Chapter 39: Young Mukong (4)

"Vines—thorns!" Mu Yunfeng burst out, his voice was cold, Mu Yunfeng was angry, since he was a child, he hadn't beaten himself yet, this... Why should someone I have never met teach myself and take me as a disciple, and see if he has the ability!

The greenery spread all over its body, ready to attack, but it did not see its next move, it did not attack the man at all, but attacked itself.

When the man saw that Mu Yunfeng couldn't hurt others, but hurt himself, he immediately smiled, looked down at Mu Yunfeng, and was about to speak, but who knew that Mu Yunfeng had already spoken first, "Who are you?" Get your name in! His eyes were full of coldness, and his face sank, full of hostility towards the white-clothed immortal in front of him.

"Young age, not much ability, but not small tone, this temperament is not a good habit, in the future, you will be trained to be like your father."

"Who the hell are you, why are you here, what the hell is this rattle?" Mu Yunfeng tried to change his situation, but found that the vines no longer obeyed his own arrangements at the moment, and the familiar language to communicate with the vines was useless, but unexpectedly, the vines trapped themselves even more and did not let themselves move.

The man floated over, Mu Yunfeng wanted to hit the man, but was gently sideways by the man to avoid it, Mu Yunfeng looked at his movements frozen in mid-air, and his smile suddenly froze on his face.

"Little hedgehog, the deity is not very good-tempered, if you have to provoke this seat, this seat does not mind letting you taste the bitterness, temper your temperament, suppress your sharpness, let this seat wait for so long, you should pay a price." It was the rattle that was forcibly brought in, and if it weren't for the feeling, it would be impossible to find that someone had opened the seal of the rattle, and that blood vein awakened his soul.

The corners of Mu Yunfeng's mouth hooked up a sneer, and the smile on the corners of his lips was like a poppy, fleeting, and he said indifferently, "You don't dare to kill me, you need me to take you out, there is no doubt about this, because you exist in the rattle and can't contact the outside world!" ”

"Oh, so how do you know?" The man looked at Mu Yunfeng with a smile when he heard this, and said, "The heart is very delicate and thoughtful. ”

"From what you said, the first person to come in and waited for a long time."

"That's really bothering." The man hooked the corners of his lips slightly, a touch of sarcasm flashed in his eyes very quickly, and he replied lightly, walked to the side and looked at the stinky girl with yellow skin in front of him, and then looked far away, without meaning to speak again.

"Let me out, we don't owe each other, you go yours, I'll live mine."

"If you want to get out, it's not easy, it's easy to get in, but it's harder to get out than to climb to the sky." If he could go out, he wouldn't have been in it for thousands of years, in the dark, repeating the same thing every day, boring, boring, talking to himself, playing, dueling.

"You lied to me! Tell me, how to get out! ”

"I'm not kidding you." The man's voice suddenly became cold, and then he stepped forward and approached Mu Yunfeng, lowered his voice and said, "Is it good for me to lie to you?" No. In my eyes, you are an ant-like existence, you don't have what I want, don't think about it. ”

"It's not impossible to go out, but you have to sign a contract with me, the relationship between master and servant, my lord, your servant, give you time to think about it." After the man finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to leave, "One more thing, the name of this seat - Cang Fuchen." ”