Talk to The Fox (MTL) [COMPLETED]

37. Your girl is sweet.

Chu Fan grabbed his sleeve with his hand, raised his head, his face was extremely pale. Tears rolled down uncontrollably, hitting the blood butterfly in his hand.

The butterfly wings were shaken, and the scales were splashed with fine water droplets.

"Yeah." Jiang Feng sighed lightly, the cold cigarette rod slid down her chin, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Why are you crying now, I haven't done anything yet."

Chu Fan gasped with difficulty, clenching his hands extremely tightly, and said with difficulty, "Brother, what's wrong..."

"Don't be afraid." He knocked the cigarette stick on the sandalwood chair, and the crisp sound almost hit Chu Fan's heart, and said disapprovingly, "You've seen it, he can't die, can he?"

That sword-bone boy had long felt boring, and Jiang Feng wanted to ponder Ziwei's shadow on her.

Kunlun Ziwei, who was abandoned when he was a child, cultivated alone in the deep mountains, and had similar experiences to him, Jiang Feng did not understand why he was the one who won the favor of Divine Sword.

This person, who has no desires or desires, is aloof, as if he is outside the world, how can he treat a mortal who is not picky.

Jiang Feng picked up Chu Fan's chin, and felt the phalanx along her smooth neck, and muttered, "Let me try it too, what's the point."

He touched it and stretched it out, Chu Fan seemed to be soaking in cold water, his eyes were dull.

Until Jiang Feng leaned over, her black hair drifted into her collar, and wanted to put her head down for a kiss.

Chu Fan took a step back abruptly, the vines on his wrists twisted his arm, extremely hard, Jiang Feng did not expect her to attack suddenly, and was stumbled for a breath.

Just this breath is enough.

Chu Fan pulled out the Kunlun sword, the sword light reflected on her face, and called out, "Ziwei Daochang."

Kunlun was unsheathed, and the sword's body flashed brightly. He swung away the flying blade with his backhand, crooked his neck, and sneered angrily: "How long do you think it will take him to come here? I can kill you directly."

Chu Fan's arm trembled subconsciously, but it quickly calmed down. He raised his head again, and two whip vines rushed towards him.

Jiang Feng directly waved his hand and grabbed it, walking towards her head-on.

Chu Fan almost thought he was going to die.

A flame "swish" across her cheek, Li Huo opened his huge mouth and bit towards Jiang Feng, and in an instant, the whole house was filled with surging flames.

Bi Fang flew from behind her and scolded: "How can I hit twice with one trick!"

Knowing that he couldn't beat the demons, he grew bigger and lifted Chu Fan's shoulders into the air: "Run!"

The window was smashed open, and the house was in chaos. Bi Fang spread his wings as a Peng, and slammed into the forbidden barrier under Jiang Fengbu.

The dark red mist covers the top of the house like a seal.

Jiang Feng's hair was a little messy, and he patted the fire on his body. The flame went out instantly, but it also scorched some of the hem of his clothes. He was obviously very angry, and his eyes suppressed the rage.

"Bi Fangniao, plus a little monk, do you think you can escape?"

Chu Fan felt Bi Fang trembling.

"Bi Fang, don't be afraid."

Chu Fan swallowed his throat, raised the Kunlun sword in his hand, pointed at the tip of the sword, and the entire barrier was enveloped by sharp edges, "We still have a Taoist priest."

The claws on the shoulders were loose.

Jiang Fengyang stretched out his sleeves, and countless red butterflies poured out from inside, wanting to pounce again.

Chu Fan had already condensed all the mandarin flowers, covering his face to his limbs with a layer of branches as hard as jade.

At least not die, at least Bi Fang can't die.

"Jiang Feng."

Chu Fan pulled away the long sword in his hand.

The clear and jade-like voice was accompanied by a bright sword light. The vast and clear light instantly illuminated the entire sky. The red and blue lights were wrong. Jiang Feng snorted and watched as a sword was stabbed in his palm.

With a powerful move, a string of blood beads hung on the long sword and rolled to the ground.

Ziwei came from the sky, his clothes were rolling, and he was holding his sword forward, his face was extremely dark.

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In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Chu Fan and protected them behind him. The strong wind hurried, and the hem of his clothes was wrinkled like spring water.

Chu Fan fell to the ground, hugged the shrunken Bi Fang in his arms, and whispered to the Taoist priest.

Ziwei nodded, frowning slightly.

"You have three clones in total, one in Chi Yuan was destroyed, and one in Feifang was lost." He spoke calmly, without any disturbance, "You are so impatient that the last clone is going to be lost?"

Jiang Feng was most disgusted by his calm and indifferent appearance: "It's just a clone, Ziwei, if I come here as my body, maybe who will win and who will lose."

He went on to say, "Didn't you also have one tail cut off by me?"

Ziwei shook his head and replied calmly, "You dare not."

Jiang Feng suddenly looked at him with burning anger in his eyes.

And Ziwei is still shining bright and cold, his eyes are clean and distant, "I can accept the fact that I was cut off by you, but you are afraid of being sealed under the blazing abyss by me, and you dare not talk to me again. war."

Jiang Feng clenched his fist tightly and said hoarsely: "You are just, pretending not to be afraid, in vain to be a good person..."

Ziwei sighed and shook his head, "You shouldn't do this."

After he finished speaking, he condensed his true energy, flipped a Kongtong seal on his hand, and covered it directly towards Jiang Feng. Jiang Feng couldn't dodge, and his arms were bloody and gradually turned into fine butterflies.

He stared straight at Ziwei, and it only took a while for him to go from the angry look on his face to the mocking chuckle later.

While the clone dissipated, he slowly said, "Your girl Chu is quite obedient and sweet."

At the last glance, Jiang Feng only saw the sharp blade, and slashed towards his face.