"Then?" Yan Feiying said naturally, "Then I suppressed her in the pit."
What!
Su Yu was like a cat that stepped on its tail and immediately jumped up.
Suppressed in a maokang?
Yan Feiying looked matter-of-fact: "Why are you surprised? Isn't that what my husband said? Anyone who violates me will be thrown into the pit and suppressed."
this……
The corner of Su Yu's mouth twitched, and he just remembered that after Ling Hujie's failed attempt to assault Yan Feiying, Ling Huyang vowed that all those who plotted against Yan Feiying would be suppressed in the pit to reflect.
"Linghuyang, Linghuyang, you never thought in your wildest dreams that the first person to be suppressed in the latrine was not someone else but yourself, right?" Su Yu was speechless in his heart.
Yan Feiying said suspiciously: "But it's really strange, how does that person know my name?"
Su Yu quickly interrupted her speculation and said: "Ahem, don't think about this now. Let him out. I want to interrogate him."
"What's the purpose of interrogation? Isn't it better to just suppress him until he dies?" Yan Feiying didn't understand.
The kind of stinky gangster who tried to violate her deserved to be put in a latrine for the rest of his life.
"What if he has accomplices, right?" Su Yu asked back.
Yan Feiying thought about it seriously for a while and said with deep approval: "That's right, just wait a moment."
Soon, Yan Feiying picked up a smelly man in black robe and threw it on the ground: "That's him."
Su Yu pinched his nose and said, "Ying'er, go and get the torture tools. I'll interrogate him alone for a while."
"Good husband!" Yan Feiying left without doubting that he was there.
Su Yu and Linghu Yang were the only two people left in the room.
"How does it feel to be suppressed by your own wife in a latrine?" Su Yu asked in a leisurely manner.
Linghu Yang raised his head and said, covered in filthy odor, "How about you go and have a taste?"
He said angrily: "Have you used your body enough? Give it back to me!"
Su Yu didn't get what he wanted. He waved his hand and a wave of space swept across Linghu Yang's body, sweeping away all the filth and stench from his body, leaving nothing behind.
Only with such a body would he dare to come back.
"Stop talking nonsense and let's get started. I've had enough of your neither male nor female body!" Linghu Yang stood up and stepped forward, placing his palms on Su Yu's shoulders.
Just as he was about to use soul exchange, Yan Feiying came back with many instruments of torture and said: "Husband, why did you let him get up? You also cleaned him up!"
Su Yu said seriously: "Ying'er, this person was caught in your net before and hit his head. He was a little confused and mistakenly thought he was me, so he offended you without knowing it."
Yan Feiying looked suspicious: "Isn't this excuse too far-fetched?"
She couldn't tell that this guy of unknown origin was delirious at the time.
"I have checked his soul memory, and it is indeed true. Well, I also cured him by the way." Su Yu said and winked at Linghu Yang.
The latter repeatedly clasped his fists and said, "I'm sorry, I bumped into the madam, but I really didn't mean to offend. I think normal people wouldn't have the guts to be rude to the young lady of the Soul Saint Clan."
Yan Feiying was hesitant. She felt something was strange, but she couldn't put it in words.
"Forget it, let him leave early, I don't want to see him again." Yan Feiying said displeased.
Su Yu nodded: "Okay, drive him away immediately."
Linghu Yang on the side had long been impatient and winked at Su Yu fiercely, meaning, why do you play so many scenes?
He closed his eyes and started soul exchange, preparing to quietly exchange the soul power of the two people.
But who would have thought that Su Yu suddenly paused and said, "By the way, Ying'er, I want to confess something to you. In fact, I really sold your bellyband to Wang San Mazi under the bridge."
Of course these words are false, the purpose is to deceive Yan Feiying.
What?
Yan Feiying's face turned red with embarrassment, anger arose in her heart, and she stepped forward and slapped her.
Su Yu smiled in his heart, and used soul replacement, instantly exchanging souls with Linghu Yang and returning to his own body.
Snapped--
Linghu Yang barely returned to his own body and received a slap in the face.
Before he could enjoy his wife's tenderness, he was the first to receive a slap in the face.
"Ying'er, that's not what I said!" Linghu Yang said aggrievedly, covering his red and swollen cheeks.
Huang Ying'er said angrily, "If it wasn't you, couldn't it be him?"
She is not deaf.
Linghu Yang hesitated, but he didn't dare to tell the absurd thing about soul exchange. He could only grit his teeth and glare at Su Yu.
Su Yu returned the smile and made a "tit for tat" lip language with his lips.
At first, he wanted Su Yu to be a shield so that he could slap Yan Feiying in the face.
Now, it's a return.
Su Yu smiled and cupped his hands: "You two, I won't disturb you. I'll take my leave first."
Everything went well and we could get away safely.
But at this moment, a lively group of people came outside, it was Linghujie, Linghuyun and other juniors.
They all came to congratulate him.
"Brother, we are here to celebrate you!" They brought good meat and good spiritual fruits.
Even Linghujie prepared a jug of fine wine.
Seeing how enthusiastic they were, one might have thought that their relationship was harmonious.
Linghu Yang frowned and hummed: "Why do you want them to celebrate? Drive them away!"
However, Yan Feiying suppressed her anger, regained her virtuous look, tidied up his clothes, and said, "You can't do this! As the eldest brother of this generation, you should have the bearing of an eldest brother."
"If you want to take revenge on them, you should do it at another time, not now."
As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person. They came to congratulate them openly. If Linghu Yang took action, it would be too stingy.
After all, Yan Feiying understands the world better.
"But what are they celebrating? It's inexplicable." Linghu Yang's brows were still furrowed.
Um?
Yan Feiying looked at Linghuyang suspiciously and said, "Since just now, I feel like you have become a different person."
In the past three days, Linghu Yang gave him a sense of qualitative change.
No matter his temperament or behavior, he is like another person.
But today, it suddenly changed again.
"Oh, I just feel that there is nothing to celebrate, that's nothing." Linghuyang laughed and said vaguely.
Yan Feiying's suspicion not only did not disappear, but deepened, saying: "Husband, you caught eight fish in a row and understood most of the ancestral skills in one go. Isn't that nothing?"
She didn't remember that her husband was so modest.
"What, I understand..." Linghu Yang was shocked.
When he was about to show his weakness, Su Yu put his arm on his shoulder, immediately exchanged souls, quickly took control of Linghu Yang's body again, and said: "What are these, they are just ancestral skills. I will celebrate after I have digested these ancestral skills."
It’s not too late.”
Yan Feiying's suspicion subsided a little, and she just said: "You don't have a right way to talk. You are so confused. I really don't understand how you got eight fragments of ancestral arts."
Linghu Yang behind him was extremely shocked.
Putting aside the fact that Su Yu is proficient in soul exchange, what is the ancestral art of eight souls?