Stealing the Yuri Protagonist Harem

"Your Majesty also knows about this?" Wutong's eyes under the mask were a little surprised.

"It's almost known to the whole city, how could I not know about it."

"That's right... But it's hard to change this matter. After all, Daohen ordinary soldiers are always incomparable. And I have also seen the special ordinary soldiers of the Demon Weapon Pavilion. Although they are special, they are really useless."

At this point, Wutong saw his majesty shook his head slightly.

"I don't think it's that simple."

From the words of the empress, Wutong also heard a few different meanings.

"Your Majesty is interested in the Demon Sect Saint Son?"

"I just think he is a little interesting... This is not my intention to be interested in him. I don't have that kind of feelings for those younger than me."

Wutong was a little confused. She didn't say that His Majesty was interested in the Demon Sect Saint Son.

After a little consideration, she decided not to pursue it so much, and changed her words and said:

"If your majesty cares about the result today, I can go to Night Crow to get the spy's information."

"No need... forget it, you go."

The empress finally agreed to Wutong's proposal.

Seeing the masked woman disappear from her sight, she sighed softly.

"That Demon Sect Saint is not simple..."

In fact, she has learned the result of today by her own means.

The Demon Weapon Pavilion won a great victory.

After defeating the Dao Weapon Pavilion's ordinary Dao Hen Fan Bing, it also defeated the Dao Weapon Pavilion's [Tian Yan] Dao Hen Fan Bing.

It has truly become the most famous weapon refining pavilion in the royal city.

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Inside the Dao Weapon Pavilion.

As the pavilion master, Lin Qingfeng's face was very gloomy at the moment.

After knowing that the first batch of cultivators he sent out was defeated, he immediately sent out the second batch of cultivators after understanding the situation.

The cultivation of this group of cultivators is equivalent to that of the staff of the Magic Weapon Pavilion, and the ordinary weapons they use have been changed to the most proud [Tian Yan] Dao Hen ordinary weapons of their own.

Because he got the so-called "seven steps away, the gun is fast", this time he also specifically instructed this group of cultivators to fight quickly and close the distance as soon as possible to defeat the opponent.

However, it still failed.

This time, the second half of the previous intelligence was transmitted back.

Within seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate.

Lin Qingfeng's face turned green.

Why? Why can the Magic Weapon Pavilion create such a strange ordinary weapon in such a short time? Why is the effect of the ordinary weapon so strange and powerful?

Ordinary Qi Refining cultivators cannot resist those special effects at all. Even if they barely hold on with willpower, their combat power will also decline significantly, allowing the opponent to add a few more shots.

Thinking that the Dao Weapon Pavilion will be completely surpassed by the Magic Weapon Pavilion from today, and he will become the sinner of the Dao Weapon Pavilion and be pointed at by others, Lin Qingfeng's face turned pale again.

He regretted it.

He regretted why he was blinded by lard and was determined to go against the Magic Weapon Pavilion.

Yes... Why did he go against the Magic Weapon Pavilion?

Lin Qingfeng's eyes widened.

"It's you... It's you! What did you do to me! What on earth did you do to me!"

He looked crazy, with bloodshot eyes, staring at a corner of the room.

A small piece of blood mist floated in the corner that was originally empty.

"Tsk, the effect is over like this? This [Delusion] given by the bald man is really useless."

Some sharp voices came from the blood mist.

Section 1 # Volume 1 # Chapter 51 Shu Shu, I like money the most

"You... What on earth are you!"

Lin Qingfeng gathered spiritual power in his hand, and a magic sword was held in his hand, as if he would hit the opponent with a sword as long as the blood mist moved.

But he heard another voice from the blood mist.

"Amitabha, Rat Donor, you messed up the task I gave you."

Buddhism?

Lin Qingfeng widened his eyes, not knowing whether he should chop down the sword in his hand.

"Stop talking nonsense, it's because the things you gave are too useless! Didn't you say that after using this [Delusion], the person who is hit will be full of obsessions and his mind will be affected!"

The first sharp voice spoke again, with a somewhat impatient tone: "And who would have thought that this guy is so useless, the first refining pavilion in the royal city can't even compare to the magic weapon pavilion!"

"Amitabha, this is not the fault of that little donor, even I didn't expect that he could break the previous situation in such a short time."

"Since you can't blame him, then you can't blame me, I did everything you said."

Listening to the strange voice conversation, Lin Qingfeng couldn't understand the meaning of the words at all.

But he understood that this was the culprit that put him in his current situation.

"Damn it... No matter if you are a Buddhist or something, go to hell!"

The incompetent and furious long sword chopped down with spiritual power.

But it did not cause any fluctuations.

Even after passing through the blood mist, there was no trace left on the ground.

(Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!)

In theory, the ground could not be intact after being hit by his full force, and it should even be completely shattered.

In this way, even if he is not a match for this strange blood mist, he can have a chance to call other people in the Daoqi Pavilion.

At least he can create time for himself to escape.

But the scene happening in front of him now is so unreal.

"What a noise, you should show off your little cultivation in front of me? I will suck all your blood, flesh and spiritual power dry!"

The sharp voice seemed a little angry.

The other party's words also made Lin Qingfeng's scalp tingle, and a chill rushed straight to his head.

"Amitabha, Donor Rat, it's better not to commit murder."

"Hmph, you, a subconscious, do you want to stop me from killing people? We are just a cooperative relationship with you, and although I failed this time, I have helped you once, and the consumption is not small. I haven't gone outside the city to cause trouble these days, and now I need a life to replenish the consumption."

To be killed?

Lin Qingfeng's heart was filled with unspeakable fear.

"I am not trying to stop Donor Rat, but if this person dies today, the life card will be shattered, which may alarm the Taoist sect, which is also disadvantageous to you."

"... Then just absorb half and let him hold his breath."

"Good."

The blood mist suddenly expanded.

Lin Qingfeng had no way to react, and he lost consciousness directly.

His body gradually began to dry up, and his breath gradually became weak.

After doing all this, the blood mist slowly shrank, and the sound came out from it again.

"What should I do now? Although your plan has nothing to do with me, we agreed before that even if it fails, I will not lose a cent of the reward I deserve."

"Don't worry, Rat donor. Monks don't lie. But now I have something new that I hope you can do... This is another price."

The blood mist was obviously brighter.

"As long as the price is in place, everything is fine! But I also have my own tasks to do..."

"Don't worry, Rat donor, this matter can also help you complete your tasks, and listen to me..."

After a while, the blood mist was brighter.

"This plan is very good! But you must pay the price you deserve!"

This time, the sharp voice did not get a response.

"It's time for the consciousness to dissipate..."

"But I don't think these bald heads dare to lie to me."

"Hehe... one price, two prices..."

"I, Rat, like money the most."

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Dusk.

The Magic Weapon Pavilion at this moment.

All the Magic Weapon Pavilion staff have returned here.

This strategic victory allowed Luo Wusheng to generously give his employees a half-day off.

The four young staff members were all smiling and chatting with each other in the pavilion with excitement. Even the honest old Wang, who usually didn't show much expression, was like this.

The five weapon refiners refused to give up their weapon refinement and were still busy on the fourth floor.

Luo Wusheng and others sitting on the third floor could hear voices like "cool" and "Brother, come and try this" from upstairs from time to time.

Luo Wusheng, who was in a good mood, didn't bother to care about this group of weirdos.

Everyone has the right to choose their own life, right?

Bai Xiaoyao stood beside Luo Wusheng obediently at this time, holding the popcorn given to her by her senior brother.

She was a little addicted.

Looking at such a junior sister, Luo Wusheng sighed in his heart, but suddenly remembered milk tea, a killer for girls, so he decided to make a cup for his junior sister next time.

Before that, he still owed the demon girl a black silk.

Although there may not be many opportunities for him to fight in person, after all, he is the son of the Demon Sect and his cultivation is not low. No one will provoke him for nothing. In this way, there is no rush to charge [Wu Xiang].

But thinking of the chaos that will happen in the royal city in the original plot, and thinking of the bald driver he saw before, Luo Wusheng felt that it would be right to make more preparations.

Opportunities only come to those who are prepared.

Just like this time when he defeated the Daoqi Pavilion, even if every step was incredible in the eyes of outsiders, the results of every step were within his expectations.

Thinking that the big thing he did next would spread throughout the royal city and finally reach the ears of the person in the imperial palace, he was a little excited.

This time, he will definitely meet the empress!

If there is no communication from the imperial palace in the next few days, he will follow the previous schedule.

Add some special events.

(If possible, I will have a celebration banquet tonight to get closer to the employees; tomorrow I will start making a gift for Bai Xiaoyao. I wonder what kind of seductive demon the black silk demon girl is...)

(By the way, I have worked so hard, can I go to Hongyan Tower to listen to some music to reward myself?)

Luo Wusheng thought happily.

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Bai Xiaoyao who also sensed something.

Someone is coming.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

There was only one person coming, and he still remembered this aura.