Chapter 974: Ten Years Have Passed in a Flash [Additional Chapter 83 for the Feng Family Alliance]

Except for the two hours of rest every day, Mo Ganyun and Dong Yunyu were beaten the rest of the time!

After hiding in the room for two hours, they woke up and found that the house was surrounded by piles of feces! All kinds of feces have completely buried the house.

But they are not allowed to move!

The two of them fought hard, endured, and improved their cultivation...

Finally, Mo Ganyun remembered one day.

"Brother Dong... I finally know what you meant by that sentence at the beginning..."

Dong Yunyu had forgotten it a long time ago, and spat out shit and said: "What did you say?"

"In a place like this, cultivation progresses faster!"

Mo Ganyun said with despair: "... So it's true, it's really fast!..."

Dong Yunyu said weakly: "What, you, Brother Dong, are awesome?"

"Awesome!"

Mo Ganyun said from the bottom of his heart: "Brother Dong, this time I go out, whoever dares to say you are not awesome, I will beat him! You are so blind, how can you not be awesome if you eat shit every day without changing your face?"

Speaking of the word "shit", Dong Yunyu's sad memories were completely aroused, and he sighed and complained to the extreme : "Brother, please go out and don't mention this word to me in this life. Really, I feel that I am more awesome than Xue Wanshi."

"That's right."

Mo Ganyun said: "Xue Wanshi shit himself, but your brother Dong ate the shit of all the monsters in the entire Three-sided World! This is different!"

Dong Yunyu rushed up fiercely and started to fight: "I'm not afraid to tell you! I also ate it in the Yin and Yang World! What's the big deal! What's the big deal!"

Mo Ganyun was beaten motionlessly and didn't fight back. He closed his eyes and said: "In front of a man who is proud of eating shit, I, Mo Ganyun, deserve to be beaten..."

There was a loud bang outside. The two looked at the mountain of shit pouring down outside the window, and they were indifferent and wooden-faced.

Until a while later, a three-legged unicorn slammed the door open.

The eyes were burning, and the mouth was sticking out, the meaning was very clear.

"It's time, come out and get beaten!"

The two stood up fearlessly: "Damn it... Are we the only ones who get beaten? Are you guys okay? Come on!"

Boom boom boom...

Other people's experiences are naturally different, and everyone's cultivation is advancing by leaps and bounds.

Of course, they are not as colorful and interesting as Dong Yunyu and Mo Ganyun.

They are also not as lucky as Fang Jiaozhu.

Even most people's lives are a bit boring.

For example, the team of Xue Changqing, He Fengdi, and Yuyang, three bachelors who spend every day thinking about Feng Yun, their lives are as boring as they can be.

If it weren't for the red fox that everyone can tease from time to time, life would be almost boring.

So the red fox has now become the first treasure of the three men.

As for the others...those who don't even have a red fox, their lives are simply hard to describe.

Those who usually like quietness and are calm and peaceful are better off, while those who are impatient and irritable are almost sick from idleness.

All kinds of strange ways of entertainment have been created.

Counting ants, embroidering leaves, drinking water crazily and urinating on a tree to draw a picture...

There are also people who strip naked and run wildly in their own field.

There are also people who carry a tree weighing tens of thousands of pounds as a fishing rod and use a silk line to fish. There are people who dig mice all over the mountains and forests crazily, and run all over the mountains and forests to hunt birds...

The game of pulling out sweat hair when three people lose a bet is the most common.

Especially those who are very gambling, these people usually form a team with similar tastes and are all gamblers. Some people even lose everything from head to toe, including nose hair and the front and back of the lower body... cough, they have lost everything...

It doesn't matter if you lose everything.

The other two forced: "Use your power! Grow it out quickly and start a new round!"

It has to be said that advanced warriors are very cheap in everything they do.

On the other hand, the other two members of Xue Yihong's team never expected that the young master of the Xue family would be so good at playing. They thought he was so cold and indifferent because of his usual cold appearance.

As a result, in such a claustrophobic environment, there are all kinds of ways to kill loneliness!

"You don't understand!"

Xue Yihong looked vicissitudes: "In a place like the secret realm of the northern war zone, if you can't create something to play with yourself, you can be bored to death without being killed by the people of the only orthodox religion. That place is much narrower than our current place! It's just a fucking hole!"

"I'm still lucky. Some seniors have been guarding their luck in it for thousands of years..."

Xue Yihong sighed deeply.

The other two stood in awe.

Time flies. Since the first appearance of the God's Tomb, it seems that the whole world has become quiet. Everyone can only hear and feel the movements in their own area.

Others don't know anything.

There are also many brave people who keep moving in one direction, wanting to walk out of the edge and enter other people's territory, even if there is a battle.

But... I couldn't get out even after walking for so long!

Endless!

In the blink of an eye, another nine and a half years had passed.

It was still the same small valley, the same few pools, and still the home of Master Fang.

But it had changed.

Even every stone had become neat and tidy, the flower beds and fields had rows and ridges; even the grass on the lawn had been neatly arranged, and even grown into various shapes.

And the pavilion by the lake in the middle was already surrounded by flowers.

Clean and tidy, not even an insect.

From Fang Che's cave entrance, all the way to Yan Beihan's cave entrance, and Bi Yunyan's cave entrance, there are exquisite stone paths.

In the middle, by the lake, up the mountain, and in the pavilion, there are such paths.

It is completely like a paradise.

Early morning.

In Yan Beihan's room, Fang Che showed his head from the snow-white quilt, and one hand was still busy in the quilt.

Yan Beihan leaned in his arms, hugging him softly.

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From time to time, he moved his hand aside.

"Master Yan, I have a question for you."

Master Fang asked seriously, "May I ask if my little witch can catch up with her progress outside if she has two more small ranks?"

Yan Beihan pulled the robe tighter on his chest and said with a red face, "Yes, but when the time comes, I have no say on how your little witch will perform. After all, you can't beat her."

"Then, Master Yan, you have to say something for me when the time comes."

Master Fang frowned and said, "It's not right for my little witch to be late to serve me, right? Master Yan, you have to help me get justice. Yes. "

Yan Beihan took two breaths and said, "Speak for you... Why?"

Fang Che put both hands in and said, "Because I am loyal to Lord Yan; I have been played with all over my body by you, can Lord Yan have the heart to refuse this humble request of mine?"

Yan Beihan's face turned redder, and he tried his best to endure it, saying, "I can speak for you... But what's the benefit for me?"

Fang Che covered Lord Yan's lips with his two lips and whispered, "In order to repay Lord Yan, I will serve Lord Yan more attentively, how about it?"

I don't know how or how.

Because Lord Yan can't speak now.

After a long time, Lord Yan's starry eyes were like drunkenness, covered with a layer of mist, and begged for mercy: "Okay, okay, I will talk to the little witch when the time comes, and I will definitely fulfill Chief Fang's wish. What do you think, Mr. Fang?"

General Fang was sanctimonious, and his hands were serving Lord Yan under the quilt. He said unhappily: "But the little witch has been stretching me for so many years, and she just sent me away with a word of fulfillment? Lord Yan, as a boss, shouldn't this justice be presided over for your subordinates?"

Yan Beihan trembled and said: "Then what do you say... Bento?"

"Since the little witch has obeyed, she is a member of our Fang family. Lord Yan, don't you think so?" Fang Che asked.

"...Yes." Yan Beihan bit his lip, nodded with a red face, and his black hair gently fell on his snow-white chest.

Fang Che pushed his hair aside, inhaled it, and said: "Since she is from my family, I am the head of the Fang family, so of course I can play with her however I want."

Yan Beihan groaned, raised his head, and said with difficulty: "But... some too much request, the little witch... I am afraid will not agree."

"Then it will require more work from Lord Yan." Fang Che continued to serve attentively: "Lord Yan, in view of my subordinates serving you so wholeheartedly, please agree to help me."

Lord Yan said intermittently: "I can only... try my best..."

After that, he stopped talking, and the whole person turned into a pool of fragrant mud.

"Thank you, Lord."

Master Fang said: "To express my gratitude, I will give you a full body massage..."

"No, no, no..."

Yan Beihan lay on the bed and shook his head violently: "You should... do your business."

Forced Chief Fang out.

Fang Che had no choice but to take his leave: "Master, have a good rest. I'll go fish for you and make fish soup for you in the evening. How about that?"

Yan Beihan was buried in the quilt, and just stretched out a tender white hand and waved.

Fang Che put on his clothes very properly.

Walked out.

All the way to the lake.

Master Bi was holding a thin bamboo pole and fishing seriously.

"Mr. Fang got up so early?"

Master Bi said: "Master Yan, have you served him well?"

"How could that be? I haven't seen Master Yan this morning. I just got up and saw Master Bi fishing here, so I hurried over to serve you."

"I don't believe you!" Master Bi rolled his eyes.

Mr. Fang put his hand on Mr. Bi's shoulder, kneaded it gently, and said: "Your shoulder has been tired these days, you must take care of yourself, our Weiwuzheng Church depends on you."

Mr. Bi narrowed his eyes, obviously enjoying the kindness of his subordinates, and said lightly: "It's okay, our Weiwuzheng Church has Feng Yunyan Beihan and the Night Demon Sect Leader, all of whom are core talents, so you don't need to worry about it, Mr. Fang, the Guardian."

"But I am a little worried, Mr. Bi's waist is now thin from fatigue."