, and the important parts are looming.

The beauty raised her head, her eyes were as charming as silk, and she was so charming.

Seeing Zhong Ying bow her head, the beautiful woman raised her hand, Qianqianyu covered her lips with her hand, and tilted her head towards Zhong Ying with a smile: "Little brother, where are you going?"

The blue silk slipped from her neck to her collarbone, and the tulle moved an inch, waiting to be plucked.

Although Zhong Ying said that he wanted to marry a gentle and virtuous girl, he still couldn't get rid of the bad roots of men, and he liked little witches with attractive figures.

—but that was what he thought when he was a teenager.

Seeing this phantom scratching his head and posing, Zhong Ying raised his eyebrows, his body was ahead of his thoughts.

"what!"

The beauties with all kinds of charms were kicked out subconsciously by Zhong Ying like a rattan ball.

Next, Zhong Ying meets a fairy who does not stick to the world of mortals.

kick--

Innocent little girl.

kick--

The petite and willful young lady.

kick--

Probably because he kicked too much, a peach blossom tree appeared in front of Zhong Ying.

The spring breeze is ten miles, and the peach blossoms are young.

Under the peach blossom tree, sat a young man in white, as elegant as an exile.Seeing Zhong Yingxing coming, he got up leisurely, took off the flute around his waist, and wanted to play the flute in the wind, with a vague demeanor of a gentleman in the lotus.

Zhong Ying twitched the corners of his mouth, becoming even more impatient.

Could it be that the mirror of all living beings thinks that he likes men?Do you still like Junbuyi?

Zhong Ying refused, stepped forward and kicked the man to the ground, then clapped his hands smartly.

Regardless of men and women, he kicks!

In the fantasy world of beauty, Zhong Ying kicked a human-shaped sepak takraw ball all the way, and kicked it very joyously.

The author has something to say:

Zhong Ying: I am single based on my strength, and beauty is just a cloud.

Zhong Ying: ...It smells so good.