When Shen Yun helped up the awakened Youhu, Qin Luo's mind suddenly sounded a long-lost female voice: "Found the A-level ingredient Silver Fox Brain, did you activate the skill of curing the cow?"

Qin Luo looked back and saw that the little orange cat with bared teeth was walking towards him with a beautiful nine-tailed silver fox.

The silver fox's small eyes are gurgling, and its extremely high IQ has been thinking about the escape plan, but unfortunately whenever it makes any abnormal moves, the fat and chubby little fleshy palms will not hesitate to slap on its buttocks.

I can't fight it, I can't deceive it, and my magic can't do anything to the enemy, and the nine-tailed silver fox, which is a high-level beast, is so defeated that he can only raise his claws and surrender.

A murderous aura that made the silver fox's heart tremble suddenly locked on it, and you don't need to look at it to know that it must be the owner of the kitchen knife who has noticed him!

It immediately knelt on the ground subconsciously, its whole body curled up in a ball and shivering.

"It turned out to be a ghost you did just now!" Qin Luo rolled up his sleeves and said with an unkind face, "Let labor and management make you into a steamed fox brain, and let You Hao relieve his hatred." ”

The silver fox understood Qin Luo's words, and kept kowtowing to him like a human, and even tears like beans flowed from his eyes.

You want my Uncle Luo to be pitiful, it doesn't exist!

Qin Luo has always been hard-hearted when facing ingredients, not to mention that the other party is a high-level alien beast with bad intentions.

He grabbed it by the neck, and suddenly there was a pulling force on the corner of his pants, and when he looked down, it turned out to be a fat wave.

Qin Luo was surprised: "You want to intercede for it?"

Fat Lang shook his head quickly, stretched out a paw and patted the silver fox's head, and then patted his small chest, making a smug appearance.

"I know!" Qin Luo suddenly realized, "Do you want to take it as a male pet because you see how beautiful it looks?"

The fat wave fell to the ground with a thud, and Shen Yun said with a smile: "What are you talking nonsense again, this is obviously a female fox, okay?"

"Ahem, ahem!" Qin Luo was embarrassed, "This, how did you tell the difference, can you teach me?"

"It's not easy. Shen Yun grabbed Fatty Lang's hind legs and lifted it up, "Look, it's not even four months old, although it's still a small milk cat, but just look at its buttocks, it's the female cat that is close to the two holes." ”

Qin Luoqi said: "Really, let me see." ”

The little orange cat wanted to cry without tears, so she could only meow a few pitifully, and let the male and female owners carefully study their butts......

"Sure enough, the fat wave is not male!"

Qin Luo was overjoyed, then turned the silver fox in his hand over, and then looked at it on its ass.

A clear blush appeared on the little face of the silver fox, it was also sad and angry, but now people are swords, I am fish, since I dare not resist, then I can only endure silently......

"Foxes are different from cats, it depends on their belly. Shen Yun smiled, "The one with the navel eye is the male, and the other is the female." ”

Qin Luo hurriedly wiped a handful on the smooth and shiny belly of the silver fox, and sure enough, there was no navel.

"So, you just want to take it as a junior brother?" Qin Luo suddenly realized.

Fei Lang nodded sadly......

......

In the dungeon of the City Lord's Mansion, Wen Changyu, who was disheveled, was locked in the largest cell, her hands, feet and neck were firmly chained by a set of large steel chains, and it was very difficult to even move.

A group of more than twenty soldiers guarded the door, led by two fourth-order squadron leaders.

Although all the medicinal powder on Wen Changyu's body was looted, and even his clothes were changed into a new set, Han Futong still didn't dare to take it lightly.

With half an hour to go before the shift change, the nerves of the two squadron leaders who had been tense finally eased a little, and they were discussing where to go to relax for a while.

There was a sudden sour smell in the cell, which made the soldiers frown, and a deputy regiment commander followed the smell to take a closer look, Wen Changyu was facing the wall and kept twisting his fat body, like an ugly giant maggot.

"Wen Changyu, what are you doing!" the deputy head of the group scolded.

Wen Changyu didn't look back, her body was still writhing, bursts of white smoke floated from her body, and the sour smell became bigger and bigger.

Just in case, the deputy commander immediately asked the soldier to open the cell door, and then drew his long sword and walked in.

"Turn me around, hurry!"

Wen Changyu let out a creepy sinister laugh, and then slowly turned around, and when she turned her body, the steel links fell to the ground one after another, making a screeching sound.

"Not good!!"

The deputy head of the regiment was horrified, and was about to cut off the opponent's head with a sword, but he already smelled a faint sweet fragrance in his nose, and the whole person immediately softened on the ground.

The dungeon was airtight, and the fragrance instantly spread outside the cell door, turning the other deputy commander and the soldiers to the ground.

Under the flickering light, Wen Changyu's clothes were already soaked, and the sweet fragrance emanated from her sweat.

And the steel chain that fell to the ground has been melted beyond recognition, which is also the result of sweat.

This is already Wen Changyu's life-saving skill at the bottom of the box, and it is the most valuable wealth obtained from the body of the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Pupil.

After poisoning the guards on the ground with sweat again, Wen Changyu finally disappeared into the vast night......

Because of the celebration held tonight, the guards in the city were not tight, and there were only one or two patrols on the street, Wen Changyu picked up some dark alleys and walked, and finally arrived at Shangjin Street at midnight.

She wrapped her round body in a black cloak that came with her guards, and stepped into the Holy See.

When a monk saw that the fat man was sneaky, he immediately shouted, "Stop, what are you doing?"

"I'm Wen Changyu, and I'm here to find the archbishop. ”

In order to avoid misunderstanding by the other party, Wen Changyu quickly lifted the hood.

"So it's you?" the monk snorted coldly after seeing the other party's appearance, "Come with me." ”

Although the other party's attitude was very polite, Wen Changyu had long been accustomed to it, although she was called a Grand Monk of the Holy See, she actually climbed up by her body, and naturally had no status in the eyes of orthodox monks.

Along the way, Wen Changyu always felt that the Holy See was different from the past, and all the monks were hurrying with their heads down, as if something big had happened.

A few minutes later, the monk led her to the study where the archbishop usually works, Wen Changyu felt even more wrong, how could Murphy, an old pervert, be so diligent, and this point was still dealing with business?

Is there really something big going on?

The monk knocked lightly on the door and said respectfully, "Your Excellency, Brother Wen asks for a meeting." ”

The monk walked away on his own, but there was no response from the door, and after a few seconds, the wooden door creaked open a crack.

The panicked Wen Changyu gently pushed open the door, and the candlelight inside was like a torch, and a figure in a white robe was sitting behind the tall desk facing her.

Wen Changyu slowly walked to the desk, his face became worse and worse, the other party's slender figure was too far from Murphy, and his skin was a little whiter and tenderer than her, he didn't look like a man at all!

"You... Who the hell are you?" Wen Changyu stammered, "Where's the archbishop?"

"I am the archbishop. Lin Luxi slowly turned around and smiled slightly, "You're here to find that old guy from Murphy?"

Wen Changyu's face was cloudy, no wonder the Holy See didn't send someone to support him, it turned out that the archbishop had actually been replaced, and looking at the tone of the other party, Murphy himself estimated that he was more than lucky......