Cannon fodder female supporter's technological path to immortality

Chapter 88

The voice as sweet as honey fell into the ears of the monk in white, but it was like a reminder.

Seeing that, she was about to be dragged in front of Ouyang Feifei.

With a cruel heart, he took out all the storage bags he had finally stolen and threw them at Ouyang Feifei.

Ouyang Feifei thought it was a hidden weapon at first, she pulled back the side and flung the storage bags apart.

"That's my storage bag!"

The sharp-eyed monk immediately recognized his storage bag and rushed to grab it. The rest of the monks realized that the man was really a thief.

In order to grab the storage bag, those monks had completely ignored Ouyang Feifei, and crowded towards her, spell after spell, which made her tired of coping.

The friar in white took advantage of the chaos and fled.

Su Wanyue also hurriedly slipped away with Ming Su.

She left a trace of thunder and lightning on the monk in white, following the breath.

Su Wanyue traced all the way to the bottom of the mountain, and the lightning aura suddenly disappeared.

"Brother Ming, where do you think that person is hiding?" Su Wanyue asked.

Ming Su shook his head, frowning tightly: "I don't know, he is very good at escaping."

puff~

A pleasant laughter came from above the heads of the two of them.

Su Wanyue followed the sound and looked.

On a tree more than ten meters high a few meters away from her, Ouyang Feifei sat on the branch, shaking her little feet and said, "Tu Nan, the only descendant of the family of stealing gods, has no means of escape. Isn't it a joke."

"Brother, have you heard of this name?" Su Wanyue raised her head and asked.

Ming Su shook his head: "I've never heard of it."

Ouyang Feifei hooked her lips into a smile, flew down from the tree, and came to Ming Su in a flash.

She floated off the ground, put her left hand on Ming Su's shoulder, raised Ming Su's chin with the index finger of her right hand, and sighed: "What a cute little brother, why don't you let me kiss you."

Ming Su was terrified, backed away in fright, waved her with a wave of spiritual power, and reprimanded her with a blushing face, "Shameless!"

Ouyang Feifei turned around, landed slowly, played with her hair, and raised a sweet smile: "Little brother, why be shy, skin-to-skin kissing is just human nature, have you never kissed a girl before?"

"Mind your own business." Ming Su blushed, shook his sleeves and left.

Ouyang Feifei sighed slightly: "He is so cute!"

Say cute twice.

Brother Mingsu, it's in danger.

Su Wanyue sighed: "Senior Sister, you are beautiful, but your eyesight is not good."

"How to say?" Ouyang Feifei paused and looked at her curiously.

Su Wanyue said: "How can a third-class male cultivator like Brother Mingsu be called cute?"

"Third-class male cultivator? Is there such a saying?" Ouyang Feifei was even more curious.

Ming Su, who had gone back and forth, also stopped to listen to what she had to say.

Su Wanyue cleared her throat and said, "The spirit stones are divided into upper, middle and lower grades. Why can't male cultivators be graded? Are you right?"

"...Yes." It seems to make sense.

"The type of this male cultivator can be roughly divided into several categories: domineering, iceberg, gentle, cute, etc., and each category is divided into three categories."

"The first class of cute male cultivators should belong to the kind of male cultivators who look cold, but actually have a little tsundere in their hearts, don't be naughty. When you talk to him, he always looks at you coldly. Maybe I'm secretly laughing, I'm laughing."

"Second wait..."

Su Wanyue hasn't finished speaking yet.

Ouyang Feifei interrupted her: "Is there anyone for the cutie you mentioned?"

"Yes, I have!"

"Isn't the young master of Nangong of the Kamikaze Sect just like this? You see, he usually has a stinky face, and he looks like a little king...Wang, um, lord, ah yes, he just followed Just like the tsundere little prince in the mortal world."

"I like to act cool and pretend to be indifferent, but in fact I am very arrogant in my heart. He especially needs you to care about him, coax him, and tease him, just like Yunmao. Tease him and he will feel at ease."

"Alas, what a pity..."

Su Wanyue sighed with regret: "It's such a lovely person, but it doesn't belong to me. This is really a great pity in life."

She said, shook her head, turned and left.

Ouyang Feifei rubbed her chin, thinking, is Nangong Yuan really so cute?

Su Wanyue glanced at her, turned around and saw Ming Su, and quickly gestured to him to let him slip away.

The two changed places.

Ming Su took out his portable house and put it on the open space outside the crowd.

His portable house is a spiritual tool made of hundred-year-old purple bamboo, which can be enlarged or reduced at will.

It can be shrunk down to the size of a palm.

Zooming in, there are more than 200 square meters, with training rooms, weapon refining rooms, bedrooms, halls, study rooms... everything is available.

The interior layout is also quite luxurious.

Su Wanyue sat on the purple bamboo chair in the lobby, smelling the faint fragrance of bamboo, raised her eyes to look at the structure of the room, and silently dismantled it into many parts in her heart.

Ming Su brought a plate of second-grade amethyst grapes, put them on the coffee table next to Su Wanyue, and said apologetically, "Junior Sister Su, I haven't drunk spirit tea for a long time, so I haven't prepared any tea leaves. Just make do with it and eat some." Spirit fruit."

Su Wanyue unceremoniously picked off a grape and fed it into her mouth.

Ming Su was about to say that the skin hadn't been torn off yet.

Su Wanyue had already spat out the whole skin onto the empty plate beside her.

Ming Su couldn't help smiling, Junior Sister Su is really informal.

He sat down opposite Su Wanyue and asked, "Junior Sister Su, when did male cultivators be graded? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Su Wanyue spat off her skin and said with a smile, "I'm talking nonsense, do you believe it?"

Nonsense... nonsense?
"why?"

Su Wanyue didn't know what stage of Ouyang Feifei's metamorphosis had reached, so she didn't dare to speak rashly, but said earnestly: "A sister once said that the more beautiful a woman is, the more poisonous she is. If you don't want to die ugly, stay away from her."

Be careful of being turned into a puppet.

Ming Su nodded thoughtfully.

After thinking for a while, Ming Su asked again: "Then why did you tell her about Nangongyuan? Are you afraid that Nangongyuan will be harmed by her?"

"how is this possible?"

One is a big pervert, and the other is a little spare tire. Their encounter is absolutely wonderful, and it's not so easy to die.

……

A month has passed.

Su Wanyue finished reading the middle and lower three volumes of the general history of the mainland, and has been immersed in her own research, occasionally going out to find some refining materials.

Ming Su was curious: "What are you doing alone in the refining room?"

"Secret." Su Wanyue curled her lips into a smile, no matter how Ming Su asked, she would not say anything.

After studying for so long, she finally created a preliminary teleportation machine.

The video transmission machine is modified on the basis of the picture recording stone, which can absorb images, sounds... and then transmit them to form a holographic projection in the air.

Even if he didn't enter the dojo, he could still hear Chu Xinghe preaching.

I don't know if Brother Chu is willing to authorize it.

Su Wanyue felt uneasy for a moment, but still sent a message to Chu Xinghe.

But a quarter of an hour.

An ordinary-looking male cultivator in Tsing Yi appeared in front of her. Su Wanyue recognized him without looking at his face, "Senior Brother Chu."

(End of this chapter)