This villain's style is crooked

Thinking that what deer tea gave him was another tool for building a house, Wen Yu was about to pretend to be weak and throw it away, but found that it was the storage bag that he had just filled with spiritual grass and a few bottles of pills.

Lu Cha smiled and said: "You are weak, take a bath with spiritual herbs every day, it will be much better."

"These high-grade pills can quickly improve your strength, and you won't be afraid of being bullied when you go out in the future."

Ever since the aura in the cultivation world has become thinner, pills and spirit herbs are extremely precious.

Each sect, even if it is a direct disciple, can only receive a small amount of middle-grade pills or spirit herbs once every hundred days.

As for the top-grade medicinal herbs, only the suzerain and the elders can enjoy them.

But now, Yan Lucha gave him all these.

Wen Yu looked at the things in his arms, and inexplicably felt that his hands were hot.

She went to see the suzerain and stole the spiritual grass again so that she would not be bullied again?

[Ding—the villain's favorability value +1. 】

"?"

Lu Cha was dumbfounded: [Everything, did you make a mistake? 】

She has been tossing around for almost a day, how could the favorability value only increase by 1 acridine?

【without. 】The system speaks boldly:

[Maybe this villain is, the old turtle swallows weights—a cruel bastard? 】

"..."

Lu Cha handed the ax to Wen Yu expressionlessly:

"Work."

Little villains don't deserve to rest!

Wen Yu's eyes darkened.

Sure enough, this woman was using him as a handyman!

After Lucha left, Wen Yu put away the elixir and the storage bag, and when he was about to work, he suddenly saw the cyan jade tablet hanging on the handle of the axe.

About the size of a palm, the words "Wan Xuanzong Wen Yu" are engraved on the front.

The reverse side is engraved with lifelike floating clouds, flowing with a faint golden luster, representing Chaoyang Peak.

It was Lucha who left it to him to prove his identity.

Thinking of those two disciples with obscene eyes, Wen Yu's dark pupils flashed a strange color of blood.

Kacha-!

A piece of wood under his feet was chopped to pieces.

-

That night.

The dark sky seemed to be splashed with boundless thick ink, blocking all the light.

Bai Zhifeng's Huisi Cliff, the two disciples, tall and short, who were punished by the second elder to kneel here, were full of complaints.

"It's all because of that trash!" The tall man complained:

"If he hadn't gone to the Treasure Pavilion and attracted the Fifth Elder, how could we have been flown like kites? Master found out that we haven't cultivated well recently!"

"But the Fifth Elder's vision is really good. That trash looks better than a woman. When the punishment is over tomorrow, we will go to Chaoyang Peak to find him." The short man smiled wretchedly:

"I haven't tried the taste of boys yet..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

The cold that spread from his heart froze every inch of his flesh and blood very quickly, causing a stinging pain.

The short man gathered his spiritual power in a panic, but found that his dantian seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't feel a trace of spiritual energy.

He seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, unable to make a sound, and his limbs became extremely stiff.

"Why don't you talk anymore?" The tall man turned his head suspiciously:

"Senior brother?"

As soon as the tall man put his hand on the short man's shoulder, a piercing chill suddenly came over him.

Frost climbed up from his fingertips at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The tall man hastily withdrew his hand and shook off the frost that had condensed on it:

"Who's playing tricks?! Come out!"

Huisiya echoed his intermittent voice, and then fell into a dull silence.

It was dark all around.

The tall man couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, and it turned into a scorching fireball, trying to illuminate it to see it clearly, but suddenly froze in place.

His whole body seemed to be wrapped in hard ice, imprisoning all his actions, only the fireball in his palm was still burning.

But the tall man can no longer mobilize his spiritual power.

Accompanied by a scalp-numbing rustling sound, the tall man saw a person walking out of the grass not far away.

The flickering flames illuminated the young man's beautiful face, flickering on and off, like a mandala blooming in the abyss, blooming in a seductive posture, but dangerous and deadly.

"You, aren't you the first level of the Qi refining stage?!"

Unbelievable tall.

The two of them who established the foundation will be trapped by a waste!

"Cultivation does not mean strength." Wen Yu smiled in a low voice, indescribably weird and gloomy.

Seeing the young man holding a rusty ax in his hanging hand, the tall man tried to gather his spiritual power again, but it still ended in failure.end in defeat.

He wanted to call for help, but suddenly he couldn't make a sound, and there was a cold pain coming from the corner of his mouth.

A crystal clear ice blade floated in front of the tall man's face, along his open mouth, and slowly scratched towards the base of the ear.

The flesh on the face was cut open, and hot blood trickled down, but it didn't melt the ice skates.

A painful moan came from the tall man's throat.

The short man kneeling on the ground couldn't see what was going on behind him, he could only hear the desperate muffled voice of his senior brother and the smell of blood coming from the wind.

The short man rolled his eyes in fear, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a shadow on the ground, one more.

And, the ax raised high.

But at this moment, the short man found himself back in action. He was so excited that he was about to run away when his body froze instantly.

Whoa-!

The ax fell hard.

The short man's head instantly turned into shards of ice flying all over the sky, and his body fell straight down.

Wen Yu, who was standing behind him and smiling wantonly, was revealed.

Seeing with his own eyes that the head of the short man who was like an ice sculpture was chopped off, the tall man's eyes widened in fear, and even the cheeks with bones exposed, forgot the pain.

Please...don't kill me...

The tall man tried to beg for mercy, but in one breath, his neck was chopped off by the axe.

Blood spurted out.

Wen Yu coughed lightly, and wiped off the blood stained on the ax blade with the tall man's corpse.

Immediately, he took out a hairpin made of emerald jade and a middle-grade spirit grass, and threw them nearby, his eyes full of malice.

I hope Master will like his "surprise".

-

The next day.

Lu Cha was sitting on a wooden chair, eating shortbread bought from the world, while looking at Wen Yu who was working opposite.

The young man was chopping wood hard, raising his hand from time to time to wipe off the sweat overflowing from his forehead, he almost swung the ax twice before taking a break.

oh~

The little villain's body is a little weak.

Lucha rummaged through Najie, wanting to see if there was any medicine that could help him, when suddenly an angry voice sounded:

"Yan Lucha, you are too deceitful!"