PFC Chapter 152 Something New
Chapter 152 Something New
Xi Lingyi was able to cultivate to the Mahayana stage and reach his current position. It is hard to say what kind of person he is, but his will is extremely firm.
She believed that she was the only one who could put an end to this abnormal carnival, and in order to set things right, she was determined to scold Zhu Jiu.
Jueya and his men could not be saved, but the others could still be saved.
"Are you all happy watching the show? Then why not take a look at the grief of the demon race? I'm sure if your ancestors were slaughtered five or six hundred years ago, you wouldn't be happy either."
"For those who think this matter has nothing to do with them, you should know that everything is interconnected."
"The Evil Emperor has slaughtered many places, and the radiation covers almost half of the Nine Netherworld. Are you really sure that you are not affected?"
"If the incident in Jialan City was an accident, then Feng Wulin's crime was witnessed by my own eyes, so it is impossible for him to be false."
Everyone: "..."
For a moment, he was furious again and started cursing, wishing he could eat his flesh and blood.
"The demon race, how pitiful are they?"
"Evil Emperor, how hateful is he?"
……
within the screen.
Cangjie and Cangwuyu were confused and bewildered by the sudden death of the strong teammate they had just established cooperation with.
But soon, the two realized from what Zhu Jiu said before he fell into a coma that this person must have faked his death?
Thinking about this person's previous series of actions, all of which were cross-level combat, and that sword move that obviously consumed a lot of energy, he suddenly felt that his guess was true.
In short, Cangjie secretly brought his only hope - the body of Zhu Jiu - back home.
Fortunately, although Feng Wu and his men were not good at other things, they were naturally good at earth escape, so they were not discovered by other monsters.
After returning to Fengwulin, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, they did not even inform their clan members.
Cang Wu Yu stroked his beard and thought deeply: "Generally speaking, if a demon plant is on the verge of death, it only needs to be planted in the soil, watered and fertilized. This human is dying, what should we do?"
After Cangjie checked for the tenth time, he said confidently: "Chief, she is not dying, she is really dead."
"What should we do? It's not like we have trees. New candles can grow from the soil."
Cang Wu Yu slapped his thigh as he spoke, "Hey, why am I worrying about this? This is your own fault. You can handle it yourself. I'm going to sleep."
"By the way, if someone outside finds this wanted criminal, don't tell me that I knew about it. It's fine if you get caught, but don't implicate me."
Cangjie: “…”
Finally, after pondering for a while, Cangjie transformed into Fengwu's original form and hung Zhujiu on the tree.
He also thoughtfully covered it with layers of green leaves to avoid being discovered by other tribesmen.
Zhu Jiu's body was hanging there, and when the wind blew, it fluttered in the wind.
Cangjie people are also good.
When the sun is out, take it out to dry in the sun. When it rains, cover it with leaves. If it is too hot, fan it. When the wind is strong, comb her hair.
Not to mention how thoughtful.
While combing her hair, she muttered to herself: "Resurrection! My 'female ghost'!"
Zhu Jiu, whose soul was always floating beside him: "..."
I can't bear to watch it! It's insulting! Morality is down! The rituals and music are broken!
The Star Lord has been laughing so hard that he has lost his mind. He sings: "Get up in the morning ~ Embrace the sun ~ The sun says good morning ~ Why are you hanging on the treetops?"
"Because of love~I won't be sad easily~"
Zhu Jiu: “…”
Okay, okay, don’t live.
In Cang Wuyu's daily mumbling after drinking, "The wind and snow have pressed me down for two or three years, and I will fall into eternal sleep once I close my eyes."
Zhu Jiu closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.
……
Cangjie's alchemy level is at least mid-level Xuan grade.
Zhu Jiu was a little surprised. It was rare to see tree demons making elixirs, because fear of fire was their nature.
After Cangjie hung Zhu Jiu, he stretched out a branch, took out the alchemy furnace, and prepared to make a foundation-building pill for himself.
There is only one Vermilion Face Grass, and if you fail, it will be gone. Although Cangjie is very confident in himself, he is still a little nervous, so much so that the golden leaves are shaking.
This caused Zhu Jiu's body to tremble as if he had epilepsy.
Zhu Jiu: “…” Keep calm, we can win!
Bian Shangcang took a few sips of wine without saying anything. His face turned red from drinking. After a drunken burp, he said, "Persistence will always lead to success. Giving up is especially easy."
The other Fengwu clan members immediately glared at the clan leader: "Clan leader, what are you talking about? Don't you hope for something good?"
One person advised Cangjie: "Tiantian, ignore him. If you don't listen to the old man, you will be comfortable for several years!"
Cangjie nodded gently to the person who encouraged him, and said in a particularly mature and steady manner, "I practice the art of alchemy day and night, and I have confidence in myself. I will not be shaken by a few words from the clan leader."
The tribesmen praised Cangjie for being young but capable of getting rid of the decadent tribe leader and taking over the position themselves.
Cangjie smiled gently and calmly, remaining steady and expressionless.
But right.
Zhu Jiu heard him whisper in his corpse's ear devoutly: "The wish of a believer: If the wind blows, it will be easy to touch and destroy."
As he spoke, he crossed two branches to make a gesture of worship, and finally stretched out a treetop and carefully pinned a paulownia flower on Zhu Jiu's temple.
Zhu Jiu: “……?”
This guy is playing with something very new.