Stealing the Yuri Protagonist Harem

However, what it didn't know was that the reason why Luo Wusheng was so repetitive was because he was hesitating whether to make black silk stockings for Bai Xiaoyao.

Perhaps he still had a little thought of wanting to see the sleeping barefoot demon girl for a while longer.

As a result, because of the repeated failures in using the secret method, it suffered a backlash and became a little sluggish.

So much so that when Luo Wusheng really didn't put the materials back, it didn't have the strength to use the secret method for a short time.

(Forget it, at least this guy stopped. When I recover, I will leave here immediately.)

When it finally made a decision, it suddenly saw the light.

It realized that it was taken out of the storage bag and fell to the ground, and there were several people around it.

At first glance, it saw the hateful Demon Sect Saint.

Thinking of its previous many painful failures, its narrow and slender eyes showed some hatred.

Damn, if the group of bald heads hadn't specifically instructed it, it would have to cut the Demon Sect Saint into pieces!

But why did this guy throw himself out of the storage bag?

The ugly gray-haired mouse suddenly had a bad feeling.

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"Huh? Why does this guy seem a little listless? Oh, that's right, after all, he's been in the storage bag for half a day."

Luo Wusheng looked at the gray-haired mouse he threw out and muttered to himself thoughtfully.

Of course, the five refiners who were completely out of the service area couldn't hear what he was saying.

But the gray-haired mouse could hear it.

(It's all your fault!)

It wanted to let the Demon Sect Saint in front of it experience its own power, but it was in a bad state and could only barely support itself, showing a ferocious expression, and bloodshot eyes.

"Tsk, it's still so ugly."

Hearing the ridicule of the young man in front of it, the gray-haired mouse felt that the string that kept its sanity was about to break.

It loves money the most in its life and hates being called ugly the most.

But the Demon Sect Saint has called it ugly twice in front of it!

It can't be tolerated!

But thinking of its current state, it decided to endure it a little longer.

It doesn't matter. When the day comes to implement the plan, I can take revenge and complain.

(But why did he let me out at this time?)

The gray-haired mouse was thinking, but he heard Song Zhong beside Luo Wusheng's loud voice.

"Sir, the Holy Son! What are you doing with this... strange-looking mouse?"

Because he didn't know what his own Holy Son was talking about, Song Zhong, who couldn't grasp his intention, chose to say it in a euphemistic way.

He also thought that this mouse was ugly.

And opposite him, Luo Wusheng, who knew that no one would listen to what he said now, waved his hand.

A black fire gun fell into his hand.

Without hesitation, regardless of what bullets were loaded, Luo Wusheng casually shot at the gray-haired mouse in the cage.

Although it sounds like a cruel thing, he inexplicably has no psychological burden... Maybe it's because this strange ugly mouse has accumulated too many negative emotions for him?

However, in order to prevent the mouse from being injured due to its weak defense, he still used his spiritual power to weaken the power of the bullet itself.

This is the last tenderness of the Holy Son of the Demon Sect.

The gray-haired mouse tried to dodge, but it was just an ordinary mouse at this time. How could it be faster than the bullet?

So it scratched a little fur on its body.

The effect of the bullet took effect on its body.

Suddenly, it seemed to see that the worker mice under its command no longer gave it money, and even gave the money that should belong to it to the hateful Demon Sect Saint in front of it!

How could it be like this! Although the money was earned by the blood and sweat of those low-level worker mice, it should be its own money!

It is better to take the money of the mouse than to kill the mouse's parents!

It was anxious.

It was so anxious that tears fell.

"Huh? Is it a tear gas?"

Luo Wusheng looked at the bean-sized tears sliding down the sparse gray hair of the mouse and touched his chin.

In fact, he was still a little wary of this mouse.

Although he couldn't check anything, the timing of its appearance was too suspicious, and the feeling of disgust on its body that made him feel disgusted also made him very concerned.

He fired this shot, and there was also a bit of tentative meaning.

However, the other party's performance was still no different from that of an ordinary mouse.

Did he really think too much? Perhaps it was just because the ugly mouse had sparse hair that aroused his bald donkey ptsd?

After a little hesitation, he carved a few lines on the wooden board he had taken out earlier.

Although this group of refiners could not communicate now, they would be able to understand his message after the effect on them was over.

After doing this, Luo Wusheng looked at the refiners.

They all showed an expression of sudden enlightenment on their faces.

"So that's it! Lord Saint wants us to try the effect of those bullets on other creatures!"

Song Zhong immediately stood up: "It is true that low-level cultivators who use ordinary soldiers often rely on clearing out animal troubles in exchange for cultivation resources! Testing the effect on other animals is equally important! I didn't expect Lord Saint to see the incompleteness of our ideas! He is worthy of being Lord Saint!"

He bowed his head and saluted.

The other four saw the posture of their own Senior Brother Song, although they didn't know what he was saying, they all nodded secretly.

Sure enough, just as they thought, the Holy Son was reminding them not to focus only on humans, but to compare the effects of bullets on other creatures.

Even the Holy Son brought an experimental subject here for this purpose!

These people are almost writing gratitude on their faces.

Luo Wusheng's mouth twitched.

(Forget it, let them think whatever they want now. When they recover, they will naturally see the instructions I left.)

He didn't want to waste time with a group of people with real communication barriers.

If he spent most of the day to make these refiners understand what he meant, but the side effects on them were lifted the next second, then he really had no place to complain.

Thinking of this, Luo Wusheng nodded slightly to them.

Putting the wooden board with the words aside, he walked downstairs slowly and left the sight of the refiners.

What these refiners didn't notice was that every time their Holy Son took a big step, the fluctuation of his breath became blurred.

(Well, this should be fine.)

Luo Wusheng, who had perfectly concealed his figure and breath, stood outside the Magic Weapon Pavilion.

There was a constant stream of people on the long street, but no one paid him any attention.

The son of the demon sect nodded with satisfaction.

Hongyan Tower, I, Long Dahai, am here again!

Section 1 # Volume 1 # Chapter 58 Lu Yuli: I suspect this guy wants to flirt with my master

Sword Pavilion, Shuangxue Peak.

Lu Yuli sat in her small pavilion, holding a short wooden sword with a wide blade, with a nervous look on her face.

"Finally... I know what that guy has said to my master these two days..."

Miss Jianxian felt like she was dreaming these two days.

If her master's sword test on one peak the day before yesterday had already surprised her, then the next two days had already made her doubt her life.

Yesterday, her master Ling Shuangxue successfully fulfilled what she said when she defeated the head of Lingyu Peak the day before yesterday.

Sword test on three peaks.

The ending was a complete victory.

Lu Yuli watched her master, who was supposed to be seriously injured and not yet recovered, show a strength that had never been seen before. He fought three peak masters in the early stage of the Nascent Soul with a crushing attitude, and even refined more of the spiritual essence of the blood jade in the middle, completely returning to the cultivation level of the early stage of the Nascent Soul.

She thought that this was already absurd and shocking enough, but today, her master completely refreshed her cognition.

Sword test seven peaks!

And the cultivation level of the last peak master is the middle stage of the Nascent Soul!

Her master defeated all the six peak masters with six swords. When his momentum reached the peak, he chose to challenge the middle stage of the Nascent Soul without hesitation, causing countless exclamations from the disciples watching the Sword Pavilion.

You know, the Nascent Soul of the Sword Pavilion is not those who are piled up with elixirs. The foundation is more solid than one. It can be said that it is as difficult as ascending to heaven for the same Sword Pavilion Nascent Soul to fight across levels.

This is indeed the case.

Facing the pressure of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, her master, who was originally as powerful as a rainbow, was restricted everywhere, and gradually fell into a disadvantage as the sword lights crossed.

But at that time, there was no panic in the master's eyes. He just swung sword after sword according to his own rhythm to take on the opponent's attack.

Block one sword, block ten swords, block a hundred swords...

Even the slowest Sword Pavilion monks should have noticed something was wrong.

Sure enough, just when the Nascent Soul Middle Stage Master gradually became serious and slashed out tens of millions of swords with all his strength in an instant, changes appeared on his master's body.

The terrifying spiritual power poured into the cold light thin sword in his hand like a torrent.

This sword broke through the thousands of sword lights and slashed on the opponent's body.

It also broke the bottleneck of his master.

Today, Ling Shuangxue, the master of Shuangxue Peak, won the sword test of seven peaks and officially entered the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

Everyone present was amazed, and the masters of various peaks came to congratulate.

Some people came to ask why she made such a fast progress, and said that the effect of breaking and then building was so good that they wanted to go crazy again.

When this question was mentioned, the head of the Frost and Snow Peak, who was always known for her indifference to human feelings, rarely smiled.

Her answer was simple: I accepted a good disciple...

So, all the eyes on the scene were focused on Lu Yuli, who was placed aside to watch the battle.

(I am not! I didn't!)

Even though she wanted to cry but couldn't, as one of the parties involved and the real culprit, Miss Jianxian suppressed the change of her expression with great heart.

Keep smiling, elegance will never go out of style.

She already felt that the heart she had cultivated over the past ten years was for these two days.

Fortunately, her master soon received the message from the master of the Sword Pavilion and went to deal with the relevant matters after being promoted to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

Because he was worried about me, he sent me back to Frost and Snow Peak first.

Time returned to the present.

Seeing the words slowly reflected on the wooden sword in her hand, the somewhat nervous Miss Jianxian immediately focused her attention on it.

With the cultivation of the late stage of foundation building, she read ten lines at a glance and quickly scanned the message displayed on the wooden sword.

At first, Lu Yuli was still calm.

The master in the message was a little more talkative, but it was still within her acceptable range and there was not much abnormality.

She nodded secretly.

(However, the story that guy told this time was indeed very interesting... No, no, now is not the time to do this!)