Chapter 1917: You May Face some Bad Luck

The hall of virtuality and reality.

Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year and the store is not open.

Yang Feng climbed up from the bed and came to the backyard of the Xushi Hall.

Originally, there was no backyard in the Virtual Reality Hall. Yang Feng used his ability in the invincible field to carve out a living backyard space.

Yang Feng arranged the backyard and planted many flowers, herbs and elixirs brought from the Immortal Sky Secret Realm, as well as a tree that was only three meters high.

This tree is no ordinary tree, although it is not a tree spirit and does not have any spiritual intelligence or cultivation. However, its leaves can exude a cool scent with a hint of osmanthus fragrance.

At the same time, a pond was also built in the backyard, but there was nothing in the pond.

Yang Feng took out the rocking chair, placed it under the tree, and lay down on the rocking chair.

By the way, you can complete this month's destiny sieve first. If my luck is so good now, I will definitely be able to get a good fortune.

"System, I want to use the destiny dice." Yang Feng looked relaxed. In the past few months, Yang Feng had been lucky. This time, Yang Feng thought he would get good luck.

However, Yang Feng was not upset by this and closed his eyes and prayed. "The heavens and the earth are spirited, I must let this shopkeeper get good luck!"

When the dice stopped, Yang Feng was dumbfounded.

"Fuck!"

Yang Feng looked at the four words 'tragic' on the dice with black light in disbelief.

At this time, Yang Feng felt extremely sad in his heart. Is his luck good or bad? If you say it's not good, it will be disastrous. If you say you are lucky, it will turn out to be disastrous.

Even though Yang Feng was shaken to death, there was no other expression on his face except a hint of physical pain.

"Tell me, what is needed to offset this punishment!" Yang Feng was already prepared for heavy bleeding, after all, this would be tragic.

If you want to offset the bad luck penalty, the price will definitely be high. Yang Feng has already made plans to deduct this month's sales commission and auction share.

"Host, I'm sorry, you can't bear the punishment this time!" The system sounded a somewhat gloating voice.

Being able to see Yang Feng's unlucky appearance is one of the greatest pleasures of the system.

Moreover, Yang Feng's bad luck punishment this time is also crucial to the system. This time Yang Feng's punishment will be bad luck plus seal cultivation, and the time will be doubled than usual.

In this way, the system can leave Yang Feng's soul and come out to handle some personal matters about himself and make some arrangements.

"Why? Give me a reasonable reason!" Yang Feng's face changed drastically when he heard this. If it cannot be offset, he is fully aware of the tragic consequences.

That is really tragic! !

"The reason is very simple. The host's offset amount is full. The host needs to be punished once before it can start offset again!" The system suppressed the smile in its heart.

He couldn't wait to see Yang Feng's unlucky appearance.

Next, the system introduced Yang Feng in detail about how to offset the amount of bad luck.

There is a quantitative limit to using other costs to offset misfortune, and there is a quantitative limit to the offset of misfortune, disaster, and tragedy.

Yang Feng has already counteracted the tragedy twice. If it comes to him for the third time, he will be punished. The number of tragic offsets starts counting again.

Since we can't offset it, we can only bite the bullet and face the difficulties.

In order to show that he was fearless, Yang Feng looked unconcerned: "What kind of punishment does the shopkeeper need to receive?"

However, Yang Feng was extremely nervous in his heart, thinking that the gods and Buddhas in the sky would bless him, otherwise his punishment would be too miserable.

"Sealing the host's realm for a month, including the invincibility in the invincible field, may also lead to some bad luck!"

The system in the deepest part of Yang Feng's soul said with a half-smile, a naughty and evil expression on his face.

After hearing this, Yang Feng's expression changed instantly. If only the commission from the turnover and the share from the auction house were deducted, Yang Feng would be in pain at most.

But this possibility of facing some bad luck made Yang Feng a little scared. Thinking of being punished for the first time, his anus immediately ached.

"System, don't activate the punishment so quickly. We can discuss everything! After all, the rules are dead and we are living here!" Yang Feng can only deal with the emotion card now and pay some more to see if he can overcome some of the things he may face. Just piss off the bad luck.

In Yang Feng's opinion, this 'possibility of facing some bad luck' is a fatal punishment.

"I'm sorry host. In fact, this system would also like to discuss it, but it's a pity!" the system said sheepishly.

The system meant what he said. If Yang Feng really had to spend a lot of money to offset the possibility of facing some bad luck, he would be very happy.

After all, who can have trouble with interests?

As long as the punishment for sealing cultivation is still there, everything else doesn't matter to the system.

The system's voice fell, and the misfortune punishment was officially activated.

Seeing that it was unavoidable, Yang Feng could only bite the bullet and said: "Tsk. It's just a month. What's the big deal? I'm not going anywhere. I'm just staying in the Hall of Virtuality and Reality!"

After speaking, Yang Feng patted the armrest of the rocking chair heavily.

If it was normal, nothing would happen, but now that Yang Feng was facing a terrible misfortune, this shot was extraordinary.

"Crash!"

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The whole rocking chair fell apart, and Yang Feng fell to the ground without any defense.

"Ouch, fuck!" Yang Feng's miserable screams echoed throughout the backyard of the Real and Virtual Hall.

Fortunately, this is a relatively independent backyard space, and Mu Yi and A Yi in front can't hear Yang Feng's miserable screams. Otherwise, they would have thought that Yang Feng was raped by someone.

Taixuan Mountain.

Wei Shujun came out of the practice room where he had been in seclusion for three days, and went down Taixuan Mountain in a few flashes.

Just as he was about to go to the Wei family courtyard by Tianbo Lake in the territory of Yuanlaiyuanqu Store, he was stopped at the foot of the mountain by a group of seven people wearing black cloaks and masks.

Wei Shujun looked at the seven masked black cloaked people blocking him, and frowned slightly. These masked black cloaked people always gave him a familiar feeling.

But he couldn't remember where he had seen these masked and black-cloaked people.

"Are you Wei Shujun?" One of the masked and black-cloaked men asked.

The target of these seven masked and black-cloaked people was Wei Shujun. They had been waiting here for three days.

Their purpose was also very simple, that is, to capture Wei Shujun and use it to threaten the Xianfeng League.

Wei Shujun glanced at the seven people, and a trace of disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth. He could naturally feel that these seven people had bad intentions.

However, Wei Shujun didn't care and didn't take it to heart at all. The cultivation of these seven people was the realm of martial saints. With his current cultivation, he wouldn't even look at them.