In the spirit realm, the angels and demons already knew about the existence of that Ling Feng, but as Ling Feng said, Ling Feng's brain had tampered with and forged his own memories. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although Ling Feng's brain was a little abnormal, other people's spiritual weapons were all artifacts or something, and his own spiritual weapons were actually angels and demons. But it's not so abnormal that it's not so bad, right?! Tampered with and forged his own memory.,Could it be that the plot of the harem with a beautiful girl is out of your own yy?,If so,,It's too.。 That's this world.,Is it also my own imagination?,These beautiful girls,Shiyin,Nangong Le,Thousand snow cherry,Black hair control,Lori control,School girl control.........

This is too much in line with Ling Feng's setting, and the cold queen of Shi Yin, could it be that her real body has been in a car accident, lying in the intensive care unit of a hospital with a pale face wearing an oxygen cylinder, with an oxygen tube in her mouth, and only one breath, if the oxygen tube is unplugged, then she will hang up.

No, no, the more Ling Feng thought about it, the more he dared not imagine, if this was really the case, what Ling Feng hoped was that his parents would not give up on his son, and pray not to unplug the oxygen tube, because your son is alive and well in the fantasy world here, at least more existentially than the world over there, and no one will look at himself through the eyes of a fool, which is really interesting.

Some are just partners, the affection of teachers and students, although these guys are a group of funny monkeys, or funny monkeys, shaking teachers, and black and straight tones...... The more Ling Feng thought about it, the more he felt that it was very good, and it would be good if it was really a world that he had imagined...... The world of the dead house is really good.

"Bang"

"Bang bang..."

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Triple kill.

"Little devil, you are going to die!" Ling Feng said, "Why are you beating me again, it's better to be a little angel, you guy is too uneducated, not at all! How did your parents teach you!" Ling Feng said angrily.

"You stupid thing, I haven't seen you for a few days, if it weren't for the old man who used this awakening hammer to beat you, you would have fallen into the endless abyss," the little devil said in a tone of "I! I am a high-ranking monk", and the little devil put his index finger and middle finger together in a mysterious way, and the other three fingers curled up slightly in the shape of "Amitabha Buddha". Why did the old man take you as an apprentice in the first place, what a sin! What kind of sin did I do in my last life, that I would meet such a disgraceful disciple of you, heavens! O earth! What kind of sin have I done? You have a mixed reputation! The old man's reputation has been ruined by you, a stupid disciple. The little devil said with a sigh.

"Master, uncle, I think you have watched too much of "Dream of Red Mansions"! Or some martial arts novels have turned your head into paste. Little devil, why don't you go to the Academy Awards" Ling Feng jumped up and gave the little devil a melon seed. "Hehe, you can't fight, you can't fight, you just can't fight!" The little devil kept flapping his wings to avoid Ling Feng's blows, circled around Ling Feng, and spit out his sharp tongue over and over again.

"Stop, little devil, see if I don't kill you little bastard!"

"I don't, I don't!" said the little devil.

Ling Feng was tired.

The little devil dangled in front of Ling Feng and said, "Master, are you guys pumping your head, you actually imagined that you were lying in the intensive care unit because of the source of the car, thinking that it was a fantasy world." The little devil pinched his waist with both hands, pointed his finger at Ling Feng's nose and said, "Master, do you really believe that what you have experienced is imagined by your own brain just because of the words spoken by that blackened self, so you deny your own experience with these people in front of you, Xiu, Fred, Chibon Yukaro, Shiyin, Nangong Le, and the newcomers Parker and Silica." ”

The little devil flew tired and sat on Ling Feng's head again. "Little devil, why do you always like to sit on my head, every time you are tired of flying, you sit on my head, do you use my head as a toilet!"

"You guy is really stingy, didn't you just do it!" the little devil grabbed one of Ling Feng's hair and put it in his mouth and grinded his teeth, "I see your uncle, you use my hair to grind your teeth, are you tired and crooked, I don't want to see you, let the little angel come out to see me! Hurry up!" Ling Feng said.

"Little angel, he's gone to sleep!"

"Master, I didn't sleep! Don't listen to the nonsense of this damned little devil. "The little angel also came out.

"Alright, your two spirit weapons have come out, let's give you a good thought lesson!" the little devil said, "Please leave the inconsequential personnel, now the little devil chief judge will arbitrate and adjudicate Ling Feng, a sinful demon!"

"The lights are in place!"

"Good!"

"Costume in place!"

“good！”

"Make-up in place!"

“verygood！”

The little devil directed and acted in this trial there, and the little devil's dress also changed, the trial of Ling Feng was just what Ling Feng had done, why did this little devil judge himself, but the little devil is dressed like a judge in a Hong Kong drama, and he is the kind of judge who is dressed in a black suit and has a white wig on top of his head, and the little devil still has a judgment hammer in his hand.

"Someone! Take the prisoner to the court!"

"Mighty, mighty!"

"Whoever kneels down in the hall! Whoever commits a crime, quickly invite it, if you don't invite it honestly, let you taste the taste of these 18 kinds of torture." "The little devil had a good time with the show.

"I'll kneel to your uncle! You bastard is still addicted to acting, see if I don't smoke you little bastard. Ling Fengqi's two nostrils were smoking.

"Can't smoke! can't smoke!" said the little devil, "Master, see me help you catch the little devil." The little angel flew over, took the little devil's hands, and lost behind him, and the little devil was held down to death.

Ling Feng said angrily, "You damn demon!" Ling Feng was dizzy and star-piercing, and sat in his seat, "Little devil, you guy is really too good at tossing!" Ling Feng said as he clutched his chest, looking very angry.

"Master, do you think you ......" The little devil swallowed the words he wanted to say again, as Xiu began to open his mouth to speak.

"Hey, little brother, did your spirit weapon make you angry!Haha! Little brother, look at how obedient your spirit weapon is, how do you discipline your spirit weapon?" Xiu said, "I want to learn from your eldest brother, how obedient my spirit weapon is!"

"Shut up and fix ......"

"Master, are you angry! Do you want to say with a solemn face, cultivate you bastard, no matter how bad the little devil is, it is my spiritual weapon, and it will not be your turn to Bilibili." Of course, the above plot is pure fiction of the little devil.

Ling Feng is not so good, the little devil thinks so, these two masters are really not as good as they imagined.

Ling Feng's actions shocked everyone, and Ling Feng glanced at the little devil with a wicked smile on his face.

"Xiu, say it quickly, say it quickly! How did you train your spiritual weapon? Do you want to whip your spiritual weapon with a small leather whip? Or threaten him with a kitchen knife on his neck, or ......" Ling Feng said as he stabbed his thin waist like a "water snake" with his elbow.

"I'll rely on your uncle!" I saw the little devil smash a hammer at Ling Feng, and Ling Feng fell to the ground with a "snap". "Sure enough, you can't believe it! Second master! You treat your own spiritual weapon so cruelly. The little devil puffed out his cheeks and muffled.

"Are you kidding?" Ling Feng said.

"Just kidding your sister, let you let the little leather whip and be cut ......... by a kitchen knife," the little devil said angrily.