Chapter 2175 5.621 Things Are Not Going Well

Look, look, sell yourself and gleefully count the money for the master!

Qiao Mu glanced at them.

Although everyone didn't speak, there was a lot of drama in his eyes!

snort! Miss Qiao turned her head and walked forward again.

Everyone walked along the slender, long, fog-filled trail for about half an hour, and then they saw the light in front of them.

A row of bamboo houses was hidden in the mist, and it looked as if they were in a fairyland, smoky.

Qiao Mu blinked, looked up at Mo Lian and said, "Did you think it went smoothly all the way in?"

Mo Lian nodded, "It's okay, since the other party sang the empty door and led us in, let's see how capable this Feng family is."

"Well." Qiao Mu was naturally not afraid.

Since Feng dared to catch the plant, he had to be prepared to be uprooted.

Furthermore, she was also somewhat curious about Feng's identity backstage.

What kind of identity is she in the organization of Tianyun?

Hall Master? Or higher than that?

Qiao Mu glanced at it lightly, and took out two small medicine bottles from the inner world and handed them to Fairy Ginkgo and Fairy Peony.

"Smear this on the exposed skin, so that no poisonous insects dare to approach you." It's not too tiring to open the protective cover all day long.

Opening the defensive cover also consumes spiritual energy, oh no, they are consuming holy energy!

The two quickly took it and removed the protective cover after smearing it. They looked around and saw that no poison dared to approach them, so they were relieved.

Everyone walked towards the bamboo house.

At the same time, Dun Zhu, who was tied to an interrogation post, was yelling at Feng's mother-in-law.

"Stop dreaming! Shike can't be humiliated! If I die, I won't tell you who I am."

It's really a tiger falling and Pingyang being bullied by a dog!

Thinking of his dignified cultivation of the Immortal Venerable Realm, he was forced to be suppressed in the small body of Geng Pengcheng, a spiritual realm.

woo woo woo...

If he wants to regain his previous cultivation, he has to continue to practice.

The problem is that he has time to practice. Although he has been practicing hard, but Geng Pengcheng's physical aptitude is limited.

The more he thought about it, the more pitiful he felt, and he wanted to cry.

Feng Shi stood in front of Dun Zhu with a dark face. Seeing that he was about to cry again, he couldn't help raising his hand and slapped his face with a slap, "Shut up!"

"You vicious mother-in-law!"

"Bring the whip!"

"Wow! Don't hit, don't hit, wow! Ah!" The moment the whip was pulled, Duntu let out a groaning cry and a heart-piercing scream.

"Shut up!" Feng scolded angrily, the expression on his face slightly distorted.

At this time, the door of the small claustrophobic room was pushed open.

A woman who looked like a maid hurried forward with her head lowered, and whispered to Feng Shi, "Madam, Hall Master Gong is here."

Feng shi frowned slightly and handed the whip in his hand to the maid, "Keep hitting!"

"Yes!"

She turned around and walked out, and the terrifying scream rose again.

As the door of the small claustrophobic room closed, Feng raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

Things have been bad recently.

After being discovered by her dead-hearted disciple, Huang He, her biggest secret, she tried to eradicate Huang He but failed.

What happened next was even more dramatic. She found that her husband seemed to be replaced by someone else.

The "Geng Pengcheng" in front of him is completely different from his husband in temperament and style.