On the Xingqiong Railway, Fu Xuan chased her husband for thousands of miles!

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At the same time, on the other side.

The train set has also arrived at the door of the Industrial Manufacturing Department.

"Eh? There are quite a few people standing here. It seems that Luofu should be closed today and not open for work."

Tingyun looked at the crowd gathered in front of the Industrial Manufacturing Department, wagged his furry tail, and said in a somewhat strange way.

"This Gongzaosi's cave has been shut down since the star core was corroded. Why don't these people take the star raft to a safe place?"

Tingyun shook his head, somewhat unable to understand the situation before him.

March 7 guessed:

"Maybe the people in the Industrial Manufacturing Department are more dedicated to their work. Think about the fortune tellers in the Taibu Department. What is meant by there is no gap without comparison..."

Lao Yang feels the same way.

"It's work after all. We have to make a living from it. In the adult world... hehe, there's no such thing as easy."

San Yue Qi looked at Lao Yang with some sympathy:

"Uncle Yang, the tone of someone who has been through this before..."

As if realizing that he shouldn't tear apart the beautiful illusion of growth in front of the children, Old Yang said repeatedly:

"I feel inspired, I feel inspired..."

He quickly changed the subject and looked at Xingbao who had been silent from the beginning.

"Xing, what are you thinking about?"

Xingbao narrowed his eyes and said as if he had sensed something.

"I'm wondering where that bastard Fu Qian is now. I always feel like he's doing something bad behind my back."

Chapter 40 I want to do something weird to my sister

Query the status of the function.

A glance at the needle is like going crazy.

"I opened the sky with my right fist and transformed into a dragon~"

"Hey hey haha!"

Fu Qianchong was among the Yunqi Army that had fallen into the body of the devil, singing an off-tune song and punching like a turtle.

Yes, Turtle Fist.

As the saying goes, there is gain and loss. Fu Qian's talent in divination was so high that he almost never went through the stage of a low-level fortune teller.

At this stage, the fortune teller's fighting style basically relies on the combination of the Eight Trigrams, formations, and boxing techniques.

Therefore, most fortune tellers know some martial arts skills.

But Fu Qian is an exception.

He basically only knows how to perform the moves according to the boxing manual, and his boxing skills can basically be seen as radio gymnastics.

Things like the Sea Tiger Explosive Fist that I had used before were basically the results of simulations using the power of one's own destiny.

Now that Fu Qian does not have much life energy anymore, he can only rely on his turtle punch to inflict damage.

even so.

After Fu Qian felt the pleasure of being punched in the flesh, he couldn't help but feel that it smelled really good.

"Tsk..."

But for Jing Liu who was standing aside, watching Fu Qian's chaotic fists was a complete torture.

"The punches were sloppy, the steps were weak, the eyes were erratic, and not a single move was in place."

I had clearly agreed not to go see him, but Fu Qian's singing and making noise was too eye-catching.

A day without watching it is unbearable.

It was painful to watch for a whole day.

Jingliu has a cold personality and doesn't show many expressions on his face.

But now, Fu Qian has forced him to become an ugly emoticon.

Fu Qian, who was having a great time, didn't care about Jing Liu's sharp comments.

"Don't worry about whether it's in place or not, just tell me whether you've knocked him down or not!"

Fu Qian's choice of words is very rigorous.

After all, under the influence of Jianmu, the evil spirit cloud cavalry here have almost unlimited resurrection capabilities.

It is almost impossible to kill him completely.

"..."

Jing Liu was speechless and choked with emotion, unable to respond.

She just wanted to know.

What kind of person could teach such a weirdo?

Although the interaction between the two seemed very light-hearted, the situation was in fact very serious.

The two of them didn't have much physical strength and energy left, and now they were entangled by the endless and infinitely resurrected demonic bodies.

If this continues, both of them will definitely die here.

"whispering sound……"

As the number of sword swings increased, the injuries in Mirror Flow's meridians were affected once again.

This time, it wasn't just one nostril that was bleeding, but even the corners of Jingliu's mouth were bleeding uncontrollably.

These lines of blood added a hint of sickness to the already pure and cool mirror flow.

Jingliu wiped his blood with the back of his hand expressionlessly, making ambiguous sounds from his mouth.

But her eyes became hot again.

There is no doubt that this is a symptom of being trapped in the devil's Yin.

Mirror Flow is gradually unable to suppress itself.

"When I think about dying with a little pervert like you, I feel sick all over."

As the symptoms of the demonic body worsen.

Jing Liu slowly seemed to have become a different person, and the words that came out of her mouth gradually became a little coquettish.

Fu Qian was unwilling to suffer a loss in his most powerful verbal skills.

Since Jingliu teased him with words, he would naturally tease him back.

"Sister, what nonsense are you talking about? I still have a lot to do for you, how can I just let you die in vain?

Otherwise, wouldn't it be in vain for you to call me a little pervert?"

Fu Qian stretched out his voice and said this.

"Oh?"

Jingliu seemed to be interested and asked:

"Then I wonder what you want to do to your sister, little brother?"

Fu Qian did not admit defeat and replied:

"Of course it's this and that, all sorts of things."

Jing Liu chuckled:

"Haha, you don't even dare to say it out loud. It seems that you are just a little coward who talks tough but doesn't dare to say it."

"It's not that I don't dare, it's that I can't pass the trial if I tell it."

Fu Qian said that he would not take the blame.

“Roar! Kill—”

The Demonic Yin Body Cloud Cavalry on the side seemed to feel that they were being left out and wanted to find some sense of existence, so they let out a shrill roar like the friction of tree bark.

"What are you arguing about? Shut up!"

Jing Liu, who was gradually going crazy, would not tolerate this guy and chopped off his head with a sweep of his sword. It was extremely violent and bloody, not suitable for children.

But this action seemed a little too violent. After the chop, Jingliu himself spat out a mouthful of blood.

The scarlet color in his eyes faded slightly.

Feeling the pain coming from his body, Jing Liu immediately realized it.

If I continue to let my emotions run wild and follow the fighting style of the Demon Yin, I will soon run out of energy and be beaten to death by these Cloud Cavalry.

We must find a way to stop this.

Even if it means death in the end.

At least you have to die slowly.

Jing Liu said so, then turned to Fu Qian behind him and asked:

"Can your Twelve Labor Emotion Formation still be used?"

……

"Master Gongshu, please don't die!"

In front of the factory, an apprentice named Awei was crying at the door of the factory.

Seeing that he was crying so miserably, Xingbao walked over to ask.

"Dead...dead...Master Gongshu, you died so tragically..."

Ah Wei cried so miserably that he almost fainted.

March 7 could not help but said emotionally: