The beginning of the immortal chaos body: the demon emperor's wife asks for sticking

Chapter 109 The cute little guy, the spirit of the Wandao Hongmeng Sword Tomb!
"Stinky man, bastard, rotten egg, big asshole!"

Following Mo Feng's poke, anger and deep resentment emanated from the sword tomb floating in front of Mo Feng.

Looking at the fire stick that kept shaking in front of him and listening to the extremely excited voice full of anger and resentment coming from the fire stick, Mo Feng's mouth kept twitching.

"What the hell are you?"

"If you don't want to tell me, let me go. I don't have time to listen to you spitting shit here."

Listening to Jianzhong's resentful voice, Mo Feng spoke unhappily.

When the sword tomb floating in front of Mo Feng heard what Mo Feng said and looked at the impatience on Mo Feng's face, the spirit weapon in the sword tomb crossed its arms and pouted.

This big bastard, stinky bastard.

I've waited for you for so many years, but you're still the same.

Damn, hate, hate.

However, even though he was angry, the spirit of the weapon did not answer Mo Feng.

Since this stinky guy doesn't remember me at all, this time, I must make sure that he knows my importance.

Thinking of this, she, the spirit of the Wandao Hongmeng Sword Tomb, spoke in an old voice:
"I am Wandao Hongmeng Sword Tomb!"

"It's not what you little kid calls a fire stick!"

"Your milk?"

Hearing the words of the Wandao Hongmeng Sword Tomb spirit, Mo Feng, who was standing in front of the Wandao Hongmeng Sword Tomb, was slightly stunned. Then he looked at the fire stick in front of him who claimed to be the Wandao Hongmeng Sword Tomb with confusion, and said, "Where is your grandmother?"

"Your grandma is the Wandao Hongmeng Sword Tomb, then what are you?"

Upon hearing Mo Feng's words, the Wandao Hongmeng Sword Tomb spirit was so angry that it exploded while sealed in the sword tomb.

Grabbing her snow-white hair with both hands, she frantically shouted in the sealed space of the sword tomb: "It's me! It's me!"

"I am the Wandao Hongmeng Sword Tomb!"

"Not my milk!"

"I don't have milk either!"

Mo Feng listened to the somewhat frantic voice, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

You little brat, you still want to fight me? I'll make you die of anger!

Thinking of this, Mo Feng showed a very innocent expression on his face. He looked at the floating sword tombs in front of him and asked curiously, "Then you don't have milk, how did you form it?"

"Without your grandma, you have no dad. Without your dad, there is no you. So how did you come into being?"

Mo Feng's small combo directly bombarded the Wandao Hongmeng Sword Tomb and stunned it. For several breaths, there was no sound from the Wandao Hongmeng Sword Tomb.

Looking at the Wandao Hongmeng Sword Tomb in front of him which suddenly became extremely calm, Mo Feng was slightly stunned.

I wonder, no way, no way.

Is the weapon spirit of the Wandao Hongmeng Sword Tomb so weak? Could it really be angry to death?
It seems that, in the plot of the novel, I haven't read about a weapon spirit being angered to death.

Just as Mo Feng was looking at the Wandao Hongmeng Sword Tomb in front of him which had suddenly calmed down and fell into deep thought, the spirit of the weapon sealed in the Wandao Hongmeng Sword Tomb kept breathing heavily.

This guy is still as irritating as ever!!!

This damn seal will require a part of Mo Feng's soul to be completely unlocked.

Before, because I felt sorry for this guy, I didn't completely remove the seal, so I couldn't get out.

In this case, don't blame this spirit for being cruel.

After a moment of silence, Mo Feng, who was standing in front of the Wandao Hongmeng Sword Tomb, suddenly opened his eyes wide. He found that a white mist emerged from his body and floated towards the Wandao Hongmeng Sword Tomb in front of him.

"Ah~~~"

Before Mo Feng could react to what was happening, he once again felt the pain of his soul being torn apart, and he half-knelt in the universe.

"Ah~"

“It’s this feeling of soul fusion~”

"Ah~~"

When Mo Feng's soul merged into the Wandao Hongmeng Sword Tomb, the spirit of the weapon in the sealed space of the Wandao Hongmeng Sword Tomb also uttered extremely attractive and beautiful music.

Mo Feng, who was howling in pain in front of the Wandao Hongmeng Sword Tomb, apparently also heard the beautiful and moving sound coming from the black fire stick in front of him.

It was fine when he didn't hear this sound, but as soon as he heard it, Mo Feng was completely shocked.

But what could he do? The pain at this moment made him only able to howl in agony. He couldn't speak at all and could only curse in his heart.

You shameless spirit, I'm in so much pain, but you're so happy.

I'm fucking you, you're fucking me.

But this time, the pain came and went quickly, and it only lasted for a cup of tea before Mo Feng recovered.

But his body was already covered with cold sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water. He looked very tired and a little embarrassed.

He looked so tired, as if he had been fighting with Di Cangli and Luo Jiuning for ten days and ten nights. At this moment, he was as weak as he could be.

Before Mo Feng could recover and prepare to output the spirit of the weapon.

The Wandao Hongmeng Sword Tomb floating in front of him burst out with dazzling black light, causing Mo Feng to close his eyes involuntarily.

"Little guy, do you think I'm still a fire stick?"

When Mo Feng heard this voice full of temptation and charm, his eyes, which had been closed because of the dazzling black light, slowly opened.

When Mo Feng opened his eyes and looked at the silver-haired girl in front of him, he was slightly stunned.

Because, the clothes worn by the silver-haired girl in front of him gave Mo Feng an illusion for a moment.

That is, he returned to his ancestral planet.

The silver-haired angel girl who appeared in front of Mo Bian was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt. The white short-sleeved shirt on her chest was bulging as if it would burst through the clothes in the next second.

Downward, there is a round waist of a wasp.

Below the wasp waist, the explosive peach buttocks almost burst the white tights similar to yoga pants that she was wearing on the lower body.

The slender and straight long legs in the lower body were wearing white trousers with two holes at the knees, revealing the seductive black stockings wrapped inside the trousers.

Pants lining!!!
The exquisite and small beautiful feet, like works of art, were wrapped in black silk and stepped on the void.

Under the heroic straight eyebrows, there are a pair of clear and flawless beautiful eyes. Under the high nose bridge, the slightly open seductive fiery red lips arouse endless reverie.

With her exquisite and perfect facial features and her flowing silver hair, she looks like a fairy banished from heaven to the human world.

Seriously:
An immortal who is detached from the worldly affairs, has fallen into the mortal world.

The black hair turns white in the blink of an eye, but she is still a fairy on earth.

"You... you are the spirit of this fire stick?"

(End of this chapter)