The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

"God, if I'm an idiot to you, you can't let me live in peace for a while."

Murong Chuan scolded his mother from the bottom of his heart, and he was puzzled, how could he find him for everything.

After he saw those monks and recalled the appearance of the monks who died just now, Murong Chuan came up with a painful answer.

"Um, well, everyone, my name is Pang Kuan, everyone calls me Fat Daoist, I..."

Just when everyone was at a loss, Murong Chuan tremblingly stepped out of the crowd, and spoke tremblingly with his fat belly.

But before he finished speaking, the black-robed priest said coldly: "We don't have time to listen to your nonsense, let's get to the point!"

Murong Chuan was so frightened that his fat body trembled involuntarily, and he stuttered and couldn't speak a whole sentence.

Everyone was already upset, and after being tossed about by Murong Chuan again, their anger rose up.

"Fellow Daoist, don't make trouble if you have nothing to do, we can't bear the loss of vitality alone."

This is the most tactful warning, and it is also the weakest one. The other warnings are very direct.

"Who are you, fat man, if you have something to say, get out if you have nothing to do."

"Kill the bastard with thousands of knives, what are you doing, believe it or not, I will kill you!"

"Where is the inarticulate person, look at your submissive appearance, how is it different from a waste."

"Which sect or sect are you from, I must discuss it with your sect, and don't send some trash out to embarrass yourself."

After repeated reprimands one after another, Murong Chuan retreated tremblingly, obviously wanting to relax for a while.

Murong Chuan was repeatedly reprimanded, but Qi Mu'er was indifferent, and even kept a distance from him.

This situation is inevitable, Qi Mu'er wooed him to let him block the gun, not to block the gun for him.

Just as Murong Chuan retreated from the crowd, Fengyue sneered slightly, waved her hand to stop the crowd from scolding, and said softly:
"Fatty, if you have something to say, speak up boldly. If you say something wrong, the Feng family will support you. We all move forward together, and we can tide over the difficulties by working together."

The appearance of Fengyue respectful and virtuous corporal made all the monks shut up and realized their mistakes.

The most important thing at this moment is to find out what is killing people, instead of condemning unknown dead fat people.

Instead of wasting words on him, it's better to find out the clues.

"I, I, like them, also feel the chill and malice."

When Murong Chuan spoke submissively, everyone was immediately annoyed by it, and even had the urge to hit someone.

Since you are all the same as them, why are you wasting so much time!

Everyone was angry from their hearts, and just about to curse, Fengyue waved her hand again to stop, and asked softly: "And then?"

"Then, the one who disappeared just now was also the one who said he felt the cold after the first attack.

In other words, that ghost only kills people who can sense the cold. "

Murong Chuan's submissive explanation caused everyone to frown deeply, but at the same time, a little happiness rose from the bottom of their hearts.

In any case, they didn't feel the cold, so there should be no danger for the time being.

"This is just your guess, how do you prove it?"

The black-robed priest questioned again, Murong Chuan seemed to have gained courage, and said angrily, "I can't prove it.

Look at our positions, which are located in the team, but why are we the only ones who feel the cold.

I am Miss Qi's follower, I followed her closely, she didn't feel anything abnormal, but he felt cold when he was in front of Miss Qi.

Isn't that enough proof? "

The cultivator Murong Chuan pointed at looked around in horror, then nodded heavily.

Immediately, everyone focused their attention on Qi Mu'er, who was originally trying to stay away from Murong Chuan, but at this moment she just became the focus of attention.

"Hey, Miss Qi, where have you been? Didn't you say that you will have a night talk tonight?"

Murong Chuan suddenly showed surprise, Qi Mu'er smiled awkwardly, but in her heart she wished to kill this stupid fat man.

All the monks were like mirrors in their hearts, how could they fail to see that Qi Muer wanted to stay away from Murong Chuan as much as possible for fear of attracting danger.

But everyone is scruples about affection, and often see through without telling the truth, how can Murong Chuan be so direct.

"Well, I'll talk to a sister about something, you can help Lord Fengyue deal with the problem."

Qi Mu'er was quick to think, and finally thought of a suitable reason, but she looked at Murong Chuan and said:

"What about the talk that night? Didn't you say you were looking forward to it?"

Everyone suddenly showed suspicion, seeing that Qi Mu'er's expression was not right.

No one expected that Qi Mu'er, who is beautiful and beautiful, would like this kind of taste.

Qi Mu'er hid in the crowd in embarrassment, but Fengyue smiled enchantingly: "It turns out that Fat Master likes to talk at night, why don't we talk tonight."

The people who were still making fun of Qi Muer suddenly froze their smiles on their faces. No one thought that Fengyue would say such a thing.

Could it be that the world has changed again, before the royals and nobles liked hooligans, but now it is popular to like stupid fat people?

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, wishing they could beat their chests and feet in grief.

What's wrong with the girls nowadays, can't they like the handsome young man who is as elegant as a banished fairy?

Fengyue is enough to surprise people, but even more surprising is yet to come.

"That, that, no need, I like big breasts and big butts, you don't like me."

Murong Chuan gestured clumsily, his eyes were still looking for Qi Muer's figure in the crowd, he didn't even look at Fengyue.

Everyone opened their mouths wide in astonishment, the mouth was so big that it could fit into a fist, they never dreamed that the fat man would answer like that.

Fengyue is indeed not a plump girl, but her body proportions are excellent, her buttocks and chest are very upright, but she is not as extreme as Qi Muer.

But even so, she was still a beautiful girl, and coupled with her status from a remote and ancient family, she was the goddess that many men dreamed of, but he refused in a daze.

Fengyue's forehead was bulging with blue veins, and there were faint signs of running away, and everyone was silent.

As any experienced man knows, telling a woman she's inferior to another woman in front of her usually has only one consequence.

However, at this moment, on the old tree of the Naihe River, vitality is passing by all the time, even if Fengyue is anxious, she doesn't want to waste time.

"Whether you want it or not is up to you. If your guess is true, then the target of the next attack will still be you."

Fengyue grabbed Murong Chuan's lapel, and then said to the black robe priest:

"Bei Si, there are six of them in total, you and I will each protect three of them, okay?"

The black-robed chief priest known as Bei Temple gave Murong Chuan a cold look, and said coldly, "I think this little fat man is interesting, so leave it to me to protect."

Bei Si doesn't know what Fengyue wants to do, but among the six selected monks, she only targets the fat man, so it must be worth targeting.

"You want him?" Fengyue's face became playful, and Murong Chuan hurriedly exclaimed:
"Come on, although you have no breasts and no ass, at least you are still a woman. I don't like poking chrysanthemums."