How to capture the system fairies as wives

"What are you thinking?"

Chen Yin said with a smile: "You have to wear this dress all the way to the Cangzhe Ancient Territory."

"Chen Yin, you!"

"What? You turned against me right after I rescued you?"

Chen Yin walked over, gently lifted her chin with one hand, and teased her without caring about her image: "You said it yourself, you have to repay the favor with something else."

"Now, come, call me master."

"You're dreaming!" Qingying glared at him angrily.

...It seems that there is still a long way to go in the road of training. Chen Yin sighed.

"So, who exactly is it that you want to kill?"

"He is a government official in this small town." Qingying's eyes became serious. "He is a bad man who robbed women and did all kinds of evil things."

"However, he is clearly just an ordinary person, but he actually has a sword immortal from the Upper Pure Realm as his bodyguard. How could I have guessed that?"

Chen Yin also pinched his chin: "So... there really is something fishy going on behind this guy?"

Seeing his expression, Qingying couldn't help but ask, "Are you going to take care of this?"

"I'm still a little worried."

He said slowly: "I have never heard of any power being so mysterious before."

...This kind of force gave him a bad feeling.

"I'll go take a look. You guys just wait here."

Luoluo nodded obediently, while Qingying grumbled in dissatisfaction: "Hey! Can't I change back into this outfit first?"

"As long as I don't see it."

Chen Yin didn't criticize too much, but raised his eyebrows: "But, don't you really think you look good in this dress?"

"I……"

Qingying's face turned red, but she was unable to speak for a long time.

"gone."

Under the moonlight, Chen Yin's figure quickly disappeared into the night.

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At the same time, in the government house.

Ye Lie walked slowly into the courtyard, holding the sword. Yao Zhuang, with a gloomy face, had been waiting here for a long time with his hands behind his back.

"You saw it all."

Ye Lie's eyes were filled with vicissitudes as he said, "I couldn't win. I was able to survive because they were willing to spare my life."

"…Useless trash."

Yao Zhuang snorted angrily and threw a rectangular box-shaped object to him.

"However, the man you met is called Chen Yin. He is indeed not a simple person."

"Before, Lord Godson only slightly noticed his existence, but there was no direct evidence to prove that he was related to the Wuling Sect. He thought he was just borrowing Yu Ling's power."

"But once Lord Shenzi has watched this video... he should have changed his mind."

Ye Lie looked at the pitch-black rectangular object.

He knew that this was called a camera.

Every move of mine was recorded by this camera.

Including the battle between him and Chen Yin.

"Go and deliver this to the Son of God."

Yao Zhuang whispered, "I will contact the Son of God now. I will spare your life this time."

Ye Lie's expression did not change, but he stared at the man and said calmly:

"Medicine. Another month has passed."

"When you send it to the Son of God, the Son of God will naturally give you this month's medicine."

"...I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time." Ye Lie frowned slightly.

"I'm afraid I won't make it in time, so why don't you go and deliver it quickly!"

Yao Zhuang angrily shouted, "Do you want your daughter, who is a loser, to be buried with you?"

At that moment, Ye Lie's aura fluctuated violently.

But in the end, it was just like a drop of water falling into the abyss, gradually returning to calm.

"...I understand." He slowly closed his eyes, turned around and jumped up. In a few breaths, his figure had completely disappeared.

Yao Zhuang quickly walked to a bookshelf in the study in the back house, gently moved the scriptures, and a secret door slowly opened.

He walked along the secret passage for a long time, almost going underground, before he stopped in a small secret room.

"System, help me contact the Son of God." His eyes flickered.

After a moment, an illusory figure appeared in front of him, and a man whose face could not be seen clearly spoke in a calm tone.

"Yao Zhuang, what's so urgent?"

Yao Zhuang roughly recounted what happened tonight, then bowed his head respectfully: "Sir Son of God. We may have underestimated this man before."

"I suggest that we re-evaluate his position in the Wuling Sect incident."

The man called Shen Zi raised his eyebrows slightly: "Oh?"

"So... you stumbled upon something lucky tonight?"

"I dare not. I chose to report to the Son of God just for the sake of caution."

Yao Zhuang whispered, "In the past, our attention was mostly focused on those people in Taiqing Realm. Juniors like Chen Yin were ignored by us."

"Ye Lie has sent the video to you. After you have watched it, you will definitely make up your mind."

Shen Zi seemed to nod with satisfaction.

"You did a good job. But... you missed one thing."

Yao Zhuang was stunned for a moment: "What?"

At this moment, a frivolous voice slowly sounded behind him.

"I said it for him. Remember to be more careful in your next life."

"...When plotting, the door must be closed." Chen Yin's sword was already hovering behind Yao Zhuang's neck.

At that moment, Yao Zhuang felt his whole body turn cold.

The breath of death made him feel like dying.

But Chen Yin's eyes were not on him at all.

He stared at the man called Son of God in the air.

The two people seemed to be separated by space, their eyes meeting.

In mid-air, the shadow of the Son of God kept his tone unchanged, still with a hint of a gentle smile:

"Hello. Nice to meet you."

Chen Yin also looked calm and said in a relaxed tone: "You seem to know me very well? But I don't even know your name."

"You don't need to know my name."

Shen Zi smiled slightly: "We will have a chance to meet again in the future."

Chen Yin's expression gradually turned colder.

Sure enough, the next moment, the shadow of the Son of God disappeared into thin air, and the only person left in the entire secret room was Yao Zhuang, whose back was soaked with cold sweat.

Chen Yin stared at the place where the Son of God disappeared for a long time, then kicked Yao Zhuang.

"Your master has abandoned you."

Yao Zhuang was kicked to the ground, trembling all over, his lips pale.

"Tell me about it." Chen Yin sat beside him carelessly, and seemed to put his arm around his shoulders enthusiastically, "Tell me about your group of people."

"I have never heard of anyone in the world of immortal cultivation being called the Son of God."

Yao Zhuang shook his head with cold sweat: "I can't say... I can't say..."

"You can think about it again."

Chen Yin's finger pointed at his spine.

Suddenly, Yao Zhuang's eyes bulged out strangely, and his whole body twitched violently as if he had been electrocuted.

"Well!!!!!"

"Are you investigating the Wu Ling Sect?" Chen Yin spoke again indifferently.

Yao Zhuang was gasping for breath as if he was exhausted, but he still kept his mouth tightly shut.

...So stubborn? Chen Yin frowned slightly.

Just when he was about to increase his strength, he suddenly heard Yao Zhuang laughing maliciously.

"Hehe...hehe, going against Lord Son of God will be more terrible than death!"

"go to hell!"

A breath of nothingness suddenly rushed out from beside him and headed straight towards Chen Yin.

Chen Yin's eyes were clear, and he slowly pointed his finger at the empty air flow.

The next moment, a burst of hot breath surged out of his chest from the scroll, and a faint scream seemed to sound in the air.

"How, how is it possible!"

Yao Zhuang looked at him in horror: "Why doesn't the system work for you?"

“You, who on earth are you——Ah!!!”

Before he could finish his words, his whole body seemed to be burned by invisible flames and he let out a shrill scream.

After a moment, he fell to the ground with lifeless eyes, no longer breathing.

Chen Yin stared at him intently for a long time, wiped his hands, and then immersed his consciousness in the scroll.

In the scroll, under the ancient and solid statue, in addition to the three slowly floating fragments, there is now a small stone that looks like a grain.

The size of this small stone is countless times smaller than the other three fragments, but at this moment, it is also slowly floating under the statue like the other three fragments.

...Is this also considered a system? Chen Yin frowned slightly. Then he opened the permission and checked the plot record of the small stone.

Sure enough, the story record of this small stone consisted of only a few extremely brief words.

Plot record: Serving the Son of God.

Completely different from the previous three fragments, this pebble looked more like a crudely made semi-finished product, and the scroll barely changed after receiving it.

Chen Yin explored it again and again, but could not find any useful information, so his consciousness exited the scroll.

...the one with destiny.

...Son of God.

To be honest, he only realized today that beneath the world of immortal cultivation that he knew on the surface, there was such a force hidden.

That mysterious Son of God made him feel very uneasy.

"Why are they investigating the Wuling Sect incident? Could it be related to the Heavenly Dao Dust that Senior Mu Susu mentioned earlier?"

Chen Yin began to think.

He seemed to recall a picture in his mind.

Before his death that day, Master Wu Xun said something in a deep and regretful tone.

...If you can't get the crumbs of heaven.