Stealing the Yuri Protagonist Harem

"In that case, why is it you who came back? Where is Sky Spider? What happened to her?"

Hearing this question, Night Crow also came back to his senses and said in a strange tone:

"Do you really think she can come back after she went to the north of the city to deliver the Tianluo Formation? After all, she is also the most accomplished among us in formations. How can she be left here to be lazy?"

"Well, it's fair to say I'm lazy..."

"You have done all the work. What is she doing here if you are not lazy?"

Ye Yao, who said something angrily and made his colleagues speechless, sighed inwardly.

After working together for such a long time, he naturally knows Xuan Ming's temperament. Even though he looks fancy on the outside, he is really a diligent and honest person... This problem is fine in the eyes of strangers, but it is particularly serious in the eyes of acquaintances. .

"Anyway, when she got there, Wutong replaced me... After all, I'm almost the same as you. Without a specific magical weapon, my abilities have nothing to do with the formation."

When classmate Da Zhuang heard what Ye Yao said, he wanted to scratch his head in embarrassment, but he took it back after encountering his sky-high hairstyle.

"I see……"

The two of them looked down at the competition, which seemed a bit boring from their perspective, and fell into silence.

Night Crow's eyes were not so much looking at the foundation of the competition, but rather looking at the arena that had completely absorbed all the aftermath of the battle.

To be honest, he was a little panicked when he learned about his plan to attract attention.

Thinking of the pile of dirty work he had taken on recently for some unknown reason, as if being targeted by His Majesty, Night Crow really thought that the torturous task of making a ring out of sky rock would eventually fall on him. …

But never expected that this job would be handed over to Qilin?

(It seems that I was the one who thought too much before, and His Majesty was not targeting me...)

I almost thought His Majesty found out about my secret alliance... Just be fine.

With this thought in his mind, Ye Yao glanced at the light curtain not far away with his peripheral vision.

"Tsk, let's talk about the Holy Son of the Demon Sect again. He was so quick to cause trouble. He just came back a few days ago and killed a chicken demon in Qifeng City next door... I don't know what his true strength is now. To what extent..."

Night Crow sighed when he thought that the young man who previously needed help from his six doors was now becoming more and more outrageous in the legend.

Xuan Ming on the side nodded in agreement.

"His strength is indeed extraordinary. Even if I fought with him for thousands of rounds with all my strength, I was careless and lost one move..."

"Speaking of which, His Majesty only told a few of us before, the new Jinzhang who has not yet taken office... Although I haven't seen him yet, I always feel that he is related to him."

"It shouldn't be him, right? After all, his cultivation is not the real Nascent Soul, but the Holy Son of the Demon Sect..."

"I'll just say it casually. With my eyesight, if it's really him, I'll be able to recognize him even if he's modified a little bit!"

…………

"...If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have recognized you just now."

In the room of Wangxianlou Inn, Miss Qilin looked at the young man who was slowly putting on his robe and said in a rather complicated tone.

After listening to the girl's words, Luo Wusheng, who had put on his clothes, held a blank mask in one hand, rubbed his face with the other and grinned.

"That's natural... This is the method of changing my body shape that I used from the Sword Art [Shenzi Jue] given to me by fellow Taoist Guantu in Jianzhou. It's just a pity that my coat was custom-made by my junior sister in the royal city. , I didn’t consider the ability to change at that time, so I had to take it off before it became like that to avoid damage..."

"I didn't expect Master Qilin to be so excited...did you think of something just now?"

The Holy Son of the Demon Sect spoke angrily.

In fact, the slap on his face that Miss Qilin gave him before was nothing serious.

With his magically modified version of the Buddhist Golden Body, he could resist Nascent Soul's spells even with his face, not to mention that the other party didn't really use too much force.

But being interrupted while reading the transformation text still made him a little nervous.

Fortunately, I explained it later and finally succeeded in transforming.

(So ​​we need to have more trust between people. I’m not the kind of person who strips off if we don’t agree with each other...)

And he didn’t want to take a hit from the Human King Sword or anything, so how could he seek death like that?

Miss Qilin across from her looked a little unnatural after being spoken to, but luckily she was still wearing a mask, so her expression couldn't be seen.

She was indeed a little embarrassed.

Obviously the other party just took off his coat, but he subconsciously took action.

(It’s also his fault for not clarifying this matter in advance and using such misleading words...)

(But having said that, his transformation... is indeed different. After such transformation, and then putting on the mask, no one except me may be able to recognize him.)

Thinking of the scene she just saw, Miss Qilin's eyes looked a little strange.

Then he looked away and spoke calmly.

"nothing."

Somewhat weakly, she answered someone's question. Miss Qilin didn't want to dwell on the issue, so she changed the topic: "Well... now that you are also a six-door gold medalist, it was inappropriate to call me as formally as you did just now. …”

"Oh? Then what should I call you?"

"I don't care about such small things, just do whatever you want."

Miss Qilin, who just wanted to quickly get over the previous embarrassment, answered casually.

So, Luo Wusheng looked at the girl opposite him up and down, thought very seriously, and came to a conclusion...

"Little Qilin...cough, calm down...calm down, I'm just joking."

Section 1 #Volume 1 # Chapter 397 Why is senior brother more anxious than me?

In the end, because they could not reach a consensus on the title issue, the two people in Wangxianlou Inn ended the meeting early.

Luo Wusheng thought it was nothing. After all, his goal of finding Miss Qilin this time had been achieved, and things were slowly getting on track as he expected.

He even had time to watch the boring foundation-building competition. After seeing the two Jinzhang classmates he was familiar with, he also made friends with Da Zhuangdao through sound transmission during Night Crow's flawless performance. "First acquaintance".

In addition, he happened to meet the original clerk and shopkeeper of his inn in the audience. They lived nearby. Although they had lost their jobs recently, because they were involved in the previous incident at Wangxian Tower, the Immortal Kingdom gave them a large sum of money. Compensation, so this period of time is actually a happy one.

After contacting them secretly, Luo Wusheng also decided on the future reopening of the inn.

The current Wangxianlou Inn is a good place, with a certain white-haired lolita's anti-spying spell. Maybe it will have the opportunity to become an excellent place for the forces in the royal city to exchange secret information in the future.

After solving these matters, the Holy Son of the Demon Sect returned to the Demon Weapon Pavilion...

"Senior Brother Song...is this really okay?"

"Don't worry, we all know this is your first time, but we are very experienced. It will be done soon and won't hurt you... Well, after trying it, you will definitely fall in love with this feeling."

"Then...come on..."

Bang!

The moment the gunfire rang out, Luo Wusheng finally couldn't stand it anymore, turned around and returned from the fourth floor of the Magic Weapon Pavilion to the third floor.

He was lost in thought.

(What I just saw was really a weapon refining site, not a pyramid scheme site?)

Thinking that another one of his own weapon refiners was going to lose his mind and be brainwashed into a mastermind of committing suicide, the Holy Son of the Demon Sect once again lamented the power of the pathogen.

But they still volunteered, and it was hard for me to say anything.

"Thinking about it now, I always feel that the magic weapon refining technique is really the same as evil magic..."

Especially after the evil man upstairs mastered the correct way to open it.

Well, this method of committing suicide to the point of doing whatever you want is indeed a magic method. No wonder the several weapon refiners headed by Song Zhong have entered the country faster than the young officials who indulged themselves in Hongyan Tower all day long.

Luo Wusheng was complaining in his heart, sitting on the third floor where he was the only one, but he was flipping through a book that looked strange.

"...Sure enough, apart from the extremely rough way of recording the death of the monks, there really is nothing special about this book."

As he muttered to himself, his hand turned to the next page.

What he is reading now is one of the few books that his junior sister obtained through the Holy Maiden Order, and it is also the only one he has briefly read before.

It records the strange ways of death of various monks.

Because when he was in the overlapping space of Xiaofeng Mountain in Qifeng City, the little demon girl showed him that these books might be useful, Luo Wusheng decided to face up to this pile of waste from his cheap master again... thing.

First, start by reading a book carefully.

(But no matter how you look at it, it’s all trash...)

Take the article I'm reading now as an example.

It is said that he was a talented monk who had great luck. By chance, he once obtained a severed leg from the Tribulation Crossing monk, but it was sealed in layers.

At that time, he was at the critical moment of advancing to the realm of becoming a god. Looking at the severed leg that was entangled with many complicated rules, he realized that if he could look directly at this thing beyond the seal, he might be able to directly use this as an opportunity to advance to the realm of becoming a god. .

So he exhausted all his strength and finally broke a small hole in the seal.

As the talented monk expected, the moment he looked directly into the seal, his soul was blessed. His cultivation opened the shackles, and the heavenly disaster came in an instant.

He had been prepared for a long time and had deployed many formations to resist the tribulation, and he was about to succeed in transforming into a god.

As he was going through the catastrophe, the small hole in the seal of the broken leg gradually healed... But at the most critical moment, a change occurred.

I don't know where the operation went wrong. A piece of leg hair at the level of transcending tribulation flew out from the small hole in the seal and appeared in the middle of the tribulation cloud.

"Then the aura of transcending the tribulation realm triggered a change in the celestial tribulation, causing an immortal tribulation that even the cultivators of the Transformation of Gods could not withstand. This unlucky guy died directly... This guy's mentality probably exploded on the spot, even if he survived. I guess I also have a phobia of leg hair.”

Luo Wusheng really wanted to know where the author of this book found so many materials about monks' weird ways of dying.

As far as the monk's death method is concerned, ordinary people really can't die.

With the ability to overcome the tribulation, it is difficult to imagine how many tribulation-breaking limbs can be found in the world that have not been completely destroyed by the immortal tribulation.

(The big headless Buddha statue is missing a head, but there may be a lot of secrets in it... huh?)

Not knowing what he thought of, Luo Wusheng touched his chin.

The book in his hand stayed on this page for a long time, and then he continued to turn to the next page with twinkling eyes.

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Sunset.

Before leaving the Magic Weapon Pavilion, Luo Wusheng stretched hard.

To be honest, he was really curious about how his junior sister finished reading that pile of books.

After flipping through the whole afternoon, he didn't find much useful stuff, and the more he flipped through the pages, the more sleepy he became... If he hadn't taken out the short sword to chat, play chess, and fish with Xiao Yuli when he was bored, he really couldn't bear to read on.

"That being said, there are still some useful things..."

Walking on the way home, Luo Wusheng looked at the sky, and then moved to several silent directions from time to time.

He could feel some subtle, probably concealed, breath fluctuations.

It should be that the Immortal Kingdom is still dealing with the remaining demon arrays according to the information he gave.

(If this continues, it may be possible to solve all the demon arrays in the royal city... In this way, the demon chaos should be less likely to cause problems.)

It is also more suitable for him to find a good posture to start resurrection.

Everything is still under his control.

With a slight smile on his lips, the Saint of the Demon Sect returned to his own mansion, and then went straight to his junior sister's room.

Xiao Yuli is now in a state of autism and cultivation because of the big failure of online Gobang, so don't rush to disturb that girl.

And he did have something to do with the little demon girl.

At this moment, the lights were on in the room.

At the request of his junior sister, Luo Wusheng lay on her soft thighs, feeling the touch on his head while looking at the beautiful face with his head down and his eyes reflecting his own image.

He suddenly spoke softly.

"... Junior sister, do you have a way to completely achieve this destiny fruit in a short time... well, before the end of the Human Immortal Ranking Competition, or even better before it starts?"

His hand rubbing his head paused slightly.

Looking at the serious look on his senior brother's face on his legs, a strange color flashed in Bai Xiaoyao's beautiful eyes.

Why does it feel like... my senior brother is more anxious than me?

If my senior brother knew the content of the destiny fruit, would he still say this?