Shenmu stared blankly at the witch master in front of him, and the words he said exploded in his heart like thunder.

"Is the person in front of me my real father?"

"What the hell."

Glancing at Shen Mu, the Witch Master showed a faint smile: "Being able to break through the eighth level shows that you have pretty good qualifications. Unfortunately, you didn't inherit my Witch Master bloodline. It's a small pity."

Staring at the witch master in front of him, Shen Mu had no trace of joy in his eyes.

Some are just fear of the strong and a hint of disgust and indifference.

The witch master is a very ruthless man.

Noticing the disgust in Shen Mu's eyes, the Witch Master didn't care at all.

Will the disgust of ants attract the attention of birds in the sky?

Won't.

Although he was a little surprised to have an extra daughter, that was all.

Gently flicking the pale golden snake-shaped pendant in his ear, the opponent slowly opened his green beast eyes and swam to the palm of the witch master.

Staring at the snake-shaped pendant in horror, Shen Mu only felt the light flickering in front of his eyes, his neck felt numb, and then his expression gradually became trance-like.

It's as if something has been stolen.

Subconsciously, I stretched out my hand to touch the painful area of ​​my neck and held it in front of my face for inspection. There was a slight blood stain there.

Reaching out to hold the shimmering snake-shaped pendant, the witch master closed his eyes.

Looking at the golden snake-shaped pendant, Shen Mu's eyes on the bed were full of horror.

The eighth-level desolate beast, the soul-eating worm, is a kind of desolate beast that takes pleasure in devouring souls. The high-level soul-eating worm can even erode and change the soul memory!

According to rumors, isn't this extremely evil beast already wiped out by powerful men across the continent?

Why else?

At this time, Shenmu's face turned red and white.

Being unscrupulously peering into my memory feels like I am naked and allowed to be observed.

Extremely uncomfortable.

The witch master opened his eyes, not caring about Shen Mu at all, with a faint smile on his face.

Unexpectedly, a little girl who was favored by the insect masters a hundred years ago could be pregnant with his own child.

One night stand.

This probability is like fishing a soybean in a haystack.

But what surprised the witch master was.

Shen Mu actually met the brave young man who dared to let his daughter Wu Mo work as a waiter, and the two had a close relationship.

This made him a little annoyed.

Raising his hand, he slowly patted Shenmu's head next to him, who was staring at him indifferently with pursed lips. The witch master reluctantly showed a smile: "I understand your experience. Hundreds of years of hard training underground have exhausted the Chong Master lineage.

It will reach the eighth level."

"Are you willing to recognize me as your father again?"

"Wu Mu."

"My name is not Wu Mu."

"I said your name is Wu Mu, so just call it Wu Mu. Is there any problem?" The witch master looked cold.

"I…"

A terrifying coercion rose from the body of the witch master and slowly pressed on Shen Mu, as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling.

A trace of blood flowed down the corner of Shenmu's lips. Looking at the man in front of him whose expression was getting colder, Shenmu lowered his head and nodded gently.

The witch leader Wu Shui is ruthless and unjust, and extremely domineering. This is true.

"As long as you recognize me as your father again, I can focus on training you and resolve the matter of revenge by myself."

Looking at the witch master, Shen Mu's eyes were full of struggle...

…

Thousands of mountains, foggy village.

Qin Feng sat silently on the bluestone in the courtyard. In front of him, dozens of meters long black crystals were coiled around the maple tree. The aura on his body was alternately weak and strong. The faint dragon's intimidation frightened the swift and fierce cow to the ground on all fours and did not dare to move.

Tasting the egg white fried rice in his hand, Qin Feng curled his lips and then threw it in front of Thunder Pigeon, who was sleeping soundly next to him.

Tasteless.

Not tasty.

"hiss…"

Eight white Yamata snake cubs with snake heads coiled into bows on the ground were looking at Qin Feng blankly, with confusion in their eyes.

He was going to die.

Unexpectedly, I was saved from death by the man in front of me.

Glancing at the somewhat naive Yamata no Orochi cub, Qin Feng stretched out his hand to signal him to come over.

"hiss…"

Silently swam to Qin Feng's side. The other person's body was crossed high, allowing the man to stroke his head and play with it.

"Dumb."

"When I return to Wo Feng Imperial Capital, I'll ask my young apprentice if he wants you as a pet."

Touching the chin of the albino Yamata norochi cub, Qin Feng slowly spoke.

"hiss…"

"Are you hungry? Come."

Qin Feng took out a pot of iris snake soup from the ring and placed it in front of the other party. Qin Feng fell into deep thought.

This little guy's bloodline has been extracted. At the early stage of the yellow level, he is like a useless snake. It has its own shape but is of no great use. Even the death ray that the Yamata no Orochi has innately has been wiped out.

The proper wax-like head of the silver gun looks good but not useful.

Even more miserable than the protagonist of the tragic novel in his previous life.

"hiss…"

The albino Yamata-no-Orochi clumsily untied the snake's head rolled into a bow, and happily lowered its head to taste the iris snake soup.

Eating this food makes your body feel very comfortable.

Ignore the albino Yamata-no-Orochi anymore.

Qin Feng continued to focus on the black crystal that was digesting the blood of Yamata no Orochi.

The opponent has been swallowing blood for dozens of minutes, and his body is changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The scales are getting thicker and thicker, the dark golden color is dazzling, and the dragon's body is stretching and growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just ten minutes, it has grown to a length of fifteen meters, revealing its majestic appearance.

"Sir, have some soup." Kui Zhi walked slowly over with a bowl of chicken soup, his eyes couldn't stop looking at Heijing.

"Um."

Qin Feng's lips curled up into a smile, and he stretched out his hand to pinch the waist of Tingting's walking stick.

Charming rolled her eyes at Qin Feng who took the chicken soup. Kui Zhi intentionally or unintentionally stretched out her white and tender palms to pat her chest. Suddenly, the waves were turbulent, and Qin Feng couldn't stop watching.

After coughing, Qin Feng began to sip the chicken soup intently.

It's not that Qin Feng is lustful.

Those who practice physical training have strong Qi and blood.

You often need to vent, otherwise you will be overwhelmed by excess yang energy.

After Qin Feng finished drinking the chicken soup, Kui Zhi took out several bottles of second-order spiral pills from Najie and handed them to Qin Feng with a smile and said: "Sir, these are the pills I have refined in the past few days.

“Awesome.”

Hearing this, Kui Zhi's pretty face could not help but have a touching blush, which was extremely charming.

I was praised by my husband.

"By the way, sir, after refining elixirs so many times, under the influence of your cake, I have reached the threshold of a third-level alchemist."

"It's a pity that my cultivation level can't keep up."

After straightening her clothes, Kui Zhi sat obediently next to Qin Feng, with a look of regret on her face.

"fine."

"Sir, I am the best at practicing. I will guide you tonight."

Smelling the fragrance around him, Qin Feng couldn't help but grab Kui Zhi's delicate palm and knead it.

"Um."

"Please sir tonight."

Kui Zhi lowered his head, and his voice was as sweet as honey, making people's hearts flutter.
Chapter completed!