The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

Yuzhong has a cold temper and has no opinion on this matter. Anyway, everything is E Qiuling's own choice, and no one can influence it.

Shi Wanjun has a resolute personality and is good at forbearance. Naturally, his emotions and anger are invisible, making it difficult for people to see what he is thinking.

E Qiuling's beautiful eyes were full of peach blossoms, and that pitiful and seductive look, as long as he was a man, he couldn't bear it.

"Heh heh heh, you're really sensible. It just so happens that I lack a maidservant."

The man in the bloodline black robe snorted coldly in a nasal voice, and the abusive voice made E Qiuling feel cold, as if there was some discrepancy between the reality and the plan.

But there is no one in the world who buys regret medicine, so she will suffer no matter what happens in the future.

"Thank you, Master Priest, for your kindness. It is my blessing to be your maidservant."

E Qiuling calmed down, her charming smile appeared again, and she obediently stood behind the man in the bloodline black robe.

"Yes, very sensible. In view of your performance this time, let's reward the Holy Water first."

The man in the bloodline black robe seemed to be having a convulsion, and his voice suddenly returned to neutral and peaceful, as if his emotions had a direct impact on his voice.

"Thank you, Lord Officiant, for the reward."

E Qiuling bowed and respectfully waited for the reward.Although I don't know what holy water is, I think it's not too bad.

Her body and mind were controlled, even if the holy water was poison, it was just killing her.

Compared with being controlled, she would rather die of poisoning.

But what surprised her was that the reward didn't come without waiting, and she couldn't help but look up at the man in the bloodline black robe.

But the man in the bloodline black robe sneered, slapped her on the face, and angrily said:
"Trash! Don't kneel on the ground, untie the waist of my trousers, and greet the holy water with my mouth!"

E Qiuling, Yuzhong, and Shi Wanjun's eyes suddenly became sharp and frightening, and they wanted to eat the flesh and blood of the black-robed man raw.

As the saying goes, a scholar can be killed, but not humiliated.

As a monk, there must be a bottom line. Even if Murong Chuan is very shameless, he just makes himself look shameless, and has never deliberately abused anyone.

Of course, he has also abused others, but at least in public, he has never done such an outrageous thing.

E Qiuling resisted with all his strength, and his whole body trembled involuntarily, but he couldn't compare to the terror control of the puppet's blood mark.

She knelt on the ground involuntarily, stretched her hands trembling forward, and the man in the blood-streaked black robe looked up to the sky and laughed again.

"You three trash, hurry up and bring me the treasure!"

Enjoying E Qiuling's service, the bloodline black-robed man urinated comfortably while scolding the three black-robed men in a cold voice.

Holding the little bean in his mouth, feeling the warm body fluid slipping through his mouth, E Qiuling shed tears of humiliation, but he had to do such a humiliating thing.

The three quickly fetched the treasure, and the man in the bloodline black robe held the pill bottle in his palm, his heart was full of joy and admiration.

Leaving aside the elixir in the bottle, the elixir bottle alone is invaluable. Judging from the antique flavor, it is at least an item from the ancient times.

"Hahahaha, it's another bottle of ancient medicine, God help me!"

The man in the bloodline black robe looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, and then slapped his palm on the frozen Murong River ice, causing ice shards to splash and cracks spread.

"Go dig that bastard out, after I check what kind of elixir it is, I will torture the corpse!"

The voice of the man in the bloodline black robe was calm and peaceful one moment, but full of resentment and hatred the next.

The six people quickly cleaned and added ice, and the man in the black robe with the blood line stood beside the solid ice, holding the pill bottle and couldn't put it down.

He said he wanted to check it out, but he just couldn't bear to open it, as if he could never get enough of it.

"Murong Chuan, Murong Chuan, when you were proud of the spring breeze, did you ever think that you would have today!
Heh heh heh, hahaha..."

The man in the bloodline black robe laughed morbidly, as if he was having endless fun.

But as the old saying goes, extreme joy brings sorrow and sweetness brings bitterness. Just when the bloodline black-robed man was at his happiest, the quaint pill bottle shattered silently, and a red mist suddenly enveloped the entire forest.

"It's not good, it's deceitful, protect the priest!"

A black-robed man never forgot to flatter when he was in danger, and the group quickly fled from the range of the red mist.

But the strange thing is that before they escaped from the woods, the red mist disappeared, as if it had never existed.

The few people didn't have any abnormalities, so they couldn't help but stopped.

"What's going on, what happened just now!"

The man in the bloodline black robe roared in embarrassment, the pill bottle exploded by itself, and the good pill was gone, how could he not be angry.

"Subordinates don't know."

The three men in black robes lowered their heads and answered, the blood-lined men in black robes weighed heavily on their heads.

Yu Zhong didn't resist anymore, but said concisely: "Either the pill bottle is old, or this is a trap."

"trap?"

The man in the bloodline black robe was startled, then quickly rushed to Murong Chuan's location, and roared at the same time:
"Murong Chuan! You are not dead! Hahahaha, you are not dead!
Then I will definitely make you regret, why didn't you die in the ice at that time! "

That resentful voice was as real as it was, it was because he and Murong Chuan had a sworn feud and wished to cut him into pieces.

The man in the bloodline black robe rushed towards the solid ice, Shi Wanjun looked at Yuzhong suspiciously, obviously asking who the man in the bloodline black robe was.

But Yuzhong also looked helpless, he knew that Murong Chuan was very good at annoying people, but he had never heard of such an enemy.

The man in the bloodline black robe rushed to the solid ice, and his frozen figure had long since disappeared, but a line of words was carved on the tree trunk.

"Grandson, the magic dragon bee tastes good, if you like it, I can satisfy you.

I'm in the woods, let's play a game.Find me within a quarter of an hour, and we'll have a fair fight.

If you can't find me, I will tell you about the anecdote between you and Eunuch Wei. "

"Mu! Rong! Chuan!"

The man in the bloodline black robe gritted his teeth and roared to the sky, and pulled down the wide hood, revealing a very handsome face.

"Jiang Qiancheng!"

Shi Wanjun exclaimed in astonishment, he never dreamed that Jiang Qiancheng, who was kidnapped by Murong Chuan, would appear here.

Still appearing as the dean of the Blood Prison Holy Cult in the Divine Bridge Realm.

No wonder he was full of resentment towards Murong Chuan, no wonder he wished to eat his flesh and blood raw.

It can be said that Jiang Qiancheng's entire life was ruined by Murong Chuan.

Of course, it can be understood that he wanted to kill Murong Chuan because he wanted to trouble Murong Chuan, so he played himself badly.

"Hmph! Shi Wanjun, I don't have time to deal with you right now. I'll take good care of you when I catch Murong Chuan!"

Jiang Qiancheng scolded coldly, and then looked at Yuzhong with resentment, as if Yuzhong's resentment was second only to Murongchuan's.

Yuzhong's expression was indifferent, and he didn't care about Jiang Qiancheng's expression at all.He had only heard the name Jiang Qiancheng before, and he didn't know this person at all.

Jiang Qiancheng snorted coldly again, and Shenhong stepped up and shot away, looking for Murongchuan at an extremely fast speed.

"You offended him too?"

Shi Wanjun was a little surprised, Yuzhong shook his head slowly and said, "I've heard his name before, but I haven't seen him before."

"That's strange, it seems that he hates you not much less than Murong Chuan."

Although Shi Wanjun is good at forbearance, he is not bad at talking.As long as he wants to, he can become a chatterbox at any time.