Fantasy: At the beginning, the saint girl was tricked into joining the Demon Cult!

Chapter 189 Fan Tong's Unwillingness

"Yes..." Fan Tong stepped back, not daring to speak any more.

But the years of fear suddenly exploded in his heart, making him extremely aggrieved and incomparably painful.

When Fan Tong came outside, he saw that the disciples were busy, as if they were holding some spirit stones and preparing for something.

These spirit stones are all blue spirit stones, which caught Fan Tong's eyes.

"Be careful, there are restrictions on these spirit stones, and they will explode immediately when they are shaken." A disciple scolded.

The other disciples of the Shuangjuezong did not dare to neglect, moved the box containing the spirit stones to the warehouse, and then left carefully.

"Hmph, since you don't want me to be an elder, then these spirit stones are my compensation." Fan Tong said bitterly, he waited for the guarding disciples to leave, and then came to the warehouse.

With that superb lockpicking technique, the warehouse was opened without any effort.

He slipped in carefully, but he didn't see the sign next to the warehouse, which read a few words:
"Arsenal".

Fan Tong looked in, and the densely packed alleys were filled with spirit stones, which made Fan Tong almost freeze in place.

With so many spirit stones, what kind of elder is he?

Anyway, no one here will be an elder for him.

He originally planned to die of old age in this pair of peerless sects, holding an iron job, going to the fence during the day, and practicing kung fu diligently at night.

But if there are so many spirit stones, such a life is within reach!
Fan Tong was about to get the Lingshi with his hands, when he suddenly realized a very serious problem.

"If I took these spirit stones away, wouldn't they find out right away?" Fan Tong thought, "I'm so clever, wouldn't it be enough to replace these spirit stones with heavy objects? Anyway, it's covered with canvas, I can't even tell what's in there!"

Just do it!

Fan Tong brought some dried "mud" and replaced most of the spirit stones inside, leaving only one layer of the remaining spirit stones on the surface of the box.

And in the beast pen of the Shuangjue Sect, a disciple looked at the empty corner a little dazedly.

Another disciple said, "Ah Fa, what's wrong with you?"

"No, where did all the shit I piled up here go?"

"Whatever, maybe someone cleaned it up, wouldn't it be better? We can go drink!"

"Yes, drink!" The disciple put down his shovel and left with his shoulders on his shoulders.

……

Smell Fragrant Hills.

Zhou Baoer was pillowed on Jiang Han's arm.

Compared with the unfamiliarity before, the two of them are obviously a lot more proficient.

At this time, the fine sweat on their faces is the best proof.

Zhou Baoer moved closer to Jiang Han's neck: "Jiang Lang..."

The voice is soft and waxy, making people want to stop.

Jiang Han looked at the beauty in his arms, if he wasn't tired, he really wanted to continue loving her.

At this time, Zhou Bao'er wanted to refuse but also to welcome, it was simply wonderful.

Many literati like to use flowers to compare beauties, but how can flowers be as moving as Zhou Baoer?

Maybe some people will say that the most beautiful woman is like the fairy in the painting, but Zhou Baoer at this time, which brush in the world can paint her Fengshen?

Even if it is a fairy in the sky, it is definitely not as gentle as Bao'er is now. Jiang Han stroked Bao'er's cheek lightly with his fingers, and said, "Huh?"

"Are we really going to face Chen Xuanji directly?" Bao'er said.Jiang Han was happy, and kissed Bao'er's forehead gently, and said, "Are you afraid?"

Zhou Baoer nodded, but quickly shook her head again, she said softly: "After all, there is such a big gap in strength now, and... and we..."

"The reason why I did this is also because I want to understand one thing." Jiang Han stretched out his left hand, and the missing little finger was so obvious in the night.

Bao'er felt distressed, grabbed Jiang Han's hand and put it on her cheek: "What do you want to understand?"

"When You Qiansui rescued Ye Chen, he left that thing between Ye Chen's eyebrows." Jiang Han narrowed his eyes.

Zhou Baoer was taken aback: "What is left behind?"

"You'll know when the time comes." Jiang Han lovingly scratched Zhou Baoer's little nose.

Bao'er pouted in protest.

The two lay on the same pillow, and their eyes met at this moment, with all the tenderness and sweetness in their words.

Bao'er spoke for a long time, and she said, "If one day I go with you to the capital to meet your mother, what if she dislikes me..."

"Why do you dislike you?" Jiang Han hugged her even tighter.

Bao'er didn't resist either, she listened to Jiang Han's heartbeat, the two of them were honest with each other at this moment, and there were scattered clothes all around, one can imagine how fierce the fierce battle just now was.

"You have the blood of the royal family... But me, my parents are ordinary villagers, and I..." Bao'er said, after all, in this era, identity, background, and blood are important factors that determine a person's status .

But Jiang Han interrupted her, he said: "You, it's superficial to say so, as the so-called princes and generals, who are born noble? I think the founding emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty was not a kind born?"

"Princes and generals, it's better to be kind..." Bao'er kept chewing on Jiang Han's words.

Seeing Bao'er's constant pondering, Jiang Han's interest rose again, and he said, "Honey, I have something to discuss with you."

"Huh?" Bao'er looked at Jiang Han with her beautiful big eyes, and the sweat from just now was still hanging on Chang's eyelashes.

Jiang Han said: "Have you read the fourth volume of Spring Boudoir Play?"

Bao'er blushed, and she said angrily, "Look, look..."

"There's a shallow bottom called Yuxiang, do you know?" Jiang Han asked again.

Bao'er thought that Jiang Han was going to ask a serious question, but she suddenly said a word that made her extremely shy, and two peach clouds quickly appeared on her cheeks: "You, what do you want to do?"

"What do you think?" Jiang Han chuckled, and immediately pulled up the quilt next to him, and then hid himself and Bao'er inside.

Bao'er's charming smile and Jiang Han's teasing immediately intertwined.

And under the same moon.

The purple-clothed fairy stood on the top of the Vientiane Pagoda, leaning against the moonlight, closing her eyes and contemplating.

Suddenly, a sound of practicing exercises caught her attention.

The fairy in purple was curious, so she looked down and saw Ye Chen practicing on the middle flat bottom of the three pagodas.

On one side, Xiao Mei and Yue Qingrou are practicing alongside.

Yue Qingrou said: "Ye Lang, is this too forced?"

Ye Chen clasped his hands together, and a pool of water in the distance began to condense into swords.

This is a skill of Manyo Yukenshu.

Everything can become a sword!

And Ye Batian can use the vegetation around him to turn into flying swords, killing enemies invisible within a hundred steps.

(End of this chapter)