“Feng Chen, Feng Chen, you goddam! You didn’t even come visit me when Little Masta sent me into a corner! Nor did you speak up for me! Why did I take a fancy to you ungrateful guy way back then, ahhhh!”
Feng Chen stared weirdly at that human figure inside the earthen cage.
How come Dunzhu’s words sounded so irking to his ears?
Qiao Mu knocked on that earthen cage with her petite hand. “Shut up.”
“Wuuuu, wahhh…” Dunzhu sobbed pitifully.
“The Peach Blossom Immortal is going to give you a new body! If you keep blubbering we won’t do it anymore!”
Dunzhu instantly stopped his sobs and stared at Qiao Mu with large eyes. He urged, “Little Masta, Little Masta, what kind of body are you giving me? Is he handsome? Suave? Is his skin glossy?”
Qiao Mu looked at him dumbfoundedly. “It’s behind you. Look for yourself.”
Dunzhu promptly turned around and gazed blankly at Geng Pengcheng through the water membrane barrier.
He instantly screamed, “Ah! He’s a baldhead!”
“How is he a baldhead?” Feng Chen brusquely lifted the small earthen cage from Qiao Mu’s hands. “Don’t take it if you want! But there won’t be another opportunity after this.”
Tears were streaming down Dunzhu’s cheeks. “Little Masta, Little Masta, can’t you give me a body that’s a little more good-looking? Like the crown prince with a gentle and warm exterior, or someone as bewitchingly charming as Feng Chen is fine too!”
“You’re the one who’s bewitchingly charming!” Feng Chen punched the earthen cage. “You shut up.”
“Wuwuwu.”
“Then do you want it?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Having a body was better than floating around like this!
Because Dunzhu had no other choice, he reluctantly agreed.
It was so depressing. This prefecture lord’s appearance looked like he had just turned 50! He didn’t look good at all, and the hair at his temples were balding. At a glance, he really looked like a bald vulture.
Wahhh…
In the future, he would be using this image to engage with the pugilistic world.
What should he do? He was so sad.
Feng Chen loathed to bother with this transparent little person who seemed to suffer from hyperactivity. He directly tossed the earthen cage into the air.
He grabbed Geng Pengcheng’s body and pressed his hand on the latter’s head.
Geng Pengcheng’s entire body shook. At the start, he shouted, “What are you doing?”
It then gradually turned into “Ah, Ven-Venerable One, spare my life!”
However, as that pressure intensified, Geng Pengcheng was unable to continue speaking. He felt his consciousness dull.
When he opened his eyes, he discovered in horror that his corporeal body was currently standing in front of him.
When he looked down, his own body had turned transparent and illusory.
This, this?
His soul had been snatched away?
Ahhh! How was that possible? Who exactly was this person before him?
Feng Chen merely glanced at him apathetically. With a flick of his sleeve, Geng Pengcheng’s soul instantly got sucked into Feng Chen’s palm with a swish.
“Ah, ah! No, don’t kill me, don’t kill me!”
Qiao Mu was standing next to Feng Chen. She looked coldly at Geng Pengcheng’s distraught expression with a flicker through her eyes.
This outcome right now was definitely most gratifying, but she did not feel much happiness.
It was as if past events were just fleeting clouds. Her mind seemed to be indescribably sanctified.
Three people landed inside the inner room again.
When Mo Lian heard them, he turned around and smiled at her.
“Feng Chen, Feng Chen, you goddam! You didn’t even come visit me when Little Masta sent me into a corner! Nor did you speak up for me! Why did I take a fancy to you ungrateful guy way back then, ahhhh!”
Feng Chen stared weirdly at that human figure inside the earthen cage.
How come Dunzhu’s words sounded so irking to his ears?
Qiao Mu knocked on that earthen cage with her petite hand. “Shut up.”
“Wuuuu, wahhh…” Dunzhu sobbed pitifully.
“The Peach Blossom Immortal is going to give you a new body! If you keep blubbering we won’t do it anymore!”
Dunzhu instantly stopped his sobs and stared at Qiao Mu with large eyes. He urged, “Little Masta, Little Masta, what kind of body are you giving me? Is he handsome? Suave? Is his skin glossy?”
Qiao Mu looked at him dumbfoundedly. “It’s behind you. Look for yourself.”
Dunzhu promptly turned around and gazed blankly at Geng Pengcheng through the water membrane barrier.
He instantly screamed, “Ah! He’s a baldhead!”
“How is he a baldhead?” Feng Chen brusquely lifted the small earthen cage from Qiao Mu’s hands. “Don’t take it if you want! But there won’t be another opportunity after this.”
Tears were streaming down Dunzhu’s cheeks. “Little Masta, Little Masta, can’t you give me a body that’s a little more good-looking? Like the crown prince with a gentle and warm exterior, or someone as bewitchingly charming as Feng Chen is fine too!”
“You’re the one who’s bewitchingly charming!” Feng Chen punched the earthen cage. “You shut up.”
“Wuwuwu.”
“Then do you want it?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Having a body was better than floating around like this!
Because Dunzhu had no other choice, he reluctantly agreed.
It was so depressing. This prefecture lord’s appearance looked like he had just turned 50! He didn’t look good at all, and the hair at his temples were balding. At a glance, he really looked like a bald vulture.
Wahhh…
In the future, he would be using this image to engage with the pugilistic world.
What should he do? He was so sad.
Feng Chen loathed to bother with this transparent little person who seemed to suffer from hyperactivity. He directly tossed the earthen cage into the air.
He grabbed Geng Pengcheng’s body and pressed his hand on the latter’s head.
Geng Pengcheng’s entire body shook. At the start, he shouted, “What are you doing?”
It then gradually turned into “Ah, Ven-Venerable One, spare my life!”
However, as that pressure intensified, Geng Pengcheng was unable to continue speaking. He felt his consciousness dull.
When he opened his eyes, he discovered in horror that his corporeal body was currently standing in front of him.
When he looked down, his own body had turned transparent and illusory.
This, this?
His soul had been snatched away?
Ahhh! How was that possible? Who exactly was this person before him?
Feng Chen merely glanced at him apathetically. With a flick of his sleeve, Geng Pengcheng’s soul instantly got sucked into Feng Chen’s palm with a swish.
“Ah, ah! No, don’t kill me, don’t kill me!”
Qiao Mu was standing next to Feng Chen. She looked coldly at Geng Pengcheng’s distraught expression with a flicker through her eyes.
This outcome right now was definitely most gratifying, but she did not feel much happiness.
It was as if past events were just fleeting clouds. Her mind seemed to be indescribably sanctified.
Three people landed inside the inner room again.
When Mo Lian heard them, he turned around and smiled at her.
