Chapter 2175

Look, look, sell yourself and happily count money for the owner!

The tree gave them a look.

Although we don't speak, there are so many plays in our eyes!

Hum! Miss Qiao twisted her little head and went ahead.

They walked along the long and thin path full of thick fog for about half a quarter of an hour, and then they saw that they were suddenly enlightened.

A row of bamboo houses are hidden in the fog, looking as if they are in a fairyland, surrounded by smoke.

The tree blinked, looked up at the ink lotus and said, "do you think it's a good way to come in?"

Mo Lian nodded. "It's OK. Since the other side is singing empty doors and leading us in, let's see how capable Feng can be."

"Well." Trees are naturally not afraid.

Since Feng dared to catch the stump, he had to be ready to be uprooted.

Moreover, she is also a little curious about Feng's identity backstage.

What kind of identity does she have in the Tianyun organization?

Lord? Or higher?

The tree glanced at it lightly and took out two small medicine bottles and handed them to the gingko fairy and the Peony Fairy.

"Put this on the exposed skin, and keep it away from any poisonous insects." It's not too tired to open the shield all day long.

Opening the shield also costs psychic power. Oh no, they use holy power, OK!

They took over quickly. Only when they finished painting did they remove the shield. They looked around and saw that there was no poison dare to approach them, so they were relieved.

Everyone walked to the bamboo house.

At the same time, dun Zhu, who was tied to an interrogation column, was swearing at Feng's mother-in-law.

"Stop dreaming! A scholar prefers death to humiliation! I will not tell you who I am if I die. "

It's true that the tiger has fallen and the sun has been bullied by the dog!

He was forced to suppress the cultivation of immortal realm in Geng Pengcheng's small body.

Wuwuwu

If he wants to regain his previous accomplishments, he must continue to practice.

The problem is that there's time to practice. Although he's already working hard, Geng Pengcheng's physical qualification is limited.

The more he thought about it, the more pitiful he felt and the more he wanted to cry.

Feng, with a black face, stood in front of Dunzhu. Seeing that he was about to shed tears again, he couldn't help raising his hand and slapping his face, "shut up!"

"You fierce woman!"

"Take the whip!"

"Wow! Don't fight, don't fight, whoa! Ah! " When the whip came down, he let out weeping and screaming.

"Shut up!" The expression on one face was slightly distorted.

At this time, the door of the claustrophobia was pushed open.

A maid like woman, with her head lowered, hurried forward and whispered to Feng, "madam, the master of bow hall is here."

Feng frowned slightly, handed the whip to the maid and said, "keep fighting!"

"Yes!"

She turned around and went out. The shrill cry of the stump rose again.

As the door of the small claustrophobia overlapped, Feng raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrow.

Things are not going well recently.

Huang He, a disciple of his own, found her biggest secret, and then he failed to get rid of it.

The next thing was more dramatic. She found that her husband seemed to be replaced.

The "Geng Pengcheng" in front of him is totally different from his husband in temperament and style.