Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

When Zhou Li is alone, he will make careful plans, foolproof strategies, and finally execute them step by step with perfect procedures.

When Tang Cen was alone, he would imagine various possibilities in his mind, and finally improvise and use his wisdom to execute one on-the-spot response after another.

When Tang Cen and Zhou Li get together, one of them will definitely come up with an idea.

No matter whether this idea is a bit abstract or not, when it was put forward, this was the only "solution" of the two great masters.

for example···
"You see, Jiang Daxian has many uses, right?"

Tang Cen asked.

Jiang Li pointed at himself in astonishment.

Zhou Li, who was leaning against the wall, was stunned for a moment. Then he seemed to realize something. His eyebrows raised, his mouth twitched, and his expression suddenly became interesting.

"You don't mean to..."

Zhou Li asked tentatively: "You are not thinking about that, are you..."

Tang Cen nodded meaningfully, "That's right."

"What are they talking about?"

Jiang Li was a little confused. She looked at the black cat crouching on her shoulder and asked in confusion.

"Do not ask."

The black cat thought for a moment and whispered, "It would be over if you understood."

"?"

"The main reason is that we are not familiar with this place."

Touching his chin, Zhou Li hesitated and asked, "And does this place... have what we want?"

"What do you want?"

Jiang Li couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"Um···"

After a brief thought, Zhou Li tried to explain: "Normal carbon-based organisms will leave some indigestible substances after decomposing nutrients. Humans who have the ability to transform the world will accumulate this substance in a ventilated storage environment to use as fertilizer."

“Septic tank.”

The black cat next to him kindly reminded: "I told you not to ask."

Jiang Li's face turned youthful again.

"Not so good."

Zhou Li scratched his hair, his expression somewhat reluctant, "I am a little tired of doing this all the time. If this were put in a novel, I would definitely be criticized for playing with shit and piss and fart."

“But the problem is, this is the best solution so far.”

Tang Cen said calmly: "Zhou Li, think about it calmly, what do we need now?"

"Careful planning, cool head, precise execution?"

Zhou Li tried to answer.

"wrong!"

Under Tang Chao's dull gaze, Tang Cen clenched his fist and said harshly:
“It’s shit!”

"You said the same word twice."

Tang Chao said tremblingly from the side.

"Do not."

Zhou Li shook his head and said in a deep voice: "I understand him."

You understand a few of them.

"Don't you think what we need most now is an opportunity?"

Putting away the dagger in his hand, Tang Cen was as calm as a piece of ice at this time, "Attract attention, attract attention, and then find an opportunity to enter the Grand Commander's Mansion. We have all seen that the Grand Commander's Mansion should have a passage that connects to the real world. As long as we can leave here, we can completely overthrow this Shura City."

"But···"

Zhou Li was still a little hesitant, "Is this really okay?" "Zhou Li."

Tang Cen stretched out his hand, and an indescribable determination emerged on his handsome face, as if he had made a painful decision. He said in a deep voice:

"This is not the time to be full of saintly hearts."

"But!"

Zhou Li clutched the corner of his clothes, bit his lip, tears in his eyes, "Isn't this too cruel?"

"Being cruel to your enemies is being kind to your friends!"

Tang Cen's eyes were full of righteousness, and his whole body was as sharp as a sword drawn from its sheath. He looked at Zhou Li and said passionately:

"If we don't blow it up today, it will blow up on our heads sooner or later!"

Tang Cen grabbed Zhou Li's hand and said sadly:

"Our future should be decided by us!"

"Then you go and fry it?"

"Then I say forget it."

Tang Cen gave a fake smile, like a creature pretending to be human, "A master like you must be very skilled..."

"If you dare to say the next sentence, I will crush your dog's head."

Zhou Li grabbed Tang Cen's face and said sternly.

Tang Cen tried to struggle for a while, and then he was delighted to find that even if he regained his masculinity, he was just a candle in the wind under Zhou Li's death grasp. Then, he gave up struggling.

"Okay, let's fry it."

Zhou Li sighed and said helplessly, "I always feel that after such a long time of being a shit maker, I have only this kind of label left. I always feel like I've been chosen by someone."

"Actually... exploding shit is unnecessary."

At this moment, Jiang Daxian spoke. She spoke hesitantly, and said, "I have a better way to attract their attention."

"any solution?"

Zhou Li asked curiously.

Jiang Li thought about it, and then used pictures to describe to Zhou Li and the others what she could do.

Then, the same hideous smile appeared on Zhou Li and Tang Cen's faces.

The black cat's mouth was opened into an O shape, round like her eyes.

Tang Chao felt faint and desperate. He couldn't imagine that Tang Cen, the young master of the Tang Sect who was supposed to be the future of the Tang Sect, would be like this...
distortion.

The daytime in Shura City is white.

It’s not because of purity, but because everyone carries a white knife when they go out.

Murder is just a trivial way of having fun for Shura City, and even a low-level one. Because this way of doing things brings little happiness, the onlookers will not have too many psychological waves. Generally, the residents who killed someone inexplicably can only go to the children's table for dinner.

If you kill a woman you can't sit at the table.

Therefore, there is a weird balance in the city of Shura City, everyone is holding back a huge bad fart, and never commits an artless or inexplicable killing. Therefore, in this city, the number of deaths per day does not even exceed one hundred, and every death will be very interesting, very interesting.

For example, there are four heads made into a string of candied haws in the city center.

Kind people tend to treat kind people better, and similarly, evil people like to play with evil people. In this place where there are no good people, everyone is a toy in each other's eyes.

The kind that you can play casually.

Therefore, in this city, sincerity and kindness are always the German joke collection and British recipe, which makes people laugh.

"You will die tomorrow."

The man stared at the pork seller in front of him and said word by word: "I will stick your meat cleaver into your anus until you can see your small intestine being cut open with your own eyes, understand?"

"Ah."

The butcher, holding a finger bone in his mouth, sneered and threw the machete in front of the man, and a hoarse voice rang out.

"Shall I draft it?" (End of this chapter)