Guardian Chapter 6: Dead man

The bird demon can transform into Wei Changfeng's appearance, mostly because of this so-called bone pinching.

Chen Feng understood that this bone-squeezing technique was actually a disguise.

But it is much better than Disguise.

No matter what, it belongs to the same level as the beauty of the previous life.

They are all heaven-defying sorceries that don't seem to make my mother recognize them.

Chen Feng rattled his whole body, thinking of the appearance of Uncle 5 in his mind. After a while, a lame No. 5 appeared exactly as it was, even his temperament was inseparable.

It's so strange, so strange.

Chen Feng had a great time.

Men and women, young and old, tried it all for him, not to mention, the more you use it, the more you want, and the appearance changes quickly, which is much more powerful than the face change in Sichuan Opera.

The room is called by the local word, and the quality is Samsung. It's not bad.

Chen Feng rubbed his hands, recorded his soul and put it on record, which led the harpy's soul into the soul well.

This time he learned to be smart, and he didn't dare to look at the white whirlpool anymore, half-squinted his eyes and finished the work.

Two Ming notes floated out again.

Chen Feng stretched out his hand and ran fast.

It is not advisable to stay here for a long time. The uncomfortable feeling all over the body has increased a lot after such a small meeting.

The lobby of the Tianji group is empty.

Accurately speaking, apart from Chen Feng and Cao Qiuchen who owe money face, the other soul masters have not yet completed their tasks.

"You are here just right, add an order."

Cao Qiuchen looked numb and didn't elaborate. He threw Chen Feng the two-dimension task, patted his **** and left, regardless of whether Chen Feng would run the order.

It's impossible to run a single, and it is impossible to run a single in this life.

Chen Feng has yin and yang in his body, and he wants to be a hitman who has been praising his soul for twenty-four hours.

The bird demon in Fangcaidi's word room gave a two-star reward.

Chen Feng almost had pleasure in coming to two more dizi rooms.

The first order, the old bird, is a crow bird demon soul.

It seems that Xiaoqi Lin Xiaomu's "reporting" of the Demon Slayer Palace is very thorough, and directly cleans up the disciples and grandchildren of the crow bird demon.

This little banner is a ruthless person. Chen Feng secretly wrote down the name.

It is said that the book of the soul is created. This bird demon has a mediocre life, just an ordinary mountain spirit, who has gained the blood of the ancestor crow bird demon, and has cultivated Tao Xing for several years.

The reward Chen Feng cares most about is also very urinary, one word: Gan.

What is the reward, and the cultivation base increases by one year?

Chen Feng hastily finished the task of weighing the room and moved to another room.

He fixed his eyes, yelling at you, Ma Mapi, and it's the crow bird demon soul of Yaqueling again.

The tool is in hand, and the soul continues.

Hearing that reckless voice came out again: soul weight three by one, five-star quality, reward for one year of cultivation.

Chen Feng began to curse Lin Xiaomu's behavior of digging out the bird's nest in his heart.

Complete the task unhappy.

Chen Feng calmed down, and Chen Feng's heart gradually became clear and enlightened.

You can’t blame the Yin and Yang Book for searching for the real thing. The cultivation base is also a good thing, but I don’t know what the cultivation level is now for two years.

Chen Feng didn't feel any substantial changes in him anyway.

Well, in addition to saying that the soul song runs faster, the medicinal effect of Xiantian Dao Wan is absorbed more fiercely, there are no other changes in Versailles.

If he insisted on changing, Chen Feng was more able to eat, he was panicked with hunger, he just had ten big steamed buns and he couldn't talk about being half full.

Chen Feng ignored the strange eyes of others, and immersed himself in the meal.

Thinking about it in his heart, he secretly told that the demon king could count the cause and effect of his and Kunpeng's remaining essence. I am afraid that the method is extraordinary. It is best for this guy to forget this, otherwise, at his current level, sooner or later. Take a break.

Furthermore, it is still the matter of leaving the essence. Qian Xiaoshu is not a single case. According to the records shown in the Yin and Yang Booklet, there are many more human women bred essence and infants.

I just don’t know what the real one is born out of, and whether there will be the kind of demon infant coming and harming the world.

This matter cannot be told to outsiders, Chen Feng can only hide it in his heart.

Chen Feng wiped his mouth and got up after cleaning up two basins of corn rice.

As soon as I got up, I heard a cold pump.

Chen Feng looked up, his mouth crooked with joy.

The colleagues in the Tianji team, especially those old colleagues, are betting on their own meals.

"Let me just say, if the two basins are dry, they will never die."

"I thought that the death method of our so-called soul master would add a new kind of support to death."

"Give money to money, I won't die."

The lame Uncle No. 5 beamed his eyebrows and was spreading his hands to ask for money.

"Old lame ghost, don't try your best, you don't count."

"Why don't you forget it, isn't the eleventh alive and well."

"You have given the money to Qiu Chen, whoever will pick you up with the air compressor."

"That is, every two taels of broken silver every month, you will ask Qiuchen to give your pretty lady, so you are not afraid of losing money."

"I see, Cao Qiuchen looks good, you lame boy will be dead sooner or later, your lady will get on Qiuchen's bed, and you can find a safe father for the two children."

"You're talking nonsense, see if I won't tear your mouth." No.5 has an anxiously pale face, limping and scrambling with others.

Don't even look at ordinary people who come in. The half blood-qi pill that comes out every January is a good pill for reshaping the body.

It is said that the soul master fought, the table flew and the stool jumped, although there were no moves, but after a few rounds, he also smashed the floor into a few big holes.

On the 5th, thinking about his wife and children every month, he wanted to use half of the medicine to bribe Qiu Chen to help. He suffered a great loss in strength and was beaten to lose two front teeth.

Chen Feng just watched the excitement happily at first, and the more he listened to the words of his family on No.5, the more gloomy his face became.

"Stop it all." Chen Feng screamed angrily, his voice loud enough to startle him.

Ma Mapi, who am I supposed to play lion roar from here, oh, it's me, that's all right.

Chen Feng's voice is so loud, everyone's brains are buzzing with his roar, and his voice is different because of how much he eats. I wonder if it is also loud when he farts.

Chen Feng's roar didn't have the effect of the tiger's body shaking, the domineering spirit was revealed, and the crowd came to court.

It is said that soul masters are all precarious, knowing that they are soon to be fate, so you are used to your loud voice?

Bangbang Bang, taking advantage of the stunned effort of No. 5, several soul masters punched and kicked, and they were still excited.

Chen Feng took a look, when I have such a bad breath...No, when I say someone Chen is farting.

I didn't want to care about this mess, but No. 5 was originally Chen Feng's psychological sustenance.

How do you say it.

On the 5th, Gu's selling his image of his old father reminded Chen Feng of the warmth of his family in his previous life.

It’s even worse now. It’s not easy to speak by yourself? It's a man who can't hold back his face.

What is scrupulous, this is not a breath, is it not a dog.

Chen Feng doesn't say anything, he just kicks when he flies.

This flying is a common saying, that is, when we fight, we give people a scudging fly.

This kick flew out, and Chen Feng had a bad feeling, and he had already stopped his legs.

In this way, the person who was kicked rolled over ninety-nine and eighty-one laps before stopping.

A brief silence.

A harsh, broken gong voice resounded through the sky.

"The dead..."

Cao Qiuchen, who was far away in the Tianji group's class room, picked his ears and muttered casually: "Howling, what's so strange about the dead."