"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host, pretending to be successful and getting 50,"

"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host, pretending to be successful and getting 50,"

"Ding Dong,"

Several female disciples in the Valley of the Wicked were stupid, but Ye Xiuwen's forced style came. got a total of 250 points, he felt refreshed, anyway, looking for Xiantao's force, he earned it all.

"Isn't this a good opportunity to earn a push?"

Ye Xiuwen had a whim, and finally thought of a new trick of pretending to be forced, and threw a pot of mushroom stewed chicken to five women, and he flew away.

"Huh!"

Ye Xiuwen 'teleported' and landed on a small hillside again, but seeing that there were a lot of people here, he set up the pot stove again, and the chicken stewed mushrooms.

"The sun came out, I climbed the hill, climbed to the top of the mountain, I wanted to sing?

"Eh, there's someone singing on the hillside, who's that person?"

"Yes, let's go and see, is he so happy that he has found Xiantao?"

"Tut-tut, yes? He really thinks that this valley of wicked people is peaceful and prosperous, but this is a wild place, hehe!"

More than a dozen teams found Ye Xiuwen at the same time and ran to the top of the mountain together, but as soon as they reached the halfway point of the mountain, they suddenly felt that there was something wrong with this smell, how could this smell be so fragrant?

"Eh, isn't that a hanging bomb?"

Of all the people, there was no one who didn't know Ye Xiuwen, so he walked over with a sneer.

"Hey, you're so happy, you've found a peach?" one of them smirked.

"Yes!"

Ye Xiuwen made no secret of it, and as a result, there were more than forty people, and his eyes lit up at the same time.

"And how many have you found?" More than forty people, their eyes all blue.

"Not much, not much, just found, more than a hundred,"

"Poof!"

Hearing Ye Xiuwen's words, everyone was about to vomit blood, more than forty of them, looking for almost half an hour, and they didn't meet a single immortal peach, you casually found more than a hundred, are you worthy of so many of us? Are you worthy of the sweat that so many of us have paid?

"Hehe, Hanging Boy? This person has to be kind? You can't lie to us, where are all your so many fairy peaches?"

More than forty people grinned at the same time, and their eyes were bloodshot with blue and red, as if they had seen their prey.

"How's that? Lao Tzu can be counted in your bones, you are a bunch of people who want to get rich - scum, hahaha!"

Ye Xiuwen thought that he was simply too smart and had seen them all through.

And then, it's time for yourself to pretend to be forced.

"Nana, I'm hanging the sky, I'm the kindest person, each of you has a share,"

"Really?"

More than forty people, their faces were happy, and their forehead lines were squeezed out.

"Brother Hanging, worthy of your name, are you really-hanging?"

"Yes, yes, Brother Hang, the world is invincible, the universe is desolate?"

"What is the cosmic desolation, Brother Hanging is a saint among people, he doesn't care about rats like us, and helps us get through!"

"That is, you are generous, and we will naturally remember it,"

"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host, pretending to be successful and getting 40,"

"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host, pretending to be successful and getting 20,"

"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host, pretending to be successful and getting 10,"

"Are you paralyzed? You are so insincere, and you still want Lao Tzu's lion's mane mushroom?

Ye Xiuwen originally thought that it was not impossible for these people to sincerely watch themselves pretend to be forced and give them a few pieces of lion's mane mushrooms.

But these boys, if you dare to be insincere, then you all go eat -!

"Nana, it's all here, one bowl per person, there's a portion!"

"Poof!"

As soon as Ye Xiuwen lifted the lid of the pot, more than forty people suddenly vomited blood, and there were more than 100 immortal peaches boiling in a huge pot.

"You're so crazy, you boiled the fairy peaches, what's the use of this?"

"That's it, you're just a tyrannical thing, huh?"

"It's not just a tyrannical thing, you should be blown to death by five thunderbolts from the sky,"

"No, he should go to the oil pot and suffer from the eighteen layers of hell,"

A group of people were mad at Ye Xiuwen, and they wanted to strangle Ye Xiuwen to death.

"What's going on? Your humanity has been exposed, right? Just like you, you still want to find Xiantao? Go to!"

Ye Xiuwen saw them all thoroughly.

"Nana, don't worry, I still have four immortal peaches, which are reserved for me to complete the task, but for the sake of you being so anxious, I'll let it be given to you!"

Ye Xiuwen stretched out his hand again, and the four immortal peaches were dragging in his hand.

"Really, you are my father, give it to me!" One of the martial artists, with his big mouth forked to the back of his head, called his father on the spot, just for the four immortal peaches in Ye Xiuwen's hand.

"Dad, Dad, they are not sincere, or I am the most sincere, I am your own child,"

"No, I'm my father's own, give it to me!"

"Give it to me, give it to me, you see, how much do I look like my father?"

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host, pretending to be successful, getting 20,"

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host, pretending to be successful, getting 20,"

"Are you paralyzed, are you still not sincere enough? Lao Tzu gave you a fart, just like you bears, Lao Tzu gave it to you, it is also a waste of resources!"

Ye Xiuwen felt very angry in his heart, and he was filled with righteous indignation, whether you call him father or not, it doesn't matter, but what about the least trust in being a man?

"Alas, seeing that you are so filial, I have nothing to say for my father, but who am I giving to you so many children?"

"Poof!"

A group of people vomited blood, and said in their hearts: We are so old, call you Dad, do you really dare to agree? When the fairy peach arrives, it is not on you, poke him hundreds of holes, Lao Tzu will be sorry for his surname!