Xiahou Feng did not return to his girlfriend's house, but returned to his own house.

To Chen Ping's surprise, it was not only Xiahou Feng who came, but also the female cultivator.

Chen Ping once again released the Nine Shades and Colorful Cicadas in a hidden state.

Xiahou style house.

Before Xiahou Feng entered the house, he carefully examined the spiritual power sealed in the crack of the door-

Well, there are no fluctuations.

After entering the door, he looked at a wind-listening charm arranged in the gap of the stone pillar.

There is no trace of spiritual power consumption either.

There are no anomalies in the other arrangements.

Xiahou Feng put his mind at ease.

Every once in a while, he changed his forbidden arrangements, and did not think that anyone would be able to quietly enter his house without touching any of the forbidden arrangements.

There is no such possibility.

Dozens of breaths (maybe a minute or two) later.

"Finished?" The nun asked.

"Ahem, I'm a little tired today, otherwise it wouldn't be like this." Xiahou Feng put on his robes.

Xiahou Feng got up and brewed a cup of spiritual tea, and brought another cup to the female cultivator:

"Try my spiritual tea, it tastes good."

He took a sip of his own, glanced at the direction of Chen Ping's house, took out a soundproof note, and said softly:

"The robbery operation is today."

"Since you have to do it, for the sake of it once and for all, even the clouds and begonias will be solved. Later, you and I will invite the neighbors over for a drink or two on the grounds that we are officially married, and this reason should not be doubted. Besides, under the bald head, the vigilance is more restrained, and it is absolutely foolproof."

The nun's eyes also became greedy:

"Listen to you."

Xiahou Feng pinched his fingers with a rattling sound:

"Don't worry, even if it is exposed, if I want to kill Yun Haitang and Chen Ping, I will have enough chance of winning. I have also inquired about that Yun Haitang, and she is burdened by family affairs, and her spells are not too powerful. As for Chen Ping, it's a complete additive."

"I have a lot of certainty about it."

Xiahou Feng looked at the Wan Zhi Dan in his hand.

I've only heard of the cruelty of Wan Ji Dan before, but I've never really used it, but now I can witness it with my own eyes.

Suddenly.

He was vaguely aware that a feeling of fatigue was slowly growing in his body, and a sense of fatigue hit his mind.

He shook his head..."Damn, that kind of thing really can't be done more, the body is a little weak, and the woman who sucks the marrow and drinks blood. 「

Wait a minute.

Wrong.

How is this sense of powerlessness getting stronger and stronger?

Xiahou Feng was horrified in his heart, he walked on the tip of the sword all the year round, what scene had he never seen? The first thing I thought about was whether I was poisoned?

At this moment, he heard the moans and sharp questioning voices of his female companions:

"Xiahou Feng, what have you done to me?"

Xiahou Feng suddenly turned his head and saw that his female companion, who was far inferior to him, was pale, curled up on her belly and fell to the ground, and there was not a trace of her white body, but he didn't appreciate Yaxing who glanced at him more.

… Hit!

He subconsciously jumped in the direction of the quiet room of the house, but as soon as he galloped a foot or two, he found that his spiritual power had been exhausted.

One stumbled and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Xiahou Feng was horrified in his heart, like falling into an ice cellar.

But before he could think about it, the next breath, he felt a faint pain coming from his internal organs.

On the other side, the nun was already moaning.

Vanalsander?

Xiahou Feng immediately thought of this possibility, and he subconsciously looked at the Wanxiang Pill that he was still dragging in his hand.

How can it be?

This kind of poison pill is extremely rare, is there a second person who has it?

And just when he used Wanxiangdan, the other party also used it at this moment?

It's also too coincidental.

Xiahou Feng was soaking wet, and he used all his strength to raise one arm, trying to reach for the storage bag in the cuff, where there was also a bottle of antidote pill.

I don't know if it works, but it's the only hope.

But at this moment, two tridents of spiritual power with dazzling golden light suddenly flew in from the window, and with a bang, his two arms suddenly broke and fell weakly to his sides.

Xiahou Feng gritted his teeth in pain, and through the intense golden light that blinded his eyes, he saw a monk push open the door of his house.

Walked in through the main entrance without disguise.

"Chen Ping?"

Xiahou Feng was shocked.

He has robbed the Tao many times over the years and offended many forces. At the moment of poisoning just now, he thought that it might be that these forces might have noticed his existence and retaliated. At that moment, many people came to his mind.

Only there is no Chen Ping.

He was just about to calculate Chen Ping, but he hadn't put it into action yet, and there were only two people who knew about it, how did Chen Ping know about it?

Over the years, he has been deeply involved in Chen Ping's calculations, and he is also well aware of the power of Zhuji's divine sense and hearing, so he rarely talks about Chen Ping in his house.

Occasionally, they will also play out the soundproof notes, and they will also release their own divine consciousness to interfere with the foreign divine consciousness so that the conversation can be heard.

Now it is Chen Ping who has come in.

"Why do you have a panacea?" Xiahou Feng was in a cold sweat.

Chen Ping ignored him, walked to the unclothed female cultivator first, glanced at her trembling and pleading, and asked for her life with a small sword of spiritual power on her expressionless face.

This female cultivator didn't figure it out until she died, obviously Xiahou Feng said that Chen Ping was not worried, and killing Chen Ping was like probing for something, but now she wanted her life.

"Wait."

Xiahou Feng saw Chen Ping coming over, and decisively stopped him.

Xiahou Feng didn't expect Chen Ping to be so decisive, he didn't say a word and ended up as a female cultivator, he would not be sad because of the female cultivator, but he was cold because of Chen Ping's resoluteness:

"I'll take a piece of news and buy my life."

Chen Ping was expressionless:

"You're dead, and I know what I want to know."

"No, you can't know." Xiahou Feng said with difficulty, the pain from his internal organs was gradually intensifying, and he knew that there was not much time left for him.

Without waiting for Chen Ping to speak, he continued:

"I know that many monks know how to conjure spirits, but under the conjuring of spirits, you can only ask and answer, and you may not be able to hear useful news."

This is the disadvantage of spiritualism.

The Soul will answer the information you care about, and will not actively tell him what he has.

For example, if you ask it where the spirit stone is hidden, it will tell you. But if you don't ask him where his cheats are, he won't tell them.

"Tell me about it." Chen Ping said lightly.

He is not in a hurry, Xiahou Feng has lost all his spiritual power, he can sense it. Moreover, Xiahou Feng's arms were broken, and there was no threat to him.

Besides, Xiahou Feng couldn't move.

Xiahou Feng cold sweat like waterNote:

"My internal organs are rapidly decaying, you can help me take out the Antidote Pill in the storage bag first. Save my life, and I'll tell you again."

"This news is worth my life."

There is still a trace of luck in Xiahou Feng's heart, a trace of luck to survive.

Although he himself knew that this hope was very slim, vague and ethereal.

After robbing the road for several years, he thought that he had already looked down on life and death. But at this moment, he realized that it was the life and death of others that he looked down on, not his own.

I still have a strong desire to survive.

Under this desire to survive, he instinctively wanted to take out everything of value in exchange for his life.

Even if it is small, it is a straw.

Chen Ping's spell is ready to go:

"You don't have to. I'm not much interested in your message itself."

"Wait, wait, I said." Xiahou Feng scolded in his heart, but had to give in:

"Apart from me, there are others who want to rob you."

Chen Ping's heart tightened, but on the surface, he pretended to be light:

"Who?"

"Yang Qianhuan in the west of the city."

Chen Ping didn't ask any more, as long as he knew an introduction, under the conjuring spirit, he could ask anything.

The living will lie, but the dead will not.

"That's it? That's not enough for me to spare your life." Chen Ping looked at him coldly.

Sure enough, Xiahou Feng had more useful information, Xiahou Feng ignored the sweat rolling across his hideous cheeks, paused for a moment, and said:

"I have a message from the Lady of the Inner Beauty."

"That's it...?"

Chen Ping was disappointed.

I thought there was any useful news, such as where a large number of spirit stones were buried? Is there a way to break through the Great Fog Array?

I didn't think it was this thing.

Who to look down on?

Am I that kind of person?

"It seems that Chen Daoyou doesn't know the particularity of Yingluo's inner charm female cultivator. This kind of female cultivator is a special kind of physique woman in the land of Dongcang, and she is naturally extremely suitable for double cultivation. But after double cultivation, male cultivation is very suitable for being taken away. Chen Daoyou understands the stakes, right?" Xiahou Feng twisted his cheeks in pain.

Snatching?

The Land of Beauty?

This knowledge has touched Chen Ping's blind spot, and he has never heard this kind of information at all.

But he had heard of the word "Neimei" when he gave the jade pendant to Yun Haitang before.

"Who is Yingluo's inner charm?" Chen Ping said coldly.

"East of the city... The Taoist couple of cold friends... Mo Zhixi." Xiahou Feng said intermittently, and it was already a little difficult to speak. He now has no hole cards, and can only hope for that glimmer of hope.

"How do you know she's a charming body?"

「… She... Have a crescent birthmark on the buttocks,... This is the female nun of Yingluo's inner charm... 's distinctive mark."

Hearing this, Chen Ping's hand shook suddenly.

The sword in his hand couldn't help but shake a few times.

Immediately regained composure:

"She has a birthmark on her buttocks? How do you know?"

"This... No... Unimportant. The important thing is that such a female cultivator with an inner charm is said to still exist in Falling Moon City. Didn't Chen Daoyou think this was a move by the Demon Cultivator to take away their Daoist couple? This means that their Daoist companions are likely to be demon cultivators. Chen Daoyou, this news is enough to change my life, right?" Xiahou Feng's words are difficult to complete into sentences, and it seems that he is almost at the end of his life.

Chen Ping got up and nodded:

"Enough."

The news does carry weight.

If what Xiahou Feng said was true, then it was very likely that these female cultivators were already demon cultivators, or were about to be taken away by demon cultivators.

In this way, knowing their existence in advance can give you more attention. Avoiding these people is one less dangerous for yourself.

This alone is very useful.

The question is.

"You beg me to spare your life, not to save you."

Chen Ping glanced at Xiahou Feng with disdain, got up and walked to the other side, rummaging through the female cultivator's belongings.

Xiahou Feng was stunned for a moment, and immediately used his last strength to scold, but unfortunately it was useless.

"Chen Daoyou,... Please. Handful... Help me take out the detoxification pill. You can do whatever I want."

"Chen Daoyou, you... I'm in the neighborhood, I'm... Never hurt you, did it? Save... Help me."

"Chen Ping, I'm dead... Nor will I let it go... Yours!"

"Chen Ping, give... Give me a... Rejoice."

「......」

Xiahou Feng's voice slowly weakened in the gurgling, and finally came to an abrupt end.

The face is distorted and soaking wet.

He endured the pole before he died

The great pain, I didn't know what the effect of the pancellum was, and I finally experienced it before I died.

(End of chapter)