When Chen Yun helped You who had woken up, Qin Luo suddenly heard a long-lost female voice in his mind: "Did you find the A-level ingredient silver fox brain? Have you activated the skill of "Ping Ding to Cut the Cow?"

Qin Luo looked back and saw the grinning little orange cat walking towards him with a beautiful nine-tailed silver fox.

The silver fox's small eyes were rumbling around. With a very high IQ, it was thinking about its plan to escape. Unfortunately, whenever it did something unusual, its fat little fleshy palm would slapped its butt without hesitation.

He can't beat him or cheat him or her, and his magic tricks have no effect on the enemy at all. As a high-level alien beast, the nine-tailed silver fox was convinced and could only surrender with his claws.

A murderous aura that made the silver fox tremble suddenly locked it firmly. Without looking at it, it must be that the owner of the kitchen knife had noticed him!

It immediately knelt on the ground subconsciously, and its whole body curled up into a ball and shivered.

"It turned out that you were the one who did it just now!" Qin Luo rolled up his sleeves and said with a bad expression, "Let the labor and capital make you a steamed fox brain, so that You can relieve your hatred."

The silver fox understood Qin Luo's words and kept kowtowing to him like a human being, with tears even falling from his eyes.

I want my uncle Luo to be pitiful, it doesn’t exist!

Qin Luo always has a heart-warming heart when facing the ingredients, not to mention that the other party is a high-level beast with bad intentions.

He grabbed its neck, and a pulling force suddenly came from the corner of his pants. He looked down and found that it was Fei Lang.

Qin Luo said in surprise: "Do you want to plead for it?"

Fei Lang shook his head quickly, stretched out a claw and patted the Yinhu's head, then patted his small breasts, making a look proud.

"I understand!" Qin Luo suddenly realized, "Do you think it is beautiful and want to be taken as a male lover?"

Fei Lang fell to the ground with a thud, and Chen Yun said with a laugh and cry: "What are you talking nonsense? Is this obviously a female fox?"

"Ahem!" Qin Luo was so embarrassed, "How did you tell me this, can you teach me?"

"This is not simple." Chen Yun grabbed Feilang's hind legs and lifted it up. "Look, it's not been four months old. Although it's still a little cat, you just need to look at its butt and you'll know that the two holes are close to the female cat."

Qin Luoqi said: "Really, let me see."

The little orange cat looked sobbing but no tears, and could only let out a few pity, allowing the male and female hostess to carefully study their butts...

"As it turns out, Feilang is not a public official!"

Qin Luo was overjoyed, then turned the silver fox in his hand over, and then looked at its butt.

A clear red color appeared on the silver fox's little face. It was also sad and angry, but now it was killed by a knife, and I was fish. Since I dared not resist, I could only endure it silently...

"Foxes are different from cats. They have to look at their belly buttons." Chen Yun smiled, "The ones with navels are male, and the other hand is female."

Qin Luo quickly applied a handful of Yinhu's smooth and shiny belly, but he really had no belly button.

"So, you just want to take it as your younger brother?" Qin Luo suddenly realized.

Fei Lang nodded in grief and anger...

...

In the dungeon of the City Lord's Mansion, Wen Changyu, with disheveled hair, was locked in the largest cell. Her hands, feet and neck were firmly clamped by a large steel chain, and it was very difficult to move.

A team of more than 20 soldiers guarded the door, and led two fourth-level squadron leaders.

Although all the medicine powder on Wen Changyu was searched and even his clothes were replaced with a new set, Han Futong still did not dare to take it lightly.

Half an hour before shift change time, the two squadron captains' tense nerves finally relaxed a little, and they were discussing where to go for a while.

A strong sour smell suddenly came from the cell, which made the soldiers frown. A deputy commander walked up to the smell and saw Wen Changyu twisting his fat body in front of the wall, like an ugly giant maggot.

"Wen Changyu, what are you doing!" the deputy commander shouted loudly.

Wen Changyu did not look back, and his body was still twisting constantly. Blows of white smoke floated from her body, and the sour smell became stronger and stronger.

Just in case, the deputy chief immediately asked the soldiers to open the prison door, then pulled out his sword and walked in.

"Turn around, hurry up!"

Wen Changyu let out a creepy and sinister laughter, and then slowly turned around. As she turned her body, steel links fell to the ground one after another, making a harsh sound.

"not good!!"

The deputy commander was shocked and was about to cut off the other party's head with a sword. A faint sweet fragrance could already be smelled from his nose, and his whole body immediately softened to the ground.

The dungeon was airtight, and the fragrance instantly spread to the outside of the prison gate, turning the medicine to the ground with another deputy commander and soldiers.

Under the bright light, Wen Changyu's clothes were already wet, and the sweet fragrance was emitted from her sweat.

The steel chains that fell to the ground had been melted out of recognition, which was also due to sweat.

This is already Wen Changyu's life-saving skill at the bottom of his box, and it is the most precious wealth obtained from the body of the Wanpodemon Eyes.

After swaying the guards on the ground again, Wen Changyu finally disappeared into the vast night...

Because the celebration was held tonight, the city was not tightly guarded, and there were only one or two patrol teams on the street. Wen Changyu picked up some dark alleys and walked through, and finally arrived at Shangjin Street at midnight.

She wore a black cloak guarding the way she was, barely wrapped her round body, and then stepped into the Holy See.

When a monk saw the fat man sneakingly, he immediately shouted and said, "Stop, what are you doing?"

"I am Wen Changyu, I'm here to find the Archbishop."

In order to avoid misunderstandings from the other party, Wen Changyu quickly lifted his hood.

"So it's you?" The monk snorted coldly after seeing the other person's appearance, "Come with me."

Although the other party's attitude was very rude, Wen Changyu had long been accustomed to it. Although she was called a great monk in the Holy See, she actually climbed up with her body. In the eyes of the orthodox monks, she naturally had no status at all.

Along the way, Wen Changyu always felt that the Holy See was different from the past. All the monks walked in a hurry with their heads down, as if something big had happened.

A few minutes later, the monk took her to the study where the Archbishop usually worked. Wen Changyu felt even more wrong now. How could Murphy, an old pervert, be diligent? This point is still dealing with business?

Is something really big happening?

The monk knocked on the door gently and said respectfully: "Master Archbishop, monk Wen is asking for a visit."

After the monk said that, he left on his own, but there was no response in the door. A few seconds later, the wooden door creaked and opened a crack.

Wen Changyu, anxious, gently pushed open the door, and the candlelight inside was like a torch, and a figure in a white robe was sitting behind the tall desk facing her.

Wen Changyu slowly walked towards the desk, her face getting worse and worse. The other party's slim figure was too far from Murphy, and her skin was a little whiter and tenderer than her, and she didn't look like a man at all!

"You...who are you?" Wen Changyu asked stutteringly, "Where is the Archbishop?"

"I am the Archbishop." Lin Luxi slowly turned around and smiled slightly, "Are you here to find that old guy Murphy?"
Chapter completed!