Pei Liang made a steady and ruthless move. After pulling away his fingers, he tilted the collar of the Taoist who was carrying the green-clothed clothes slightly to prevent the clothes from being dirty with blood.

Taoist Qingyi was like a faucet that kept coming out of water. Blood flowed down from his head in a thread, looking quiet and terrifying.

There was a ferocious girl next to her, plundering her family with a calm look on her face, and she didn't even let go of her clothes on her face.

Pei Liang checked it roughly: "If there is no identification token, he should be a casual cultivator."

The casual cultivator is generally relatively shabby, but this Taoist in Qingyi is good at managing, so he has the courage to spend a lot of money.

There are not many external objects that can be safely cashed in, and most of them are kept in a storage bag with an ordinary appearance.

Pei Liang tried to reach out and found that the storage bag of the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage should not have any advanced restrictions, but even so, it was not something that Pei Liang, who had not yet drawn into his body, could open it.

I can only keep it temporarily and wait until I can explore the amount of today's spoils.

Pei Liang took off the clothes from the corpse and put them on himself. No matter how short the other person's figure felt, it was still very different from the half-grown girl.

Therefore, Pei Liang looked particularly funny at this time. The drunkard saw that she seemed to be preparing to do something, but after a moment he frowned.

I could only squat down reluctantly, blow my slender little fingernails, and use the armor as the blade and stroked the skin of the Taoist Qingyi.

Because the Taoist Qingyi was almost bleeding from his blood, and the wound was sharp and flat, like a sharp blade that could be broken through his hair, the Taoist only had a circle of light red silk on his face. If he didn't look carefully, he wouldn't even realize that it was a wound.

The drunkard squatted beside Pei Liang, as if he was watching the fun with relish.

I saw the ugly girl's technique - no, this should be called the sword technique.

As soon as he shaves, and as he uncovers, the Taoist's entire face entered her hand.

The drunkard snatched it over, turned it over and looked it carefully. It turned out that there was no blood on his skin, and it was so clean that he wanted to carefully tanned leather.

However, this skin was indeed taken from a fresh corpse.

The drunk ghost raised his eyes and glanced at Pei Liang.

What a superb technique it takes to achieve this level. Although it is not worth mentioning among monks, this girl may be better than most foundation-building monks or even golden elixir monks in terms of precision techniques and the fate of control.

"What a pity." said the drunk.

A short time of time is enough for him to understand the intelligence, courage and martial arts of the ugly girl. If she is not physically conceived and in a situation, she will definitely make some achievements everywhere.

Unexpectedly, the ugly girl said, "It's not a pity."

She looked over and said, "I like to challenge the difficulty of hell."

As he said that, he started to exercise his skills. He seemed to have a burning air at his fingertips, which could be felt by the drunkard from a distance.

This is the internal strength of ordinary people. There are many people in the world who enter the Tao by martial arts. Although they are limited by their spiritual roots and talent, their concentration and polishing over the years are difficult for most monks to reach.

The girl saw the scorching internal force pressing against the scars on her face without hesitation, and her face suddenly made a sizzling sound of being branded with a soldering iron.

The rolled wound was scalded, but it completely eliminated the possibility of restoring appearance.

The drunkard saw that the girl's face remained unchanged in such a stimulating burning pain. If it weren't for the subconscious convulsion of her calf, she even suspected that she had no consciousness.

Even though the drunkard was always casual, he was quite moved by this.

But he had a bad personality and said, "What a beautiful and beautiful bone. He had a chance to treat him, but now he has nothing to do with it."

Pei Liang opened his mouth and looked like a big pig's hoof: "A woman, it's secondary to whether she looks good or not, and the key is to be capable."

"What kind of man do you want if a rich and powerful person wants?"

The drunkard said, "Even if you can get what you want at that time, will the man you like be unwilling to be humiliated when facing him?"

Pei Liang cleaned the last wound and replied to the drunken ghost: "Isn't that more exciting?"

drunk:"……"

It seems to make some sense.

After Pei Liang cleaned the wound, he covered his face with a layer of internal force, and then he covered the Qingyi Taoist □□ on his face.

Then her body changed, and her bones extended and made a crackling sound. A moment later, a lively Taoist in Qingyi appeared in front of the drunkard again.

Pei Liang hugged the drunkard and clasped his fists: "If the master is fine, he will leave here."

Seeing that the drunkard was not stopped, Pei Liang said to the people in the cage around him: "If you want to leave, you can speak as much as you want, I can take a short walk."

Most people don’t speak, maybe she is too cruel and untrustworthy, or maybe not everyone yearns for freedom.

I just photographed the people in the cage. Most of them are not rich but noble. They are free to wander outside or make rich and stable plays. I believe everyone has different choices.

Several of them gritted their teeth and gambled on Pei Liang. Pei Liang opened their cage, put them out, and stuffed them into the cage taken by Taoist Qingyi.

He also covered it with black cloth to prohibit others from spying, and asked the brothels to help transport it out in the name of distinguished guests.

If there were no monks present, the only people in the brothel would be worth mentioning for Pei Liang.

Even if there are occasional doubts, she waved her sleeves and shook several people away, and no one dared to commit rashness in front of the "Immortal".

When she came out of the brothel, Pei Liang vaguely felt two gazes. The other party's gaze was very clever and he didn't pay much attention.

It was just confirmed that the "Taoist Qingyi" left with the goods, and then left the place.

The two of them dressed up as wealthy businessmen and followers. When they left, they naturally became followers and drove away in a carriage and carried the "rich businessmen".

The city was speechless all the way, and when I arrived in the suburbs, I finally spoke.

"Is it done?" the one outside said.

"The buyer is afraid that it's not an ordinary person, so Miss Pei's family is over." The person inside replied.

Then the two started chatting: "A noble girl from a famous family is not as good as her low-class family, and she is also sad."

"Why did the master use such sinister means to deal with Miss Pei's family?"

"Shut up, what will we do if the master tells us? Is it a waste of life to inquire randomly?"

"I'll just talk to you." The man outside muttered: "But these people are stupid and have a lot of money, and their faces are so bad that they can still sell for this price."

"I thought the master was deliberately explaining it. Could it be that Miss Pei's body really has the miraculous effect of prolonging life?"

"What a pity. Although it's a little smaller, if you and my brother enjoy it in advance, it might be of great benefit."

The two of them felt regretful, and the person outside said, "Come outside and come out, I'll go inside and take a look."

The person inside said, "Travel five miles to you."

The people outside muttered twice, but they still agreed.

The two of them didn't close their eyes since the eve of the past. At this time, sleepiness came, and the people in the car closed their eyes and took a nap.

I don’t know how long it has passed, but when I wake up, I feel comfortable all over, as if I have been sleeping for a long time.

When I picked up the curtain, a glimmer of light appeared outside.

The person in the car was shocked and hurriedly said, "Why don't you call me?"

While talking, he lifted the roller shutter, but there were no friends outside.

Their horses knew the way, but they still walked slowly without rushing, as if nothing was abnormal.

That guy might just get out of the car and go to the woods to put some water.

But the more this happens, the more panicked the people in the car are.

He shouted: "Second!Second-"

"Where the hell are you dead?"

He called out at the top of his throat and pulled out his knife vigilantly to get out of the carriage.

But as soon as his head was stretched out, a figure suddenly hung upside down from the roof of the car, facing him, and their faces were almost pressed against each other.

The person in the car was startled and fell back. He saw the dick's dumb eyes with pale face. He looked at it without any trauma, but his face was full of death.

You can know without trying it, and this is already a corpse in front of you.

The man was so scared that his heart and his scalp was numb.

At this moment, a voice came from beside him: "Why are you shouting so loudly? Isn't your accomplices here?"

The sound penetrated into the dark night, causing the man who was already very tense to get goose bumps.

He turned his head in cold sweat and saw that there was a living person in the carriage at some point.

The man was wearing the clothes of his dick and had a dick's face, looking at him with a smile.
Chapter completed!