Raiders mission is to breed to get rich

Always makes him feel similar eyes, special quirks, similar personality, always distorted plot...

It is true that the person in front of him is Feng Zun, but it is not certain whether it is just Feng Zun or whether he has other identities.

Sinan's usual doubts were strung together, suggesting a truth he didn't quite believe but was obvious, and he wasn't ready to say it now.

Feng Zun's status alone is enough for him to talk to Cheng Xuzhi.

Sinan turned his head to look at the young sect master next to him. This person's luck is really strange. If he is lucky, he will never fall into his hands. If he is not lucky, it is impossible to reveal the biggest secret in this cultivation world Opening the scene, so coincidentally passed out.

Sinan tried it, but he was really dizzy, and he wasn't pretending at all.

Cheng Xuzhi is very satisfied with the height difference between himself and Sinan. Through accumulating spiritual power and recovering quickly in the past few days, he has been able to restore the appearance of an adult, but he has not tried it for a long time.

Going back to look at Sinan from a familiar angle, he naturally felt the confidence brought by his height. Just as he coughed lightly to explain his purpose, Sinan squatted down decisively to try the breath of the young sect master next to him.

"I'm really dizzy." Sinan sighed reassuringly.

Cheng Xuzhi's prepared momentum completely collapsed.

"Come on, why are you trying so hard to hide by my side?" Sinan's expression was still calm, "Let me think about it, if you haven't killed me for so long, you definitely didn't come here to kill Huan Yanjun. Is there anything else you're thinking about?"

Cheng Xuzhi touched his nose helplessly, I let you say everything, what should I say.

I can only tell the truth: "I haven't recovered yet, so I can't go back to the Western Continent."

The grown-up Feng Zun spoke like a string, Feng Ming was definitely not joking, but this voice could not hide his subtle similarities with the previous two worlds.

With doubts, the more he thought about it, the more he resembled him, and he felt that he was the soul under the skin of "Ferich" and "Cheng Jinyun".

Sinan suppressed the speculation in his heart: "It's just like this? Then why do you insist on hiding in the Three Mountains School?"

"The most dangerous place is the safest, isn't it?" Cheng Xuzhi smiled slightly, trying to add some chips to himself, "I can swear by the monster clan that I have no malice towards you or everyone in the Sanshan faction, just temporarily Just borrow an identity."

There was thunder outside on a sunny day.

Sinan: "...Then do you think I believe it?"

Cheng Xuzhi: "..."

Is it a vendetta that hurt him?

"Hey, we demons always hold grudges..." Cheng Xuzhi's voice became weaker and weaker, "But I can guarantee that we will never mention it in the future, and there will be no more grudges in the Western Continent. "

The sun was shining brightly outside, as if the lightning and thunder just now were all illusions.

Cheng Xuzhi's eyes flickered, and he rarely looked at Sinan sincerely: "Besides, isn't your purpose to make the two continents merge into one, so that humans, monsters and monsters live together and communicate with each other, and no longer distinguish superiority by region and race?"

What he didn't say is that - in this way, you can promote your breeding technology and expand the market with three times the number of human monster mouths, isn't it?

Cheng Xuzhi is still confident about this point. He dares to say that no monk in the world knows Sinan better than a demon master like him.

Even the so-called big disciple who studied hard, Ming Ke, the man of destiny in this book, can't compare to him.

That's far away.

Sure enough, Sinan showed a hint of interest, and even smiled.

Cheng Xuzhi approached him, and suddenly found that he was now a standard villain trading scene.

He blew on the down feathers that fell from Sinan's shoulders in a wicked way, and the white goose feathers fluttered gently, sweeping Sinan's side face.

Sinan moved, and he could see the narrow and long eyes of Feng Zun, who were so beautiful as if he had stolen the moonlight, and the black hair fell, covering the corners of his slightly raised mouth:

"Why go far and wide to find that long-tailed tit, as long as you take me in, the Western Continent can open the door to you at any time."

Hearing this alluring voice, Sinan was in a trance for a moment.

Cheng Xuzhi really wanted to laugh this time, his eyes fell on Sinan's face, eyes, mouth...

— "Wait, how do you know about long-tailed tits?"

Cheng Xuzhi's smile "cracked" froze.

Si Nan drew a little distance away suspiciously, squinted his eyes and looked at Cheng Xuzhi: "When fellow Daoist Yuan came, you hadn't gone up the mountain yet, and you came a few days later..."

Also put on a cute and pitiful look.

Sinan suddenly became more and more angry.

After contacting this time again, Hong Yi, Phoenix, and Fatty Round went down the mountain...

"Which chicken are you? That little red chicken?" Sinan showed a rare and sinister smile, and the knife in his hand chopped into the vegetable mound with a "bang".

Cheng Xuzhi: ...

Life is full of surprises.

Feng Zun is in Huan Yanjun's chicken coop——

Cheat food and drink.

Make a fortune.

Play dumb.

Down and out Phoenix hard-packed chicken.

If this word gets out, how can you be a monster?

Cheng Xuzhi felt suffocated thinking about that scene.

Fortunately, Sinan managed to save face for him. After a pause, he still thought of Feng Zun's benefits: "Forget it, I won't mention the past, but I still have to tell the head of your identity. Whether you want to go or stay, You decide."

After all, he might be an "old acquaintance", and Sinan felt relieved subconsciously, which prompted him to make such a gentle decision.

Cheng Xuzhi didn't expect this level, but he also felt a little proud.

Probably because of trust.

Sinan quickly tied up the big bag of goose down, which was an apology gift from Feng Zun, and they all knew it.

Just thinking of what animal and who it might have been cut from, Sinan suddenly felt a little embarrassed and guilty: "Next time, that Fellow Daoist Jade Feather...is your subordinate, right? I'll entertain him again when I come again, don't worry, Definitely not goose."

It's too cruel to push yourself and others.

But Daoist Yuyu seemed to be having a good time eating?

Sinan was confused.

Cheng Xuzhi intervened, feeling a little unhappy.

Hmph, are you eating the animals I turned into in front of me, are you not doing that often enough?This time, he felt guilty towards the white goose.

Cheng Xuzhi thought silently, next time he would send some stewed goose to his white-haired general.

A certain white goose who is running spiritual power to try to grow new chest hair: I feel cold behind.

And Si Nan watched calmly as Feng Zun changed back to the form of a boy in red clothes due to loss of strength.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something: "So, those weird chickens who always follow you are also your subordinates?"

Is it the ones that eat a lot but neither grow meat nor lay eggs?

Is it the ones who always dominate the food bowl and the fruit forest and don't talk about it?

It's the ones that were paired for a long time and didn't even give birth to half a cub?

Although Sinan didn't say it out loud, his expression clearly stated—disgusting.

Why are you Yaozu so shameful.

Cheng Xuzhi, who just got out of the little red chicken's affairs: ...

fuck.

I feel that he has too many things to tell about Sinan here, what should I do?

On Lingji Peak, there is no one to supervise them these days, running and jumping on the mountain every day, looking at the water, looking at the mountains and trees, talking about love and crowing, and the subordinates who have lived a peaceful and rich retirement life in advance, suddenly feel a little bad.

Qingniao stroked her little stomach of the Le Busi Shu brand, and whispered, "Is it an illusion?"

When the young master woke up, everything had returned to normal. He had no idea that he had missed the opportunity to witness a historic moment in the future development of the Eastern and Western Continents.

Except for the packaged bag of unknown items, which foreshadows the possible tragic accident of a young man in white who suddenly disappeared.

The young sect master didn't even dare to ask what it was, he lowered his head and trembled, and was still in the mood to lament his life——

Since he was a child, his father told him how rich Chongdaomen was. He always thought that his life was simple, to be the son of the richest man who spends money on others, and to become the next richest man lying on the spiritual mine.

Boring, but down-to-earth life.

Unexpectedly, today, there is a day beyond the sky, someone actually beat him in showing off his wealth!

The young sect master's belief in life was shattered, his values ​​were severely shaken, and he was terrified.

Even if he can survive today, can he continue to lie on the spiritual mine and be happy?

In fact, although the cannon fodder young master of Chongdaomen has a low IQ, he has a strong intuition when it comes to spending money.

The value of spirit stones is determined by the relationship between supply and demand. Once the east and west continents really start to communicate, the spirit mines from the west continent that have never been included in the market will flood into the east continent, and they will inevitably face spirit stone inflation.

In the face of real local tyrants, Chongdaomen is in danger.

The news announced by Lord Huanyan or the Sanshan faction in the future will change the markets of the entire eastern and western continents, causing a change no less than a major war.

The only thing that will never change is the hard currency that travels all over the world——

Huan Yanjun's spirit chickens.

The distant western continent.

The chubby man who stayed at the foot of the mountain and got the first batch of goods from the people sent by Lord Huanyan rushed to his customers in the western continent without stopping when Sinan went down the mountain to sell chickens.

The [-] chickens ordered by the monsters are not enough. The total number of chickens given by Huan Yanjun this time is only [-], so they can only be mixed with other ordinary chickens he bought, and the family can divide a few chickens. .

As a smuggling businessman, the chubby man can always bring interesting gadgets and trends from the Eastern Continent to the tribes in the Western Continent. Although he is not valued by the demon masters, he still has a lot of face among the reception staff of various tribes.

For example, this little fashion of eating chicken was brought by the fat man.

How can the Yaozu have any particular cooking methods.They have the desire for pleasure, pursue the natural nature, and do whatever they want, and they just eat whatever they want.

There are so few mortals, and all of them are hiding under the protection of the Renxiu sect. The monsters have to go to great lengths to catch a cook.

Difficult!

Tiger King once saw a little monster with a more handsome appearance, and began to guess whether it would be delicious to eat raw.

The Western Continent, which is very scary in the eyes of mortals, is actually thirsty for skilled workers in the mortal world. Every human being who can embroider, sew, cook and other skills is treated here comparable to Jindan people.

Every mortal who comes to the Western Continent will...

I don't want to go back.

It's no wonder that the dangerous legend of "the West Continent never returns" has been left in the Eastern Continent.

Now, it is the recipe brought by the chubby man from the Eastern Continent, as well as those carefully raised and delicious food, which rescued their taste buds.

"Xiao Yuan!" Tiger King hugged the shivering chubby man, calling him brother and brother, "From now on, you will be my brother of Baihu. If you mention my name on this road, no one will dare to challenge you!"

As he said that, Tiger King tore open a fat chicken, hesitating again and again without swallowing it, and began to taste it in small bites.

The beauties in Tiger King's Courtyard wept and were very grateful.

If it hadn't been for the chubby man who rescued the tiger king's mouth, and a good cook, they might be in trouble.

The chubby man was shaking violently, but at least he didn't transform, and said very honestly, "Brother 23, I'd like to toast you."

"Two, 23?" Tiger King burped in confusion, "Where did the 22 come from?"

The chubby man smiled shyly: "It's the place I passed in front, the demon cultivators who have worshiped brothers..."

The Demon King, who hadn't ordered a chicken from him before, made connections more diligently, so once ranked down, the Tiger King could only be regarded as 23rd.

Tiger King:"……"

Those goblins are really cunning.

The Tiger King didn't care too much, and happily patted the chubby man on the shoulder: "By the way, brother, you said you have something to tell me, what is it?"

The chubby man was excited and thought of something serious: "That's what my loyal master wants to ask you. Do the monster race like these things? Are you willing to communicate and trade for a long time?"

"Of course my clan is willing!" Tiger King smacked his mouth and suddenly asked curiously, "Who is your master?"

The chubby man chuckled, and touched the life-saving magic weapon on his body - although according to the previous experience, he didn't use it.

He said, "It's Lord Huan Yan."

"Huan...huh?" Tiger King widened his eyes and was suddenly stunned.

Si Nan returned to Ling Jifeng, looked at Cheng Xuzhi who was about to meet the head of the sect, and felt a little guilty in his heart——

It's okay that you lied to me.

A few days ago, I poached your corner.

The author has something to say: Feng Zun didn't know that his backyard was already riddled with holes.

Of course, he is still the most enviable demon in the Western Continent, because he has the best private chef in the world, the dream of a demon in the whole continent, and a perfect demon life.

300 years later, when the east and west continents no longer had a clear division of races, human cultivators began to understand demon cultivators and demon cultivators.

#Rumors about the First World War between the East and the West#

Landlord: I won’t talk about the demonic cultivators, but I suspect that the demonic cultivators are just trying to destroy the fortress of Renxiu and snatch away the chefs inside...

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 11 bottles of Zhulvjun; see you in the West Continent in your dream, are you an excellent human chef?Beautiful monsters are waiting for you!