Feng Qianyan blinked, and said nonsense: "This son is from Liang Junguan!"

As soon as these words came out, Xuexue, who was standing behind, pursed his lips vigorously before he tightened his cold face. Xindao: Miss, you are here to be the gentleman of Liang Shang tonight, aren't you from Liang Junguan!

A faint smile also flashed in Xiao Yuchen's eyes.

"Oh, Liang Jun Pavilion, this city lord has never heard of it! it must be newly opened, right?" Mo Fang stroked his beard disapprenously, "I didn't expect to recruit you three thieves! It seems that for the sake of the stability of Qingcheng, I have to send people to strictly check the identities one by one!"

"Lord of the city, the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold~~" Feng Qian Yan put the flute close to his lips, smiled weirdly, and the melodious sound of the flute flowed out.

Since Feng Qianyan didn't seem to have any cultivation, Mo Fang only regarded him as an ordinary little man, and he didn't have any defenses in his heart. I also saw that the flute with the wind was indeed blowing well, and I listened to it with relish.

Half an hour later, the guards behind Mo Fang began to blur their eyes one after another, twisted their bodies, and touched their bodies with their hands.

Mo Fang finally realized that there was something wrong with the flute, and pointed to the wind: "You-"

The wind hooked the corners of his lips viciously, and Mo Fang only had time to shout out a "you", and then his eyes gradually became foggy, and he fell deeply into the sound of the flute, unable to extricate himself.

Soon, the guards were not willing to touch their bodies, and the two hugged each other and began to tear each other's clothes, making unbearable noises from their mouths.

Xiao Yuchen's eyes darkened, put away the long knife, and walked behind Feng Qianyan. Raising his hands, his palms covered Feng Qianyan's ears, and his slender fingers blocked Feng Tianyan's vision.

After another quarter of an hour, when the flute ended, Mo Fang and the guards had already huddled together and began to tear each other's middle clothes, and the whole scene was chaotic.

Xue looked at the group of people opposite in surprise, not understanding what was going on.

Xiao Yuchen knew that the wind must have added spiritual power to the sound of the flute, seeing them like this, they must have fallen into an illusion. lowered her eyes, and was slightly surprised in her heart: I didn't expect that Yan Yan would not only be able to attack sound, but also be able to create illusions! In addition to her strong spiritual power, presumably her white jade guqin was not a vulgar thing, and those who could change their form should at least be above the holy weapon.

Feng Qianyan had just put away the jade flute in his hand, and suddenly said in his heart: "Oh no!" The time limit for the change of Yanxia Feather Cloak has arrived.

Xiao Yuchen felt that his hand was loosening, and the wind was getting smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he quickly hooked his fingers, and a huge black cloak wrapped the two together. The long arm wrapped his arms around the waist of the wind and flew away.

The snow, which was looking at it with relish, sighed a little abruptly, tiptoed a little, and followed.

A quarter of an hour later, when Mo Cun and Mo Huan arrived, there was already a large circle of guards and subordinates nearby, and everyone looked at the more than twenty people in the middle with trembling. I saw that both the guards and Mo Fang were already unclothed and fragments of rags. Holding each other in twos and threes, the movements are unsightly, and the lewdness/promiscuity is unbearable.

Just when the two brothers were at a loss, Mo Fang spit out a mouthful of blood, broke the illusion, and instantly sobered up. When he saw that he was cool and his skin was bruised, another mouthful of old blood spurted out.

Mo Huan hurriedly took off his robe and ran over to put it on Mo Fang, pointed at the twenty or so guards who were still "dancing wildly", and roared angrily: "Come on!