I’m Really Just A Mortal

Carefully took over the Voice of the Suppression Demon.

After Yunhe took it, he received it.

After handing over the magic sound of the town prison, the people of Moyin Valley hurriedly left.

On the way, Yu Linglong whispered: "Three Elder, your grudge with Yunhe, just forget it?"

After all, Yunhe beat the three Elders into pigs!

This breath, as the three Elders, how could it be swallowed?

Unexpectedly, San Elder said incomparably aggrieved: "Today's Yunhe, the Cultivation Base is still above me. If we don't let this matter, what else can we do?"

Yu Linglong knew that she had made a mistake, so she had to shut her mouth honestly.

Just now, the three Elder fought against Yunhe.

After World War I, Yunhe was unscathed, but San Elder was beaten into a pig head.

The difference in strength between the two is clear at a glance.

And it must be the gentleman in his mouth that caused Yunhe's Cultivation Base to soar so fast.

To be able to have such a means is certainly not an ordinary person.

It is precisely because of this that the three Elders, who have always been arrogant and arrogant, will be subdued and willingly give out the voice of the prison guard.

This kind of big man is definitely not something San Elder can afford.

At least, you also need a person like the owner of the valley to compete with one of them!

And the three Elder's offering of the Voice of the Suppressing Prison was not really seeking peace, but to delay the time and use the voice of the Suppression of Prison Suppression in exchange for their lives.

Otherwise, as Yunhe said, even San Elder himself doesn't know if he can live to see the sun tomorrow.

Live first, then talk about other things.

at night.

Yunhe looked at the sound of the prison demon in his hand, rubbing his chin, thinking for a long time.

This Prison Demon Voice is the treasure of the Demon Valley Town Sect, and it is placed in front of Yunhe's eyes, but it is a complete Babu Prison Demon Voice!

If you don't feel like it, it's fake.

"This is for your husband. If I take a peek, don't I have the suspicion of being unfaithful to my husband?"

"But just looking at it, there will be no fewer words, shouldn't it be a problem?"

Tangled for a long time.

However, Yunhe hasn't turned on the voice of the demon town for a long time.

"Wait... Moyin Valley is not a decent sect, and even to a certain extent, it is not an exaggeration to count as an evil cultivator. If it weren't as strong as humans, how would I be willing to obey them."

"This prison demons sound may be a Cultivation Technique..."

The more you think about it, the colder Yunhe's back becomes.

If this is really an evil Cultivation Technique, then if Yunhe has practiced it, I'm afraid...

Mr.'s words echoed in Yunhe's mind: "If you want to cultivate the Cultivation Technique, you must be determined, otherwise, it is impossible to guarantee that you will not be Qi Deviation, and you will even fall into Devil Dao!"

"Since ancient times, Evil Cultivator or Demon Cultivator has been good, but everyone who has cultivated to the highest level is determined to be as firm as a rock. Only this kind of person can not affect his mind."

And yourself, do you have this qualification?

Yunhe didn't dare to gamble on his lifelong Cultivation Base.

"If you have a gentleman to help me, why don't you rely on this side door, but it's a mere jail devil voice, no matter if you don't practice!"

Think of it here.

Yunhe firmly put away the voice of the demon, Lotus Position sat on the bed, and began to meditate on cultivation.

Seeing it, the sky gradually dawned.

Chu Ming got up early in Chu Ming's yard and began to move his muscles and bones in the yard.

Last night, Chu Ming was carried back by Tsing Yi and Ye Chen. Until now, his head is still dizzy.

"Wine, you should drink less in the future!"

Chu Ming didn't like this groggy feeling.

I really don't know how those ancients made a hundred poems about fighting wine. Chu Ming only drank a few sips yesterday and couldn't even pick up his pen.

Let alone writing poetry.

"Sir, shouldn't it be time to call Ye Chen over to study homework at this time?"

Tsing Yi opened the door and moved to the courtyard.

She is a cultivator, she doesn't need to sleep and cultivate all night.

Seeing her husband get up, she opened the door and came out.

Chu Ming nodded, and said, "I almost forgot about it. I'm sorry you went for a trip. I just called them. We ate breakfast together and we started."

"I'm going now."

After speaking, Tsing Yi left the yard.

As soon as Tsing Yi left forefoot, Yunhe and his son arrived at the gate of the courtyard in a blink of an eye.

"gentlemen."

Yunhe greeted Chu Ming at the door.

Chu Ming hurriedly stepped forward, invited him into the yard, and said with a smile: "You are here just right, please sit down, just in time for breakfast!"

Upon hearing this, both father and son were bright.

After the two were seated, Yunhe opened his mouth and said, "Sir, do you remember the two who provoke you before?"

"they?"

Chu Ming frowned slightly.

As soon as these two guys were mentioned, Chu Ming felt angry and asked himself for trouble over and over again.

There is not even a reason.

"What happened to them?"

Yunhe said: "They know their own faults, so they asked me to apologize for them, and I must send this thing to my husband as an apologize."

Yunhe is holding a book in his hands.

On the cover of the book is written four characters: the sound of the devil in prison.

"Do you know to apologize at this time?"

Chu Ming muttered to himself, took the book, saw the four characters in the book, and muttered: "Prison Demon Voice? Music scores? The name is really not so good."

"There is also this word, it is not as well written by the seven or eight-year-old children in the academy!"

Yunhe smiled awkwardly.

It's not that the word is badly written, but that Mr.'s vision is too high!

Chu Ming opened the transcript of the Voice of the Suppression Demon, and began to read it page by page.

At first, there was no expression on Chu Ming's face, but as he read more pages, his brows began to frown.

Yunhe beside him, seeing the change of expression on Chu Ming's face, his heart also raised his throat.

What's wrong, sir?

Could it be that there is something wrong with the voice of the prince town, sir, won’t...

Definitely impossible!

What a Cultivation Base sir, how could he be affected by the mere Cultivation Technique!

Could it be that this Cultivation Technique does not suit Mr.'s wishes?

"gentlemen?"

Chu Ming finally closed the voice of the town jail, with a little disgust in his tone: "What is this, shit doesn't make sense, take it away! There are eight errors in the first five pages, and the rhythm is messy! "

After speaking, Chu Ming threw the voice of the prison demons on the stone table casually.

Yunhe was immediately ashamed.

He thought about thousands of possibilities, but he didn't expect that the treasure of the dignified Demon Valley Town Sect was so worthless in Chu Ming's mouth.

Putting away the Voice of the Suppressing Demon again, Yunhe boldly asked, "Mister that means..."

"These two guys are so insincere to apologize!"

Yunhe knew these words, as Chu Ming thought in his heart.

The Prison Suppression Demon Voice in the Demon Sound Valley can't be seen by Mr., but if it is not even the Prison Suppression Demon Voice, then there is nothing in the entire Demon Voice Valley.

What makes Yunhe even more entangled is how to talk to San Elder about this matter.

"Sir, calm down. I will convey your words to those two as they are."

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