Chapter 367 Mu Junze, wants to curse
When I first came out of Xiaoyao Dao Sect, I thought I was going out to conquer the world by myself. It was all based on self-consciousness, and I was very awesome.
But when I thought about it later, I was shocked to realize that at that time, I was armed with the two great heart sword techniques of Xiaoyao Dao Sect, Hanshuang and Thunder Dao, which were much more valuable than some heart-refining pills.
But no monk beyond the Nascent Soul Realm came to snatch it.
It turns out that there are elders protecting us from behind.
Otherwise, her mouth would have been silenced and her soul would have been extinguished long ago.
Ruan Qiao felt a little sad when he thought about it.
The faces of Ye Chuyi, Song Wenjing, Xian Qing, and Lu Pingan came to mind one by one.
For a moment, I felt that the gods on the top of the sky deserved to die.
Zhou Huaian was keenly aware of Ruan Qiao's thoughts, turned his head to look at her, and said jokingly,
"Why, do you remember the past? Do you regret robbing me of the half of the spiritual stone outside the city?"
Hearing his interruption, Ruan Qiao's thoughts returned.
The image of them being chased that day, dressed in rags and living on the streets, came to mind.
A miserable group.
But considering today, it is difficult for her not to doubt that Lu Ping'an had already arrived today.
"When you said that, I remembered it."
Ruan Qiao suddenly turned around,
"My storage bags are still in Cangwu Realm."
< br>At that time, she never thought that she would survive, so all her family wealth was left in the coffin for future use.
I didn’t take any of it on myself.
Now she is a poor girl again!
Zhou Huai'an was silent for a long time,
"Mine too."
At that time, he never thought that he would survive.
Thinking of dying with her.
Who would have thought that death would not happen.
He came to the fairy world and caused such a big deal.
This fairy world and the gods above the divine realm are not good either.
Ruan Qiao sighed softly, then waved his hand,
“Forget it, let’s go to the city and have a look!” Zhou Huaian raised his eyebrows slightly,
"Believe me, we will no longer be poor people soon!"
Cangwu Fourteen Continents, Northern Desert Gobi.
Mu Junze, who had been turned into a puppet, climbed out of the coffin expressionlessly, then closed the coffin and walked towards Tianji Pavilion carrying the coffin with one hand.
None of these two people is reliable.
That day, the spiritual veins in his body shattered. Zhou Huai'an said that he would use secret methods to save him and took him into the coffin.
But after entering, I discovered that Ruan Qiao was already lying inside.
He thought there was something wrong with his eyes.
Obviously a moment ago, Ruan Qiao was outside letting them in.
Why is there another one here?
The moment he saw Ruan Qiao, Zhou Huaian seemed to understand something, and he tore his soul apart with his bare hands and let it go.
Then, the coffin lid was closed.
Nailed to death.
But fortunately, there is a lot of space in this coffin.
The large space does not look like a coffin, but like a small world.
Zhou Huaian was stripped of his soul and his body was extremely weak.
He forced himself to refine his body, which indeed saved his life.
But the bad news is that he became his puppet.
The kind that fucking holds back!
Mu Junze thought for a while, but actually, he would rather die.
Death is better than being someone else's puppet.
But Zhou Huaian complained about his heavy burden.
The most important thing is that after he finished complaining, he fainted!
So, he guarded the two unconscious ‘people’ and took pictures of the coffin lids for several months.
Finally, let him slap it away.
But it's too late.
Because Hongmeng Secret Realm is closed.