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Feng Feiyan was stunned for a moment, laughed and stamped her feet coquettishly: "You fool, even if I hit you, you won't hide?"

After saying that, he rushed into Chen Zhengyang's arms, broke away his arms and hugged him tightly. The tears in his eyes finally burst out and he started crying with a wow.

The surging tears wet his clothes.

Chen Zhengyang secretly wiped a cold sweat in secret, and finally made a transition safely. Fortunately, my brother was smart and knew her personality. He closed his arms and hugged her: "Fai Yan, it's my fault. If you want to blame me, you'll blame me. Don't cry..." He gently patted her back and comforted her.

"Hiss~"

Chen Mo took a breath again. The plot development was too ups and downs, right? My mother was too unprincipled, why didn't she beat her after a while? Alas, she was too soft-hearted.

Under his comfort, Feng Feiyan gradually stopped her tears. He gently took out the show handkerchief and gently wiped off the blood stains under Chen Zhengyang's nose.

"Does Feng Feiyan still hurt?" said Feng Feiyan's tender and loving numb voice, leaning her lips up and gently blew the wounds: "I'll blow it for you, it won't hurt."

"It's okay, I'm thick-skinned and thick-skinned, but it doesn't hurt." Chen Zhengyang pulled the corner of his mouth and showed an ugly smile. But a bitterness appeared in his heart. Do I dare to say it hurt? What should I do if I accidentally lit up your bad temper?

Feng Fei Yan's heart trembled, becoming more gentle as water, and was full of tenderness. He raised his arms, wrapped them around Chen Zhengyang's neck, and attached them to him intimately, feeling the warmth between them at this moment.

The turtle's eyes widened and she was happily admiring the scene. However, Chen Mo was covered in goose bumps on the side. These two people are so old that they are not so stingy in public?

Everyone around could see a scene, and everyone sighed in their hearts. As the alliance sect, everyone heard about the past of Feng Feiyan and Chen Zhengyang, they were more or less familiar with it. However, most of them were just used as some topics of entertainment after dinner. It is said that Feng Feiyan was a stupid woman. She was eagerly waiting for a dead person to come back. Even Feng Chonglei was implicated, and was ridiculed by others.

Unexpectedly, Chen Zhengyang, who everyone thought was dead, was still alive. And he just used one move to seal Zhang Zunyin...

"Fai Yan, everyone is looking at us, let's keep a low profile first." He lowered his head and approached Feng Feiyan's ear and said in a low voice. It doesn't matter to others, but his son's smile-like expression made him feel furious.

"I have been low-key for twenty years, and I don't want to keep it low-key again this time." Feng Feiyan raised her pretty face with pear blossoms, wiping her tears, turned her head, and glanced at the people around her. Her eyes turned, and she became extremely sharp, and she snorted hotly: "Have you ever seen the old "qingen" meet? Look again, I dug out your eyes one by one."

The aura suddenly became stunned, everyone was stunned, and they all turned their heads awkwardly.

Even Chen Mo's forehead was covered with cold sweat. Let me tell you, mother, do you want to be so tough?

At the same time, Chen Mo felt a keen look of yin energy. He shot at his father and mother, and looked at him with his eyes. It turned out to be his father's love rival Zheng Tianhua.

Seeing him with two big red eyes open, he looked like a sinister poisonous snake, obviously he had no good intentions.

Chen Mo snorted coldly and said to himself: "It would be fine if this guy is honest, if he dares to make any thoughts..."

I saw the old "qingen" again, hugging each other, hugging each other and hiding in a slightly hidden place, and continuing to be kind to me.

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes, glanced at the people around him, pulled the corner of his mouth, and smiled.

You have watched it for so long, so you should pay for some viewing fee?

Chen Mo bounced the turtle's head: "Brother Ba. It's time for you to appear."

Xiao Ba held his head up and his chest raised, walked out with a cat step, swung his turtle's tail.

I saw a string of golden and shiny storage ring necklaces hanging around its neck. As it moved, the storage rings slammed into a "jingle".

"Brother Ba is now a rich man, and can squeeze into the top 500 tycoons who are the ones in the list, and he is ranked 499th.

Hearing the sound, everyone's eyes "swish" sounded, and they all looked at Xiaoba in one go. The elite disciples of each sect had a slight slap in their hearts and their faces suddenly turned pale.

Looking at these local bullies, I have never seen a local tycoon with storage rings, so I was stunned?

Following Chen Mo behind Xiao Ba, he raised his eyebrows and the opening effect was good. Next, the boss, I, will make a comeback.

Chen Mo walked forward with a smile, grabbed Xiaoba's neck, and raised it high.

Xiao Ba has long been used to the unscrupulous boss' behavior. As long as the storage ring necklace is still around its neck, it will be satisfied.

Chen Mo was like a gangster who bought dog skin plaster and shouted: "Come on, take a look, take a look, take a big sale of storage rings. You must not miss it when you pass by."

Hearing Chen Mo's shouts, the elite disciples of various clans stood up all over their bodies.

These storage rings were originally their items, but now Chen Mo actually sold their items to them.

This, this... is too shameless.

Chen Mo completely ignored those sharp arrow-like eyes, carried Xiao Ba, turned around and continued to shout: "Look at the grade of these storage rings, which are exquisitely crafted, unique in shape, and large in space. They are really essential for home travel and murder and setting fire."

The disciples of various sects thought of the miserable scene in the ancient ruins of the abyss. They dared not speak out when they were angry at Chen Mo, so they could only stare at their storage ring and mourn secretly.

Only Li Shengshu, Zhao Fulong and others from the Eight Desolate Sword Sect were filled with anger.

Especially Li Shengshu, his fingers holding "Chen Ke" tightly clattered, and his murderous eyes shot at Chen Mo.

Sun Qingzhu was so angry that he staggered to the ground. He raised his trembling finger and pointed at Chen Mo, feeling desolate inside.

Chen Mo, you and your son colluded with each other. The old were unscrupulous and robbed the precious resources they brought. The young ones were shameless and ate the spiritual corpus they had obtained through hardships. Finally, they took the storage rings that the monster had taken back from their hands and shamelessly took them out and sold them.

Every piece can be written into a sad history of blood and tears.

If they hadn't reached a consensus long ago, they would never have been able to destroy the monsters in Feng Linya Cave. Instead, they would have told Chen Mo about his wedding clothes. They would have been working together to peel off Chen Mo's skin and bones to vent their hatred.

Seeing everyone's murderous intent and full of dissatisfaction, Chen Mo chuckled indifferently, fiddled in a string of storage rings, found several rings with the seal of the Eight Desolate Sword Sect, and shook them a few times.

"Senior brothers of the Eight Desolate Sword Sect, if you like it, thanks to the deep friendship of our four major sect alliances, I can give you a 20% discount. This price is much cheaper than that of Taidian Auction House..."

Before Chen Mo could finish his words, Zhao Fulong, Zhou Zihuan, and Sun Qingzhu behind Li Shengshu could not control his anger and rushed towards Chen Mo with sharp swords in his hands.

Li Shengshu stopped him as soon as he raised his foot.

Li Shengshu turned around and shook his head at the tense people behind him, and said arrogantly with disdain: "It's just a few storage rings, I don't care about the Bahuang Sword Sect."

The three of them had no choice but to endure their anger and put down their lifted feet.

Seeing the people from the Bahuang Sword Sect being desperate for face at this time, Chen Mo didn't realize that he would praise them, especially Li Shengshu, who is worthy of being the chief disciple of the Bahuang Sword Sect and has first-class forbearance.

But Nangong Bingqin is his own person, so he naturally cannot let his sister-in-law suffer a loss.

He still untied Nangong Bingqin's storage ring, stuffed a few pills and demon cores. He flicked his finger and returned the storage ring to his sister-in-law.

Nangong Bingqin picked up the storage ring and checked it. She was shocked. Not only did she have a lot of things, but she also had a lot of precious resources, including a Tianxun demon core.

Woo, my storage ring is finally back.

She is not like those disciples with good family background, and she has a deep foundation. She has finally saved up a little things. She also has some thoughts and hopes to save more good things. Next time she has the chance to return to the Great Wind Country of Qingzhou, she can help Chen Hao.

I don’t know how he is doing with my brother-in-law.

The elders of various sects finally recognized the storage rings, which came from the disciples of this sect. Each of them changed suddenly, frowned, turned around and glared fiercely at the disciples of this sect.

What's going on? Why did those storage rings go to Chen Mo's hands?

Chen Mo waved at them with a smile, deliberately holding up the storage ring necklace, swayed a few times, and shouted: "Elders, are you interested in buying a few?"

Gongsun Mo and Liu Mei both changed their faces.

Feng Xiutong's shrewd and cunning old man had long seen the trick, and his eyes were wandering around the storage ring.

I was so happy that Chen Mo could do such a brilliant thing after he was huddling the rabbit and going to the ancient ruins of the Holy Abyss. This made the sect look so magnificent.

I call you arrogant and domineering.

This kid is so powerful, promising and promising.

Chen Mo was too lazy to pay attention to this old ungrateful person and said lazily: "Since no one wants it, I'll send them to Taidian Auction House. If you need it, you can buy it."

At this time, Yuan Haocang, the chief disciple of Tianji Sect, trotted all the way.

"stop."

Chen Mo was sensitive in spirit. Suddenly, he smelled a faint stench and rushed towards him and quickly called for a stop.

Yuan Haocang stopped and stood there.

Chen Mo held back his breath and said in admiration: "Brother Cang's body has such a strong spiritual energy."

"Ah!" Yuan Haocang touched his forehead, shook his nose and sniffed. Could it be that Long Xiang still smells like now?

Then he nodded and said seriously: "In the ancient ruins of the Holy Abyss, I felt the spiritual energy of the Golden Sword Dragon at the peak of the twelfth level. I really didn't know it, and I was shocked when I heard it."

Those who didn't know looked envious. It turned out that some people in the ancient ruins of the abyss had gained benefits, unlike them who lost their wives and their soldiers.
Chapter completed!