When Jiang Chen and Yang Qianqian returned home, it was already past one o'clock in the evening.
Although Yang Qianqian's room door had been changed, she had no intention of returning to her room.
Jiang Chen took a deep breath as he walked into the room.
He closed the door and did not turn on the lights. He pulled Yang Qianqian into his arms, causing her to almost cry out.
"Could it be that Brother Chen can't help but attack me? I, a weak woman, have no strength to fight back at all. I can only "
Yang Qianqian was obediently embraced by Jiang Chen, her face slightly red.
However, Jiang Chen's mere embrace made her feel that something was wrong, and she obediently remained still.
A man and a woman stood quietly in the dark room.
The room was quiet and dark, as if everything had stopped.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The sound of a heartbeat could be heard clearly in the room. Jiang Chen's body was shining brightly in the darkness, and a faint white-gold divine light was flowing.
If Jiang Chen were to look around, he would notice abstract silhouettes on the walls.
Shua! Shua! Shua!
The shadows leapt out of the wall like wild cats. They had round heads, long necks, long bodies, and short limbs. They bared their fangs and brandished their claws as they lunged at Jiang Chen.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Metal and iron clashed, sparks flying everywhere.
Jiang Chen didn't even look at the weasels that couldn't even break his skin. He suddenly dashed to the right, grabbed his hand, and slapped it hard.
Bang!
A weasel the size of an adult wild dog appeared. It was slapped to the ground by Jiang Chen, coughing up blood.
"I can smell your stench even before I enter the door. Old bastard, you really can't forget me.”
Jiang Chen grinned, and the blood in his body surged.
The weasel on the ground was none other than the yellow weasel whose cultivation had been broken by Jiang Chen's words last night.
When Jiang Chen had returned the way he had come, the old weasel had disappeared.
He did not expect that the other party would come knocking on his door the next day.
As expected, this yellow weasel really held a grudge.
"Human, you destroyed my cultivation. This debt must be paid in blood!”
The old weasel stared at Jiang Chen with a fierce look. It opened its bloody mouth as if it wanted to swallow him whole.
"Old bastard, if I can kill you once, I can kill you countless times! I, Jiang, will remember your kindness to me. I'll leave your corpse intact later!”
Jiang Chen laughed out loud. Even though he had just gone through a battle and hadn't recovered yet, he wasn't afraid of this old yellow weasel. He threw another punch.
Boom!
The old weasel, who had just stood up, saw Jiang Chen's punch and realized that he couldn't dodge in time.
Jiang Chen's body was exhausted and his true qi was running low, but his punch still weighed a hundred thousand jin. How could a yellow weasel withstand it?
Bang!
The old weasel let out a blood-curdling scream and was sent flying backward. Jiang Chen grabbed it with his big hand and closed his five fingers together. He used his inner force to pull the weasel back. He grabbed it with both hands and then raised his knee to slam into it.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The old yellow weasel was hit by Jiang Chen's knee. Blood flowed out of his seven orifices as he wailed.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
When the weasels saw this, they lunged at Jiang Chen and Yang Qianqian. Bang bang bang! They were repelled by the true qi.
"Let me go! I beg you! Let me go!" The old yellow weasel who was being held tightly by Jiang Chen begged for mercy in human language.
It had never thought that Jiang Chen would be this strong, and it was filled with regret.
Not only had his cultivation been destroyed, but his life was now in Jiang Chen's hands.
"Don't worry, it won't hurt anymore."
Jiang Chen's expression didn't change. He pressed down hard, and with a loud bang, the old yellow-skinned man was pressed onto the ground. He raised his right hand, and his fist was covered with a white-gold divine light.
Boom!
With this punch, all the bones and organs in Old Yellow's body were shattered, and he died.
However, on the surface, the corpse was unharmed.
He, Jiang Chen, had always kept his word. If he said he would leave the corpse intact, he would do so.
Although this old yellow weasel wanted to kill him, he had given him two bags of fortune. This was a huge favor.
It was worth leaving a complete corpse.
"Squeak squeak! Squeak squeak!"
The other yellow weasels had already run to the window, trying to escape.
"Your ancestor is dead. Shouldn't you follow him?？”
Pure Yang Flames appeared in Jiang Chen's hand.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
The nine weasels were killed by Jiang Chen's pure Yang Flames in the blink of an eye.
A yellow weasel of this level was completely helpless against the Demon Annihilating Divine Fire and pure Yang flames.
Ding-dong. The host has won a battle against demons and ghosts. The host is rewarded with 1 lucky bag!
The battle had ended, and Jiang Chen's remaining true qi had been completely depleted.
The lights in the room were switched on.
" This is a weasel!?" Yang Qianqian looked at the floor of the room. The yellow weasel, which was the size of an adult dog and covered in blood, revealed a look of disbelief.
She had never known that weasels could be so big.
"You can already talk. What's wrong with being a little bigger?”Jiang Chen said.
He was in a good mood. Not only did he get a lucky bag, but he also had one less thing to worry about.
"That's true." Yang Qianqian nodded and agreed.
Moreover, it seemed like there was nothing wrong with the yellow weasel turning into a spirit.
"It stinks. I'll sleep at your place tonight.”Jiang Chen threw the old weasel into the toilet, planning to deal with it tomorrow.
" Mm." Yang Qianqian replied softly. She did not have any objections, but her face was slightly red. It was obvious that she had thought of something.
After the two of them finished bathing, Yang Qianqian went back to her bedroom to rest. Jiang Chen sat alone in the living room as a virtual interface appeared in front of him.
There were six bags of fortune on it.
Up until now, he had only opened a total of five bags of fortune.
And tonight, he obtained six bags of fortune.
"I wonder what the six lucky bags will give me!”
Jiang Chen muttered to himself.
Activate!
[Lucky Bag unlocked: Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Heaven's Son's Gazing at Qi Technique (Complete)]
Jiang Chen took a deep breath when he heard the voice. His eyes suddenly hurt as if they were being pricked by needles.
It hurts!
Tears rolled down uncontrollably, as if blood was flowing.
Every improvement was accompanied by pain.
The more painful it was, the greater the improvement.
Jiang Chen gritted his teeth and endured the pain.
The Son of Heaven looked at the air, laughing and laughing to kill!
The Son of Heaven's Gazing at Qi was a martial art created by the King of the Eastern Island, Gu Shen, after he was chased by Wan Guicang and escaped.
Once it was cultivated, it could see through thousands of changes. There was nothing that could be hidden from it.
After an unknown amount of time, the pain in Jiang Chen's eyes gradually disappeared, turning into a cool and comfortable feeling.
"Phew!"
Jiang Chen let out a long breath and slowly opened his eyes.
This pair of eyes was pure, pure, sparkling, bright, and filled with spiritual energy. It was as if they could see through the heavenly secrets and endless divine charm of the Great Dao appeared.
"The Son of Heaven looks at the air and kills people with laughter! I wonder if this Son of Heaven's Gazing Technique can see through demons and ghosts!”
Jiang Chen muttered to himself. His eyes were wide open, shining with a faint golden light. He looked through the wall and saw the dead body of the old yellow weasel in his room.
One could see that there was a faint greenish gray aura on the old yellow-skinned man.
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