Sister ruined my cultivation a hundred times

Chapter 134 Cooperation
Ye Wu looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus, but he could see that it seemed to be an illusion weapon.

He thought for a while, turned to look at Tingting, and handed the sweet-scented osmanthus to her, "Give it to you."

Tingting quickly waved her hand and said, "This is too expensive, my subordinates dare not take it."

"This is of no use to me, I have quite a few magical artifacts like this in my hand." Ye Wu muttered.

Ci Qiancheng was silent for a while.

Tingting took another careful look at Ci Qiancheng, seeing that he seemed to be acquiescing, so she took the sweet-scented osmanthus seriously.

"Thank you sir."

Hall Master Jing rolled his eyes, this kid is really annoying.

"Then let's go next..." Ye Wu looked at the two of them.

"Let's go." Ci Qiancheng said.

He flew up first.

Master Jing grabbed Ye Wu and flew him into the air.

Both Ye Lin and Tingting could control the sword, and Wang Defu lay on Ye Lin's sword.

Looking down in mid-air, Ye Wu saw the valley below more clearly, which was completely different from what they saw when they came.

The son of Yan Kuang may just set a fire at will.

But the flames spread, and finally burned all the sweet-scented osmanthus in the entire valley.

So now it's all scars.

Ye Wu looked at Ci Qiancheng, and even an outsider felt uncomfortable. After all, this place used to be a place like a paradise, so he wondered if Ci Qiancheng felt even more uncomfortable.

There was a bunch of flames in Ci Qiancheng's hand, and he threw it down.

Ye Wu was taken aback.

The flames instantly enveloped the entire valley. The scorching temperature and distorted space made the hearts of those present feel heavy.

"why……"

Ye Wu wanted to speak, but Hall Master Jing pulled him back.

He shut up immediately, so as not to say something that he shouldn't have said too quickly.

Ci Qiancheng took out the wine gourd and put it in his mouth, but after pouring it twice, he found that there was no wine in it.

He silently looked at the gourd in his hand.

After a long while, he let out a miserable laugh, looking at the Osmanthus Pier below, the red fireworks reflected in his eyes.

"From now on, there will be no more sweet-scented osmanthus wine..."

This place where he lived for hundreds of years will no longer exist.

Ye Wu looked at him, and suddenly touched himself.

He took out a jug of wine, which was the fruit wine made by the fourth sister, but the sister said that he had better not drink it if he was fine.

But now...he thought about it, and drank the uncle's sweet-scented osmanthus wine, so he should pay it back.

Ye Wu then handed the jug of wine to Ci Qiancheng.

"Uncle, this wine is brewed by my fourth sister, here it is, you have a taste?"

Ci Qiancheng took the jug and drank it in one gulp.

Then he froze,

He felt that his cultivation base, which had not moved for a hundred years, was loosening.

Ci Qiancheng gave him a complicated look, no wonder this kid didn't like his sweet-scented osmanthus just now, the value of this pot of wine is unknown,

……

Nanzhao Tiandu.

City Lord's Mansion.

Yan Kuang looked at the young man in front of him with a smile on his face.

"The Holy Son's coming this time is really beyond my expectation. I'm ashamed that I didn't prepare a banquet in advance." Yan Kuang smiled.

Miao Haocang leaned lazily on the chair, his red phoenix eyes were half-downcast, looking a little frivolous.

"There's no need for a banquet or something. I'm here to find you, but I don't know if the city lord is willing to cooperate for a while..."

Yan Kuang smiled and said, "I'm afraid I, the little city lord, don't have the ability to let the Holy Son come here in person!"

Miao Haocang was playing with a gilt cup in his hand, and glanced at him with a half-smile.

"Don't worry, I won't let you suffer."

Miao Haocang took out several portraits and pushed them in front of Yan Kuang.

"The few people above, I want them to die."

Yan Kuang glanced across the portrait, and paused for a moment on a little girl in red.

He raised his eyes, looked at Miao Haocang, and said with a smirk: "The Holy Son is a bit difficult for others, this Hua Yuejing is my junior sister after all, let me kill her... Although I don't have a good relationship with her, But after all, the teacher came from the same school..."

"A core of the dove moon." Miao Haocang interrupted him directly, how could he not see that Yan Kuang was talking about the price at all.

What kind of friendship, what kind of friendship does Yan Kuang pay attention to?
The core of Jiuyue comes from the extremely cold place in the snowy area. It is an extremely rare spiritual plant. It blooms only once in a thousand years. After taking it, it can improve the talent. He also spent a lot of effort to get it.

Yan Kuang's smile remained unchanged.

"My junior sister and I grew up together. When we didn't part ways in the early years, I had a good relationship with her. It's just a pity that we didn't agree with each other later. We had no choice but to gradually alienate..."

"City Lord, why do you say this? Why don't you tell me what you want?"

Miao Haocang interrupted him.

"I just want the Nanzhao Heavenly Capital to be peaceful. After all, I am also an imperial court official. I just hope that my place is safe and peaceful!"

Yan Kuang is not willing to participate in the affairs of their Demon Cult at all.

Although he has also cooperated with the Demon Cult in recent years, it is only limited to profit. This kind of thing is not easy at first glance, and he has no spare time.

Seeing this, Miao Haocang smiled unhurriedly, and pointed to another portrait above.

"Do you know this person?"

Yan Kuang glanced at him, it was a man in his early thirties with a handsome face, his hair was tied up casually, a little messy, he was dressed in linen black, with a wine gourd hanging from his waist.

"Is this person Ci Qiancheng?" Yan Kuang recognized the identity of this person.

"Yes, this is the purpose of my cooperation with you!"

Miao Haocang's smile seemed to have a deep meaning, which made Yan Kuang frowned subtly.

"As far as I know, this person will definitely go with Hall Master Mirror. I think he is dead."

Yan Kuang heard the words and said: "Ci Qiancheng has been famous for a long time and is super powerful. It is said that his illusion has reached the point of perfection, let alone his swordsmanship and illusion complement each other. It is difficult to deal with. The Holy Son must be careful." .”

What he said was right, he was someone who was as famous as his master.

So he will not agree.

"Hey, I hired someone to deal with Ci Qiancheng, but after all, two fists are no match for four hands, and the master of Hall Mirror is also very strong, so I'm looking for you..."

Miao Hao said distressedly.

Yan Kuang glanced at the young man in front of him with a half-smile, but didn't make a sound.

"Holy Son is very human, and I think he can accomplish what you want without my help."

He said with a smile on his face, but his face changed suddenly, and he raised his hand to cover his chest.

There was a stabbing pain in his heart.

That tingling made him realize one thing very clearly.

His son, gone.

Yan Kuang's face became gloomy, and the whole body seemed to be solidified by a violent storm.

And a light group flew from outside, projecting a picture inside the house.

A man in black, holding a wine gourd in his hand, killed his son with a sword.

Yan Kuang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, his body was trembling, his facial muscles twitched slightly, and gradually became ferocious.

Miao Haocang smiled slightly, then looked at Yan Kuang sadly.

"This is your son? What a pity..."

Yan Kuang opened his eyes suddenly and looked at Miao Haocang.

His eyes were red with murderous intent.

"I want to resign from Qiancheng to pay for my son's life!" He said through gritted teeth.

No matter who dares to kill his son, he will smash his body to pieces!

"That's just right, we each take what we need, I want Hall Master Jing to die, and you want to quit Qiancheng and die."

"So... I don't know if the city lord should seriously consider working with me again?"

Yan Kuang stared at Miao Haocang fiercely, knowing that Miao Haocang might have known about it, but still nodded in response.

(End of this chapter)