Changsheng: I can sell everything

The Lanke Chunqiu map appeared, and as soon as it unfolded, it sucked away all the Chunshui girls in the ruins of Yaofangyuan.

It seemed that the disaster of Chun Shui Ji had been fully resolved in this instant.

This kind of turning point is more than unexpected?
It was more like a fully drawn bow, before it could be released, the arrow target in front suddenly snapped off strangely;
It was also like someone swung a punch with all their strength, but before the fist landed on the opponent, the opponent fell to the ground and died...

But did things really end like this?

No, things are just getting started.

Ye Sheng held the scroll and faced Song Ciwan face to face.

When the night wind blew, Song Ciwan smiled softly and said, "Brother Ye, it's easy to plan."

Ye Cheng showed shame on his face, and the Lanke Chunqiu map was automatically rolled up in his hand. He took out a red string from the kit bag at his waist, and tied the treasure map tightly in an instant.

He said: "Brother Lu, I'm sorry, I didn't intend to do this. However, this picture of Lanke Chunqiu is really of great use to me."

Song Ciwan didn't speak, and Ye Cheng said again: "Brother Menglu helped me today, and the disaster of Ji Chunshui has been solved. If I return to the present world in another day, Ye will be rewarded well. The Mingyue Spring in the Mingyue Cave, Ye Mou every year If there is one quota, how about giving it all to Brother Lu for the next ten years?"

Song Ciwan's eyebrows moved slightly, but he still didn't speak.

Ye Cheng clenched the Lanke Chunqiu map in his hand, and said again: "In Dingbo Tower, I have quotas for three high-grade magical artifacts, and I can ask a master craftsman to customize them. How is Brother Lu?"

"All the materials are allocated from Ye's private treasury!"

Song Ciwan still didn't speak.

……

The sky is getting darker, and the deepest darkness before dawn has not yet passed.

In the distance, the sound of silk and bamboo singing and dancing in Mingyuefang never stopped.

On the contrary, it was vague, as if someone was cheering: "My feet! My feet don't hurt anymore! That's great!"

Then, another person shouted angrily: "No! How could this be? Isn't the pain gone? Why can't my feet return to their original appearance?"

"Bastard! Damn it, my feet, no! I don't want such a pair of feet, help, real people help..."

A little closer, Wang Yi's voice was heard as if he had just woken up from a dream. He seemed joyful and confused, "Huh? Where's Chun Shuiji? Why... seems to have disappeared?"

Zhou Bo also woke up like a dream. He was a little confused and a little surprised: "Chun Shui Ji, it's really gone? What's going on?"

None of them could see the existence of Song Ciwan and Ye Cheng, nor did they have a comprehensive view of the light curtain like the monks on Wangjiang Mountain.

In addition, the location where Lanke Chunqiu is buried is actually at the back door of the former site of Yaofangyuan, and Zhou Bo and Wang Yi were surrounded by many Chunshui girls before, and they were at the front door of the ruins of Yaofangyuan at that time .

The Yaofang Courtyard is very large, and the two sides are far apart. At that time, Zhou and Wang's sight was blocked, and they really couldn't see anything.

Therefore, the sudden disappearance of Chun Shui Ji was a big surprise to these two people.

Wang Yi said nervously: "Brother Zhou, if something goes wrong, it must be a demon. We need to continue to be vigilant."

Zhou Bo agreed with this very much: "That's right, that's exactly the case. Although Chun Shui Ji has disappeared, we must not relax our vigilance."

He also said: "Brother Wang, your previous deduction is very correct. As long as we remain calm, Chun Shui Ji will not be able to directly hurt us. When you see demons and demons, calmness comes first. What is said in the book is true. .”

Wang also seriously agreed with his words.

Then the two discussed again, and decided to take each other with them, and then went to have a look around.

Zhou and Wang walked away gradually, and some voices came sporadically.Wang Yi said: "Brother Zhou, the yelling over there is particularly loud, why don't we go to the east to have a look."

Zhou Bo said: "What brother Wang said is absolutely true."

After sharing adversity just now, the friendship between Zhou Bo and Wang Yi is obviously better.

Zhou Bo said again: "The contract document I wrote just now is made of special material. It stands to reason that Chun Shui Ji, who is bound by this contract, cannot escape my induction, but I don't know why, but the induction has been interrupted this time."

Wang Yidao: "Then you and I should be even more careful! This Chun Shui Ji is indeed a very unusual mutant monster..."

Zhou Bo agreed: "That's right, that's exactly..."

The voices of the two also gradually faded away, and finally blurred in the distant music of silk and bamboo.

Under the night, Ye Cheng, who had been silent for a long time, finally moved.

He turned around, and a pair of formed wings spread out in an instant.

This is his unique skill: Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day!

When he used it before, the wings on Ye Cheng's back were clearly phantoms, but at this moment, his Kunpeng's wings were as clear as real!
It turns out that Ye Cheng has been hiding his strength all along!

When the pair of substantive wings spread out behind him, his speed is more than just catching up with Huashen?

He is basically comparable to Huashen, and even surpasses ordinary Huashen!

With a movement of wings, the sky is far away.

The empty space is crossed, and the dark sky seems to be broken.

In the dark and grotesque world, a ray of light like a gray dog ​​and white cloud leaked out.

So fast, even if Song Ciwan's Flying on the Grass reaches the realm of returning to basics, he will not be able to catch up.

After all, the level of flying on grass is too low.

No matter how one cultivates, no matter how one grows, the upper limit lies there.

How could it possibly match the speed of the real unique skills?

When the light leaked, Ye Cheng sighed: "Brother Lu, I have no intention of being your enemy. I'm sorry..."

Song Ciwan who was behind him still didn't speak, she just drew the knife from her waist.

Song Ciwan doesn't take swords easily, she prefers to use the little black bugs in the five poison pots.

But once she makes a knife, it must be extremely simple and point directly at the target.

This knife is like an antelope hanging horns, and a white horse flies through the gap.

The knife fell off.

Delusional!

There are always too many delusions in the human heart, which is the nature of life that cannot be erased by time and space.

As long as there are delusions, there is no way to avoid the knife of breaking the delusions.

So, the knife hit!

There was no light in this knife, but it seemed to catch up with the light.

After catching up with the wings of the roc, time and space flew by.

It touched people's hearts lightly.

Ye Cheng's "I'm sorry" hadn't really come to an end when he stopped suddenly on a distant road.

He stood still, and his voice stopped abruptly.

A moment later, Song Ciwan's ultimate wind shadow flying on the grass brought her in front of Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng stood where he was, his eyes slightly open, there was no sound or movement.

Of course, he didn't die either.

Song Ciwan stood opposite him again, she stretched out her hand, grabbed the scroll in his hand, and gently pulled it out of his palm.

This picture of rotten Ke Chunqiu, who once fled in front of Song Ciwan, miraculously fell into Song Ciwan's hands at this moment.

Holding the picture of Lan Ke Chunqiu, she sighed softly.