Strategy to Attack the System

Jiang Fu, who had arranged the people, returned to the first floor to find Han Yu who was unconscious. He rushed to convey some spiritual power for Han Yu, and asked when he slowly woke up. ---End of this Tanmei, Hong Kong and Taiwan romance www.hjw.tw)))

"What's the matter? Where are the second senior brothers and real person Qingchen?"

Han Yu quickly remembered what happened before his coma, his face changed and his voice trembled.

"Xiao Li and Xiao Li are demon cultivators, he took away the real person Qingchen"

Magic repair?

Jiang Fu was stunned, then a dignified face surged, and he turned and rushed to the room on the second floor.

Li Zhen and Yuan Chen in the room were all there, but one lying on the ground and the other lying on the table, all unconsciously unconscious.

Jiang Fu checked their condition one by one, and fed the healing potions separately. Yuan Chen slowly woke up, but Li Zhen was still unconscious.

Yuan Chen looked at the frowning Jiang Fu blankly, hugged him nervously, and asked in a low voice as if he was scared.

"Orange, where did you go? Just now, your second senior brother suddenly broke in and attacked us. My neck still hurt a bit."

Han Yu, who walked in immediately after hearing his words, looked even more ugly.

He thumped the door frame bitterly, his fist was white, and he murmured in annoyance and pain.

"Xiao Li is actually a magic repair."

He knelt down on the ground suddenly, and his shoulders couldn't stop shaking. He couldn't believe that his brother, who was still close last night, would meet him sharply.

This is like betraying yourself, and the heart-wrenching consternation almost suffocates him.

Jiang Fu walked over and helped him to the table, sighed and comforted.

"Brother, the second brother must have something unspeakable, let's find him before we talk."

There were tears in Han Yu's eyes, he closed his eyes tightly, and the water mark disappeared.

He shook his head, the usual hippie smile on his face disappeared completely, revealing the heaviness and determination that Jiang Fu had never seen before.

"I'll go to Xiaoli, and you will handle the matter here."

Jiang Fu frowned in disapproval and said.

"You are too dangerous to go by yourself, I will send a few people"

"no need."

Han Yuli stood up and looked at him, the expression on his face was light, but his firm voice was very clear.

"I will find Xiao Li."

Jiang Fu saw the unquestionable determination in his eyes. After hesitating for a while, he stopped persuading him, and after putting some spirit stone artifacts into his defense, he watched him leave the inn with concern.

Cultivation sects are clearing the mess, and the formerly powerful inn has become an embarrassing and tragic battlefield. Now that the magic repair has appeared in the inn, their plan to attack the underground palace must have been revealed, and they can only be readjusted.

All the big sects have suffered losses, and the Tiangan faction is only left with Jiang Fu, a real person. Han Yu Han Li's departure and Li Zhen's unprovoked coma have left him isolated and helpless, and felt very difficult for a while.

It was already evening after discussing with the various sects, and now the hearts of the people were distracted, and the sects had lost their inevitable gains in the demon repair at the beginning, and they all proposed to return to the sects to recuperate temporarily.

Jiang Fu persuaded them for a long time to no avail. Those cultivation sects who were frightened by the tyranny of Moxiu made it clear that they wanted to throw the mess of Moxiu to the Tiangan faction, and then retracted to become an ostrich.

Speaking of the end, Jiang Fu was tired of himself. No longer caring about those timid and fearful cultivation schools, he returned to the room with the food box.

Yuan Chen, who was sitting by the bed, looked at the direction of the door wholeheartedly, and his eyes brightened when he saw him come in.

Like a poorly-behaved puppy.

Jiang Fu smiled, and as soon as he put the food container on the table, Yuan Chen stuck his back.

Yuan Chen put his chin on his shoulders, his warm body was strong and hard, clinging tightly to him without leaving an inch, feeling wronged like a grieving woman.

"Orange, I didn't go out after listening to you, why did you come here."

Jiang Fu put the dishes in the food box on the table one by one, turned his head and kissed his face, his voice full of admiration.

"Yuan Yuan is really good."

Yuan Chen's face blushed slightly, and he moved over to grab his hand and clasped it on the table, rubbing against him, his unhappy tone was wrapped in a deep longing.

"Then you reward me, OK?"

Jiang Fu was startled, hesitantly pushed him, whispered.

"you eat first."

"If you don't want to eat, you want oranges."

Yuan Chen's warm breath sprayed into Jiang Fu's white ears, and the cheerfulness of his words was obvious.

Jiang Fu scratched his palm and asked strangely.

"How do you feel so happy?"

Yuan Chen bit his side neck, his sharp teeth seemed to pierce the thin skin at any time, swallowing every bite of sweet blood.

The joy in his chest overflowed from the corners of his lips to the corners of his eyes, his heart beating a little fast, and his throat seemed to contain a mouthful of soft clouds, which made him desperate to bite Jiang Fu's watery eyes and **** up the juice. Quench thirst.

Of course I am happy, everyone around Jiang Fu has been driven away by him, and now he is the only one left.

Only him.

Yuan Chen pestered him over and over again, his high mood was a little different from the previous day.

Jiang Fu only thought that he hadn't seen himself miss too much all day, and he happened to be busy all day with messy things, so he condoned his enthusiasm.

Tossing into the night, Jiang Fu fell asleep tired long ago, his face buried in Yuanchen’s arms was exquisite and quiet, with crystal beads of sweat on his forehead, and a few strands of long black hair on his wet temples. There was a slight blush on the greasy cheeks.

His breathing was steady and long, and he slept soundly.

Yuan Chen stared at him without turning his eyes for a long time, brushing the wet hair on his face, and then kissing his lips lovingly, whispering sweet words that he never forgot in a low voice.

"Master."

His aloft and defiant Master Qing Leng was finally dragged into the mud by him, and then crushed hard.

The chaotic black fog was thicker and larger than before, and silently enveloped Jiang Fu's whole body.

The breath of magic repair is bound to have an impact on the cultivator, and the extremely aggressive black mist naturally made Jiang Fu feel very uncomfortable. He subconsciously frowned, and the ring-shaped waterless sword placed on the table was affected. The master's call shook slightly.

Yuan Chen hugged Jiang Fu tighter, and softly comforted him while kissing him softly. After a while, Jiang Fu slowly calmed down.

The black mist completely melted into his body, and there were still some vain floating, despite this, Jiang Fu's white snow was still dazzling, clean and pure.

Yuan Chen bowed his head and left heavy hickeys on his neck, then reluctantly got up and got out of the bed. He gave Jiang Fugai the quilt to Yan Yanshi, and then quietly left the room.

The most dangerous place is the safest place. I am afraid that the cultivator has never thought about it. The real underground palace of magic repair is actually in the underground of this small town, a short distance away from them.

The underground palace is very deep, and the inside is huge and complete, and here are a group of high-strength cultivation bases in Moxiu, because the other poor aptitudes have been strangled by the cultivation.

"Little leader."

The demons on both sides saluted respectfully, and Yuan Chen walked into his palace without even looking at them.

The headed demon cultivator tried to speak but stopped him, and reported embarrassingly.

"The leader wants you to see him as soon as you come back."

The two sides of the underground palace were burning with faint fire, and the shadows covered the gloomy gloom. Yuan Chen turned his head to look at him, half of the outline was reflected by the dim firelight, and his blood-red eyes were like a blood basin in the abyss. Big mouth, full of cold violence.

He flicked his fingers indifferently, as if blowing away disgusting dust.

"roll."

In an instant, the courageous Demon Xiu seemed to be hit by a fierce force. His flying body slammed straight into the mountain wall behind him. He was embarrassed and drowned by the smashed stone, coughing and spitting out A big mouthful of sticky blood.

All Mo Xiu stiffly did not dare to speak again, silently listening to Yuan Chen's footsteps drifting away.

Yuan Chen's palace is in the second half of the underground palace. He rarely comes here, and it is strictly forbidden for anyone to enter it privately, but this time someone was waiting when he entered.

Yuan Chen glanced at the kneeling man on the ground. His snow-white robe still had traces of shabby after fighting, and it was stained with dried blood. His long hair covered his face, and only the ones hanging beside him were visible. His hands trembled slightly.

Yuan Chen crossed him and walked to the soft collapse in front of him and sat down, lazily looking at the dying real person Qingchen on the ground.

The person who was always kneeling slowly raised his head, and his pale face was astonishingly Han Li who had escaped from the inn. His hesitant voice was full of unbearable and guilt.

"Little leader, why do you want Master Qingchen to become a magic repair?"

"Ah, because I don't think he is pleasing to the eye."

Yuan Chen's palm hung over the real person Qingchen and squeezed the void, then burst his chest and directly squeezed the inner core.

He looked down at the face of Real Person Qingchen that had quickly turned pale and stiff, and revealed a happy and cruel smile.

"Everyone who is not pleasing to the eye will have to die."

Yuan Chen in front of Jiang Fu was gentle and kind, no matter when he lost his memory or after recovering his memory, but now he can easily determine the life and death of a person with advanced cultivation in the palm of his hand. The devil of the heart, fierce and violent, do whatever he wants.

Han Li stared at the real person Qingchen who didn't make any sound anymore, only feeling cold all over and cold in his heart.

At that time, when he was alone at the bottom of the mountain dealing with magic repair affairs, he was unfortunate enough, and almost blew himself into a demon. Later, in order to survive, he was reduced to magic repair. Originally, he planned to stay away from the cultivator and go to a place where no one lives. But then Yuan Chen appeared and promised to help him hide the aura of demonic cultivation and let him continue to stay in the Tiangan faction.

And Yuan Chen's request was for Han Li to become his subordinate, not to interfere, but to obey.

Han Li grew up in the Tiangan faction. He knew that he, who had become a demonic cultivator, was not worthy to stay. However, he really couldn't leave the Tiangan faction like his family and his beloved twin brother Han Yu.

He originally wanted to wait to see Han Yu again, and tell him to go away, but when he saw Han Yu running over to hug him and laugh, he suddenly couldn't say what he was stuck in his throat.

He didn't want to leave his brother.

I don't want to at all.

So in the end, he agreed to Yuan Chen's request, pretending to see the fiancé that Jiang Fu picked up for the first time, and according to Yuan Chen's request, he gave the tea made with hands and feet to Master Qingchen to drink, and Master Qingchen went into danger and slaughtered everyone. When Han Yu watched with cold eyes, he revealed his true face in Han Yu's unbelievable eyes.

Sure enough, it was exposed.

The fact that he was reduced to a magic repair would make Han Yu surprised, disgusted, or hated?

Han Li didn't dare to guess that any result would tear his heart. He would rather hold Han Yuhui to find his illusion to save him, but he was really afraid that Han Yu would be in danger.

I'm already a demon cultivator, so let's just fend for it, don't let anyone feel sad for him.

After driving the obsessive Qingchen Zhenren to the smoke, Yuan Chen put his chin on and looked at him with a sad expression, and suddenly asked thoughtfully.

"If someone says that he likes you very much, but when you change your name and face, he doesn't know you at all, and once you change back to your original identity, he will continue to say that he likes you very much."

Yuan Chen absently rubbed his knuckles, the red in his drooping eyes faintly flowed, and an unknown storm seemed to be brewing behind his plain tone.

"Then, does he like you or not?"

Yuan Chen's closeness with Jiang Fu was obvious, and Han Li didn't know that his identity was Tie Niu, Jiang Fu's internal disciple. He only thought he was asking this question on a whim.

Therefore, after hesitating for a while, he answered frankly.

"I think even if I like it, I don't like it much."

Perceiving some inexplicable chill in Yuan Chen's abrupt silence, he thought for a while and added.

"But it's also possible that the other person likes it too much, so that even if you find similar people around you, you will only think that you are unconsciously looking for the shadow of comfort from others. Perhaps it is because of this that you are even more repellent. People may be, because he is only waiting for that person, and nothing else looks like it."

When Yuan Chen's expression moved, the red light in his eyes became more and more shining, almost dazzling, but it was just a momentary brilliance, and the red quickly dimmed, until it became calm.

He shook his head and said with a low smile.

"No, he won't give affection so easily."

His self-talk was too vague. Before Han Li could hear him clearly, he heard his faint instructions.

"Go down."

Han Lili stood up, glanced hesitantly at the corpse of Real Person Qingchen turned into smoke, and then stepped back silently.