At this time, Feng Yan was in the room constantly wailing.

Ye Anmeng, who was in the next room, could hear it with his ears covered at this time, and after a long time, Ye Anmeng couldn't bear it anymore and walked up to Feng Yan angrily.

"I said can you grind like a man, like a girl. Isn't it just a big fart, as for it?"

Hearing Feng Yan, he instantly exploded.

"I said, eldest sister, men can't stand this in TM! If you're not a woman, I have to give you a taste of something. ”

And Ye Anmeng also knew that she was ashamed, and shrunk her neck, besides, she was not a man, how did she know what it was like?

It's just that I heard my best friend mention that she used this trick when she met a pervert, so she remembered it in a hurry.

But looking at Feng Yan's appearance at this time, it seems to be really painful. I can't bear it.

"Okay, okay, it's me who is wrong, I just heard a strange noise coming from your house, and I was worried that something was wrong with you, so I came over to take a look. ”

"The one who said I was just a weak woman, you pressed me, of course I had to fight back, can you forgive me?"

Saying pitifully, he tugged at Feng Yan's sleeve and kept shaking.

And Feng Yan saw that Ye Anmeng, who was docile at this moment, was immediately angry.

Anyway, why weren't you weak at that time, and now you come here and pretend to be pitiful to me.

"I tell you, no way, I won't forgive you for at least a week. ”

The last sentence was almost shouted out by Feng Yan, full of resentment.

But when I heard Feng Yan say this at this moment, I knew that the other party's anger had disappeared by more than half, and it was no big deal, at least Ye Anmeng thought so.

Having said that, staring at Feng Yan at the moment, Ye Anmeng still has this discomfort.

At this time, Feng Yan in front of him gave himself the feeling that the other party had changed his head. That smooth mutton fat skin makes me ashamed of myself as a girl.

In other words, is this guy magical, or is this the truest appearance of Feng Yan.

"Hey, I said, how did you go in and stay for a while, and then there was such a drastic change?"

"How did you do that, or what brand of cosmetics did you use?"

"But which brand of cosmetics is so good?"

"Do you still have it? Lend it to me. ”

.................

At this time, Feng Yan didn't want to pay attention to Ye Anmeng at all, his legs trembled, stood up, and pushed Ye Anmeng out without saying a word.

Impatiently, he said to him, "Hurry up, hurry up, I'm going to sleep." ”

However, at this moment, Ye Anmeng was unhappy: "You sleep here, so where do I sleep?"

"Of course it's nonsense to sleep on the sofa, if you want to sleep on the floor, I don't care about you, go quickly and don't disturb my rest. ”

At this time, Ye Anmeng still wanted to hold on, grabbed the door frame and didn't let go.

He said angrily: "Are you a big man? You are a communiqué for personal vendetta and harboring evil intentions." ”

Before he finished speaking, he saw Feng Yan's face gradually gloomy, which made people feel a little scared.

"Forget it, the bed will be given to you, but you take your cosmetics for me to use, rest assured that I won't use too much ..........."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Anmeng was driven out by Feng Yan, turned around and locked it again. And now the world is finally calm.

Fortunately, Feng Yan has been transformed by the Cleansing Pill, otherwise Feng Yan would really become the last eunuch in the 21st world.

After such a toss, Feng Yan was also sleepy, endured the pain, and lay on the bed and fell asleep slowly.

However, just when Feng Yan was asleep, the black short sword cut through the void and fell, falling on Feng Yan's chest impartially.

At this time, the sword body exuded a faint white aura. It looks fairy.

If Feng Yan saw this scene, he would definitely be very shocked, Feng Yan clearly remembered that he put the short sword in the system.

Now this short sword is able to break free from the shackles of the system, cut through the void and fall beside him. How much skill does it take?

However, with the pale white aura, Feng Yan slept exceptionally sweetly this time.

In the dream, Feng Yan seemed to have come to a mysterious place.

And it was a completely dark space, surrounded by some white lines. It's incredibly bright.

"I said, is anyone here? Can anyone respond to me?"

Feng Yan walked aimlessly and kept asking, but there was no response, not even an echo.

However, just when Feng Yan gave up looking for it and Zhun Ben was resting, an old voice came.

"Son, come here. ”

"Who's where?"

At this time, I don't know when, an incomparably kind old man appeared not far away.

Feng Yan asked suspiciously, "Old man, who are you?"

The old man pointed to himself, and spoke mysteriously.

"I, I'm just a speck of dust between heaven and earth, and my name is just a code name, but the world likes to call me a saint of creation. ”

As he spoke, he looked at Feng Yan with a smile.

And at this moment, Feng Yan finally knew who the other party was.

The old man in front of him was a Creation Sage who was famous for his cultivation of the Heavenly Scripture of Creation, and he was also the master of the gray and simple short sword.

But then again, what did the other party do when they found themselves?

Could it be like in the novel, the power to take away the ants and then live a new life?

Thinking about it, Feng Yan looked at the Creation Saint vigilantly.

The Creation Sage stroked his beard with a chuckle.

"Don't be nervous, little one, I'm just a remnant of the image now. Nothing can be done to you. ”

"I'm here to see you. ”

Feng Yan looked at the other party and found that it was just an image as he said, and the vigilance in his heart was also a lot lighter.

"So what are you looking for me to do?"

"My purpose is simple, to guide you on the path of cultivation. ”

"However, what you have to do now is to cultivate the Heavenly Scripture of Creation in front of me. It's up to me to be the guide. ”

However, Feng Yan frowned and compared himself to the Creation Saint. "Cultivating here?"

And the Creation Sage nodded affirmatively and explained to Feng Yan.

"This is the environment I deliberately created when I was dying, and it is no different from reality. ”

"What's even more amazing is that I have changed the speed of time in this space, no matter how you cultivate here, when you wake up for hundreds of years or thousands of years, it is just as if you have slept for a while. ”

Speaking of information, he looked at Feng Yan proudly: "Isn't it very powerful, shocked?"

And Feng Yan was indeed shocked by the supernatural powers of the Creation Saint, but at this moment he had a more important question.

"How old are you?"

The Creation Saint snapped his fingers and calculated it well. In the end, Feng Yan was given a vague number.

"A total of seven or eight million years have passed since the birth of this saint!"

"Why are you asking this?"

Feng Yan shook his head and said, "In other words, you have lived for seven or eight million years, and you will eventually die?"