I really didn't expect to make the heroines fall in love with me.

However, what it didn't know was that the reason why Luo Wusheng went back and forth like this was because he was hesitating whether to make black silk for Bai Xiaoyao.

Maybe there is still a little bit of desire to see the sleeping barefoot witch for a while.

As a result, because it failed to use the secret method many times, it suffered backlash and became a little sluggish.

Even when Luo Wusheng really refused to put back the materials later, it didn't have the energy to cast the secret technique for a short time.

(Forget it, anyway, this guy stopped, and I will leave here immediately when Shushu and I recover.)

When it finally made a decision, it suddenly saw light.

It realized that it had been taken out of the storage bag and landed on the ground, surrounded by several people.

At first glance, it saw the hateful Son of the Demon Sect.

Thinking of its previous miserable failures, it revealed a bit of hatred in its narrow and slender eyes.

Damn it, if the group of bald heads hadn't specially ordered it, it would definitely have smashed the devil's son into pieces!

But what is this guy doing throwing himself out of the storage bag?

The ugly gray-haired mouse suddenly had a bad feeling.

…………

"Huh? Why do you feel that this guy is a bit listless? Oh, yes, after all, it's been in the storage bag for half a day."

Luo Wusheng looked at the gray-haired mouse he threw out, and thought to himself.

Of course, the five refiners who were completely outside the service area could not hear what he was saying.

But the gray mouse can hear it.

(This is not all your fault!)

It wanted to let the Holy Son of the Demon Sect in front of him realize how powerful he was, but he could barely support himself in poor condition, showing a ferocious expression, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Tsk, it really is still so ugly."

Hearing the ridicule of the young man in front of him, the gray-haired mouse felt that the string of his rationality was about to snap.

It loves money the most in its life, and hates being called ugly.

But this Demon Son has already said twice in front of it that it is ugly!

It's unbearable!

But thinking of its current state, it decided to endure it a little longer.

It doesn't matter, until the day the plan is implemented, I will be able to avenge my revenge and retaliate against my grievances.

(But why did he let me out now?)

The gray-haired mouse was thinking, but he heard Song Zhong beside Luo Wusheng make a loud voice.

"Master Shengzi! What are you doing with this...a rather strange-looking mouse?"

Song Zhong, who didn't know what his own son was talking about, and couldn't grasp his intentions, chose to speak euphemistically.

He also thought the mouse was ugly.

On the other side of him, Luo Wusheng, who knew that the group of people wouldn't listen to what he said now, waved his hand.

A pitch-black gun fell into his hand.

Without any hesitation, and no matter what bullets were loaded, Luo Wusheng casually shot at the gray-haired mouse in the cage.

Although it sounded like a cruel thing, he somehow didn't have any psychological burden... Maybe it was because this strange ugly mouse had accumulated too many negative emotions for him?

However, in order to prevent the mouse from being traumatized due to its weak defense, he still used spiritual power to weaken the power of the bullet itself.

This is the last tenderness of the Demon Son.

The gray-haired mouse intentionally dodged, but how could it, being just an ordinary mouse, pass the bullet so fast?

So it scratched a little fur on its body.

The effect of the bullet is on its body.

Suddenly, it seemed to see that the work mice under him no longer gave him money, and even dedicated the money that should belong to it to the hateful son of the devil in front of him!

How can this be!Although the money was earned by the blood and sweat of those low-level work rats, it should all belong to him!

Rat money is better than killing rat parents!

It's in a hurry.

I was so anxious that tears fell out.

"Huh? Is it actually a tear gas bomb?"

Luo Wusheng watched the bean-sized teardrops slipping from the mouse's sparse gray fur, and touched his chin.

In fact, he was somewhat wary of the mouse.

Although I couldn't check anything, the timing of its appearance at that time was really suspicious, and I was very concerned about the disgusting feeling on it that I couldn't help but feel disgusted with.

He fired this shot, which also had a somewhat tentative meaning.

However, the performance of the opponent is still no different from that of ordinary mice.

Is it really because I think too much?Maybe it's just that the ugly rat's sparse hair arouses its own bald ass ptsd?

After pondering for a while, he carved a few lines on the wooden board he took out earlier.

Although this group of refiners can't communicate now, they will be able to understand their messages after the effects on them pass.

After finishing these, Luo Wusheng looked at the group of refiners.

At this moment, they all had a look of sudden enlightenment on their faces.

"So that's it! Master Shengzi wants us to try the effects of those bullets on other creatures!"

Song Zhong immediately stood up: "It is true that low-level monks who use mortal soldiers often rely on eliminating animal troubles in exchange for training resources! Testing the effect on other animals is also extremely important! I didn't expect Master Shengzi to see our thoughts The incomprehension! You really deserve to be the Holy Son!"

He bowed his head in salute.

The other four people saw their brother Song's posture, although they didn't know what they were talking about, they all nodded secretly.

Sure enough, just as they thought, Master Shengzi was reminding them not to focus on humans only, but to compare the effects of bullets on other creatures.

Even for this reason, Master Shengzi even brought an experimental product here!

This group of people almost had gratitude written on their faces.

Luo Wusheng's mouth twitched.

(Forget it, let them think what they want now, and they will naturally see the instructions I left after they recover.)

He didn't want to waste time with a group of real communication barriers.

If I spend most of the day to let these craftsmen understand what I mean, and the side effects on them are relieved in the next second, then I really have no place to reason.

Thinking of this, Luo Wusheng nodded slightly to them.

Putting the wooden board with the writing on it aside, he walked slowly downstairs, away from the gazes of the craftsmen.

What these refiners didn't notice was that every time their son-in-law took a big step, the fluctuation of breath became blurred.

(Well, that should be fine.)

Luo Wusheng, who had perfectly concealed his figure and aura, stood outside the Demon Artifact Pavilion.

There was an endless stream of pedestrians on the long street, but no one paid attention to him.

The Demon Sect Son nodded in satisfaction.

Hongyan Tower, I, Long Dahai, are here again!

Section 58#第一组织#Chapter [-] Lu Yuli: I suspect this guy wants to pick on my master

Jiange, Shuangxue Peak.

Lu Yuli was sitting in her small pavilion, holding a wide-bladed short wooden sword, with a somewhat nervous expression on her face.

"Finally... I can know what that guy said to Master these two days..."

Miss Jianxian felt like she was dreaming these two days.

If it was said that her master's sword test Yifeng the day before yesterday had already surprised her, then the next two days had already made her doubt her life.

Yesterday, her master Ling Shuangxue successfully fulfilled what she said when she defeated the head of Ling Yufeng the day before yesterday.

Sword test three peaks.

The ending is total victory.

Lu Yuli watched helplessly as her master, who was supposed to be seriously injured, showed a strength never seen before. He fought against the three Yifeng masters in the early stage of the Nascent Soul with a destructive posture, and refined more blood spirit jade in the middle. Lingyun completely returned to the cultivation level of Yuanying's early stage.

I thought this was already absurd and shocking enough, but today, my master completely refreshed her cognition.

Sword test seven peaks!

And the cultivation base of the last peak is the middle stage of Nascent Soul!

When my master's six swords defeated the six peaks, and when his aura reached its peak, he chose to challenge the middle stage of Yuanying without hesitation, which caused countless exclamations from the disciples of Jiange.

You must know that the Jiange Yuanying is not those piled up with pills, and the foundation is stronger than the other. It can be said that it is as difficult as climbing the sky for Jiange Yuanying.

that's the truth.

Facing the pressure of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, the master, who is originally imposing, is restrained everywhere, and gradually loses the wind in the interlacing of swords and lights.

But at that time, there was no panic in the master's eyes, but he still swung sword after sword according to his own rhythm to receive the opponent's attack.

Block one sword, block ten swords, block a hundred swords...

Even the dull Jiange monks should have noticed something was wrong.

Sure enough, just as the Nascent Soul's middle-stage master gradually became more serious, and cut out tens of thousands of swords with all his strength in an instant, a change appeared in his master's body.

Terrifying spiritual power poured into the cold light rapier in his hand like a torrent.

This sword broke through thousands of sword lights, and chopped on the opponent's body.

It also broke the bottleneck of his master.

Today, Ling Shuangxue, the head of Shuangxue Peak, won the sword test against Qifeng, and officially entered the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

All the people present were amazed, and even the heads of various peaks came to congratulate.

Some people came to ask her why she entered the country so quickly, and said that the effect of breaking and standing was so good that they all wanted to go crazy once.

When this question was mentioned, a rare smile appeared on the face of Shuang Xuefeng, who had always been known for his indifference.

Her answer was very concise: I have taken in a good disciple...

Therefore, all eyes on the scene were focused on Lu Yuli who was placed on the sidelines to watch the battle.

(I'm not! I'm not!)

Even though there was a voice of wanting to cry but no tears in her heart, as one of the parties and the real culprit, Miss Jianxian suppressed the change of her expression with great heart.

Keep smiling, elegance never goes out of style.

She already felt that the xinxing she had developed over the past ten years was for these two days.

Fortunately, my master soon received a sound transmission from the Lord of the Jiange, and went to deal with related matters after being promoted to the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

Because he was worried about himself, he sent himself back to Shuangxue Peak first.

Time goes back to the present.

Seeing the handwriting slowly reflected on the wooden sword in her hand, the somewhat nervous Miss Jianxian immediately focused her attention on it.

With her cultivation at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, she could see ten lines at a glance, and quickly scanned the message displayed on the wooden sword.

At first, Lu Yuli was quite calm.

The master in the message spoke a little too much, but it was still within her acceptable range, and there was not much abnormality.

She nodded secretly.

(However, the story that guy told this time is really interesting... no, no, now is not the time to do such things!)