Weird Recovery: After Signing In For Ten Years, I Went Down To Collect Demons

Hearing these words, Ye Fan's face gradually became gloomy.

Although he had always used a positive tone to test Chen Wuji before, he was actually not sure in his heart that someone could cultivate and grow up!

Throughout the history of China, there is no one who has cultivated successfully except for a man named Peng Zu who has indeed cultivated a long life and lived for 800 years.

But at that time, China was still in the Xia, Shang and Wednesday dynasties, and the chaos between heaven and earth was not as scattered and disorderly as it is now.

It is not too unusual for someone to cultivate and grow up at that time.

But this Chen Wou-ki started cultivation during the Ming Dynasty, and it was really weird that he was able to cultivate.

This is indeed beyond Ye Fan's cognition of longevity!

Seeing Ye Fan's gloomy face, Chen Wuji said with excitement: "What? Now I know I'm afraid?"

"Didn't you just be arrogant? Now give this Young Master a bit of arrogance?"

"say something!"

Chen Wuji became more and more excited as he spoke, and in the end he almost roared.

He will return to Ye Fan all the humiliation he has suffered since seeing Ye Fan!

Ye Fan still didn't speak, but just sat on the spot and frowned, seeming to be thinking about something.

The corner of Chen Wuji's mouth rose slightly, and then the front of the conversation turned: "Ye Fan, there is no grievance between you and me, as long as you hand over Liu Rumeng, I can let you go!"

"If you think my Chen family's property is not enough, I can also give you a female ghost who is more beautiful than Liu Rumeng!"

"There is only one chance. I will give you three minutes to think about it!"

Ye Fan frowned and said, "Wait a moment, I still have one question I haven't figured out!"

"Oh? What's the problem? Maybe I can help you!" Chen Wuji said very sincerely.

He had already begun to fantasize about the grand plan after getting Liu Rumeng.

Ye Fan waved his hand and said, "You don't understand! Don't disturb me!"

Chen Wuji's expression turned gloomy for an instant, and he felt as if he had been led by the nose by this kid the entire time.

"Don't try to delay time, it will not do you any good!"

"Moreover, Ben Shao's patience is also limited!"

As soon as Chen Wuji's voice fell, Ye Fan suddenly exclaimed: "It turned out to be like this! It turned out to be like this!"

"Hey! How come I didn't expect such a simple thing!"

Chen Wuji said coldly: "Enough!"

"Ye Fan! You always make yourself as if you know everything!"

"Actually you don't know anything!"

"Don't think that if you do this, others will treat you differently!"

"On the contrary! Your deliberateness will only expose your inner weakness and incompetence!"

Ye Fan looked at Chen Wuji with a stunned look and said, "There was a saying before, I never believed it!"

"But I believe it now!"

"What are you talking about?" Chen Wuji asked harshly.

But as soon as he asked, he regretted it.

This is equivalent to giving this kid another opportunity to taunt own.

Sure enough, Ye Fan slowly said, "Even a pair of underwear or a piece of toilet paper has its effect!"

"Fuck..." Chen Wuji just uttered two words and suddenly reacted, covering his own mouth.

"Ye Fan, do you want to force me to speak bad words to break my gong? Humph! How could this young man be fooled by you!"

Ye Fan shook his head and said, "You really like to think of others too badly. I just want to say, it's a pity that you are not a diplomat with your mouth!"

"What?" Chen Wuji was confused by his brain.

As soon as the voice fell, Ye Fan shouted: "Look at the eggs!"

An egg flew past Chen Wuji's door.

Chen Wuji dodged and avoided the egg thrown by Ye Fan.

He said coldly, "Huh! Do you think Young Master will hit your bottom three tricks?"

"Put away your mentally retarded and ridiculous means!"

"The patience of this Young Master is close to the limit!"

Ye Fan said with a hippie smile: "I'm not someone who wants to try cultivation for longevity, is it true that I can't kill?"

"What would happen if it was killed!"

"Can't you satisfy my curiosity?"

Chen Wuji's teeth creaked.

"Ye Fan! Don't do it again and again, challenge the Young Master's bottom line endlessly!"

"Don't forget, rabbits will bite people if they are anxious!"

He really had never seen a guy as nervous as Ye Fan.

Not only that, but he also likes to test his bottom line with all kinds of naive behaviors.

Although he knew that this was just a tentative act by Ye Fan.

But compared to Ye Fan, he is more willing to play against those powerful opponents, and he is unwilling to play a monkey with Ye Fan here!

Just when he thought Ye Fan would continue to play tricks with him, using all kinds of despicable means to force him to crack.

Ye Fan's face didn't look like a hippie smile anymore.

The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and his voice muttered with extreme confidence: "Chen Wuji, I have seen everything about you!"

"Hahahaha!" Chen Wuji heard Ye Fan's words and couldn't help laughing.

The laughter lasted for a while before it stopped. He looked at Ye Fan with extreme contempt and mocked: "Ye Fan! Don't you really think that your monkey-like performance can see through everything about this Young Master?"

"Unfortunately, I have always regarded you as an opponent who can face Diudiu a little bit!"

"Not only did you disappoint me, you were absolutely disappointed!"

"Okay! Stop playing! Stop playing!"

"Playing with a monkey is more fun than you!"

"Come out! Blood Demon!"

A drop of blood dripped from the roof of the study, leaving a scarlet mark on the ground.

A dry palm suddenly stretched out from the scarlet dots and pinched Ye Fan's neck.

Ye Fan sat there with no expression on his face, motionless, until his claws were about to pinch his neck.

A Flying Sword stood in front of Ye Fan with a thunderstorm.

"Chang!..."

In a deafening sound of metal crashing, the withered claws were repelled by the evil sword.

I saw that dry palm grabbed the table and pulled hard.

A bald head slowly emerged from the mark.

Then came the neck, body limbs...

After a while, a skinny monster nearly three meters tall came out from a mark the size of a pen tip.

During this process, Ye Fan also tried to force Blood Demon back with the Slashing Evil Sword.

But no matter how the Evil Sword attacked, Blood Demon didn't respond, as if all physical attacks were ineffective to it.

However, although the attack was frustrated.

But Ye Fan didn't have a trace of fluctuations on his face, even a look of surprise.

This irritated Chen Wuji who was on the side, and Ye Fan didn't give him even a chance to vent his anger.

He didn't even give him the chance to get addicted to his mouth!

"I hate those who pretend to be calm!"

"Blood Demon! Suck him dry!"

"Attention, don't hurt his soul!"

"I still have something to torture him!"

The withered body turned his head to look at Chen Wuji, and said with a hoarse voice, "Chen Wuji, your courage is getting bigger and bigger!"

"Dare to speak to this king in a commanding tone!"

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