Slag Reconstruction System

Hearing Ye Tan's words, two words flashed through Xing Wufeng's mind: Abnormal.

Ye Tan said: "I haven't been able to see Wufeng, and I almost suffered from lovesickness, so I have to rely on these playbooks to see things and think about people."

Xing Wufeng laughed twice: "Master Ye, Xing is not so attractive, and you have never met me, how can you never forget me?"

When he is so stupid, someone who has never even met him can still fall in love at first sight just hearing about his great achievements?

"Wufeng, you forgot what you just promised me?"

Xing Wufeng thought for a while, his mouth twitched: "Ye Tan."

Since the face on the wanted notice was designed by Ye Tan, it must be in his heart that the leader of the Demon Cult looks like this.He can see things and think about people with such a face, it can only be said that he is a pervert with a strong taste.

Ye Tan didn't know what the man was thinking, and smiled with satisfaction: "There is no wind, it's getting late, we should go to bed."

"No, I'm going back." Xing Wufeng declined.

City Lord Ye could not let him go, hooked his sleeve with his right hand, and stretched his fingertips up into his sleeve, "Windless, as far as I know, Lingyun Palace is [-] miles away from here. Besides, the mountain road is not easy to walk, why don't you rest for a night next time, it's not too late to go tomorrow."

Xing Wufeng sat upright, and continued to decline politely: "I still have something to deal with in my teaching, so I can't stay here for long."

Seeing that he insisted on leaving, Ye Tan simply put his hands up and down and hugged the man.

"There is no wind, a spring night is worth a thousand dollars, don't worry about the academic affairs, I promise you will make you want. Immortal. Desire. Death."

After all, Ye Tan forcefully brought Xing Wufeng to the bed.

The man was helpless, his body remained motionless, as heavy as a rock.

Ye Tan pushed but didn't push, pushed again and still didn't move, he got angry, got up from the bed, sat on Xing Wufeng's lap, pushed the man's chest with all his might.

With something hard resting on his palm, a trace of doubt flashed across Ye Tan's brows.

It was too late for Xing Wufeng to stop it, Ye Tan quickly pulled out the book, staring at the familiar cover and familiar fonts—the spring, boudoir, secret that I and the leader of the Demon Cult had to talk about on August [-]. history.

The corner of his mouth couldn't help being stained with a lustful smile, Ye Tan slightly adjusted the end of his eyes, and his voice was soft and gentle: "Wufeng, so you have read this book."

"I do not……"

"Don't explain." Ye Tan interrupted him, the charm in his eyes became a little bit stronger, "Then have you read the Eighteen Styles of Long Yang written in it, it is more powerful than Jin Ping Mei There is still boundless spring.”

"..." There is still Jin.Ping.Mei in this world.

Ye Tan was very interested, flipped through a few pages, and turned the content of the book to the man.

Xing Wufeng only glanced away before looking away, really hot eyes.

"Wufeng, this position is the most difficult, but you are so powerful in martial arts, you must have excellent flexibility in your body, you just need to support the ground with your hands, stand upside down and spread your legs to the sides, exposing the honey hole between the buttocks, and then I hold your—"

"Ye Tan, I really have to leave." Xing Wufeng interrupted him harshly as the other party's words became more and more dirty.

Ye Tan was quiet for a moment, "Are you angry?"

Nonsense, can I not be angry, your small body can't push me, and you dare to miss my ass. How insulting.

Xing Wufeng roared crazily in his heart, and the expression on his face became more and more cold.

Maybe it's because he has been a civilized person for a long time, he almost forgot that he is now the overlord of a party, even if Ye Tan is the lord of Wuyou City, no one can stop him if he wants to leave.

"Master Ye, Mr. Xing can't delay any longer, so let's leave now."

Xing Wufeng cupped his hands, turned and left unceremoniously.

When he was about to reach the door, Ye Tan's sullen voice suddenly came from behind him: "Xing Wufeng, do you think you left?"

The man stopped and smiled contemptuously, "If you want to stop me, it depends on whether you have the ability."

After saying this, he directly pushed open the door and walked out, but he didn't want to. After walking a few steps, a large net fell from the sky.

Xing Wufeng moved his palm secretly, and when the big net was about to fall, he released it suddenly. The next moment, he was bound into a dumpling by the big net.

How can it be?He couldn't believe it.

One blow failed, and he secretly used his internal force to shatter it, but the domineering and fierce internal force bounced onto the net as if it had hit cotton, and there was no reaction at all.

He stopped believing in evil.

Just as he was about to activate his inner strength again, Ye Tan walked out leisurely, "Don't waste your efforts, just obey me obediently."

Xing Wufeng raised his eyes abruptly, his dark brows were gloomy, "What is this?"

Ye Tan walked up to him slowly, "This is the heaven and earth net I specially prepared for you. It was made of the most refined golden silk and spent decades tempering it. It doesn't matter if your martial arts are the best in the world. Not captured by me."

Xing Wufeng calmly said: "Ye Tan, what is your purpose?"

"What purpose can I have, of course it is to stay and fly with you." Ye Tan looked innocent.

But the man will no longer believe his nonsense.

What a mistake, if he hadn't been too confident in his martial arts, he could have escaped from the net before it fell.

But regretting now is useless.

Ye Tan winked at his subordinates, and those men in black stepped forward to arrest Xing Wufeng.

"Wufeng, please stay in my worry-free city for a while longer, I will definitely treat you well." He smiled windily.

Xing Wufeng trembled, goosebumps all over his body.

Does he really want the chrysanthemum to be lost?

On the other side, the disappearance of Xing Wufeng made everyone fall into silence.

The surviving trio: "Brothers, where do you think Master has gone?"

Qiu Luochen: "I don't know."

Mu Xin: "Master, the old man has gone to the wild cranes."

Chi Yu: "Master hasn't praised me yet, how can I disappear!!!"

Xie Zi didn't speak, and thought: Hmph, that old prostitute must have gone to have a good time.

Lian Mo clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, you are so good."

Compared with their calm posture, the abstract group of four is definitely a loyal apprentice, "No, we have to go down the mountain to find the master." After saying that, without discussing with everyone, they disappeared in a few jumps.

Xie Zi withdrew his gaze, raised his eyebrows and said, "Then what about us, should we wait here or go looking for it?"

Qiu Luochen said: "I'm a little tired today, so I'll go back to my room to rest."

Mu Xin said, "I'm going back to my room too."

Chi Yu was a little hesitant, wanting to go down the mountain to look for it, but also worried that the master would miss it when he came back halfway, so he couldn't decide to pay attention for a while.

Xie Zi yawned lazily, and said lazily and casually: "Master, he may be lying in some gentle place right now, I'd better not bother him." He was the first to turn around , directly went back to his room.

The few remaining people looked at each other in blank dismay, and returned to their rooms one after another.

Lian Mo, who stayed where she was, put away the humble and kind expression on her face, and a thoughtful light flashed in her eyes.

He looked up at the sky, that day was finally coming.

The moon and stars are sparse, and everything is silent.

"Squeak." There was a slight movement in the quiet space.

A slender figure floated out of the room, and disappeared into the black fog in an instant.

The night is still long.

The author has something to say: This chapter is too short, I will make up a fat chapter during the day