Chapter 233: Fairy Robe

"Brother Chu is Eastern ... coughing."
King Power Baye had just prepared to speak, and he coughed twice in quick succession. He patronized the brain to make up and forgot that the other party had to conceal his identity.
After all, the blood of the Oriental Spirits is too precious.
"It stands to reason that even when looking at Huaizhu's face, brother Chu should teach Gui'er, but ..."
The tone of the king's hegemony made a hesitant voice.
"Hehe ... The King Power Villa is the leader of the Dao Dao League, and it will definitely be attacked by thousands of demon. Tomorrow ... How about looting the King Power Villa from below?"
Chu Mo sneered, and he understood what the other party meant.
It is doubtful of his own strength, and the royal wealth is the Daomen soldiers that the royal family spent a lot of energy to create.
He suddenly arranged a master for Wang Quanfugui, which naturally disappointed some elders in the family.
Although today, Chu Mo is already a magnificent show.
But not everyone saw it. Hearing hearsay, most people still remain skeptical.
"Hahaha ..." The king's hegemony laughed heartily.
"Then thank you little brother Chu!"
No longer talking nonsense with the king and hegemony, but nodded, Chu Mo left.
Back to his room.
On the table, Qing Tong shrinks to the window, and has fallen asleep, and there is a hint of crystal saliva hanging at the corner of his mouth.
Chu Mo frowned and shook his head helplessly.
Reaching out, Qing Qing rested in his hand, and put it on the pillow.
"Om ~"
Sitting in a bamboo chair, Chu Mo closed his eyes and began to practice.
The rolling spiritual power, like Wang Yang, follows the route of the Eight-nine Xuan Gong movements and swims all over the body.
Ba Jiu Xuan Gong has stepped into the fourth floor, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he did his best. Moving a hill is not an exaggeration!
But I do not know whether it is the cause of the heart.
The Xiaojinren in the original book is called the Xiaojinren because of his golden light.
But Chu Mo, running the Eighty-nine Xuan Gong, came out of the body like scarlet blood like blood, rampant.
Cultivation has no years, this is not false at all.
I didn't feel the passage of time at all. The sky outside was already dark and the moon was getting darker.
"Boom ~"
The door was knocked.
Chu Mo put away Xuan Gong, his spiritual power gradually entered the body, and a pair of bright eyes looked toward the door.
The door was opened with a light wave.
"Long Chu Dao, this is the meal that the host asked me to send." A maid with a good face came in and respectfully placed the lunch box on the table.
"Well, go on." Chu Mo waved his hand.
Turning his head and looking to the bed again, Qing Tong woke up long ago, but he didn't dare to disturb Chu Mo's cultivation, so he stood on the table honestly.
It's just a big slap, it looks cute.
"Let's eat together." Chu Mo said lightly, taking the food out of the lunch box.
Kingship and hegemony are very good at life.
He saw that Chu Mo didn't like liveliness, so he didn't have the idea of ​​holding a banquet.
But on the food, but also worked hard.
In addition to all kinds of seafood, a pot of fine wine, and a bear paw. It should be the black bear demon saint.
The blood and flesh of the big demon are all containing the essence of the world.
"Aooo ~" Smells the meat, no Chu Mo greets, the War Wolf has run over.
Chu Mo did not treat him badly, cut a big piece from the palm of the black bear, and threw it to him.
Qing Tong kept his head down, but he dared not eat.
"I only say it once, and remember, starting today, I am talking about your life."
Chu Mo said lightly, poured himself a glass of wine, "I said, let you eat."
Qing Tong was startled, Chu Mo's voice was too cold.
Quickly began to eat, the little stomach rumbling, in fact, she was really hungry.
"Uh ... hey ..."
Chu Mo glanced at the moon with regret, this wine was indeed good.
But ... compared to Tushan Yaya's demon wine in the endless jug, it's really far behind.
At the time when Chu Mo was in Tushan, Tushan Yaya was really drunk.
Not wanting to drink, but not having to drink.
Chu Mo can always appear when the wine in the endless jug has just recovered. After drinking the wine in one breath, he returns the empty gourd to Tu Shanya.
Qing Tong eats very slowly. After all, she is such a big body that she can't eat much.
"Something will be packed, and tomorrow I will be demon, and you will go to rest."
Chu Mo said lightly, instructing Qing Tong.
He was afraid of this silly little monster, and turned back to watch the night.
"Well." Xiaoqing pupil nodded.
Chu Mo is not worried about tomorrow's things. To tell the truth, the monsters who are besieging the King Power Villa are really nothing.
Throw a pillow on the table, which is enough to be Xiao Qingtong's bed.
Sitting cross-legged, Chu Mogang was about to enter the state of cultivation, but secretly opened his eyes.
As soon as I saw the candlelight, Qing Tong was vomiting demon silk. It was very fast and seemed to be making a demon silk robe.
Just her.
Chu Mo knew that Qingtong now has a feeling of suffering, so she worried about her loss. If she was not allowed to do something, she would not sleep well.
The sky was bright.
Chu Mo opened his eyes, and Qing Tong fell asleep on the pillow. But at first glance, he saw a robe hanging on a hanger.
The robe was light gray and somewhat dull.
Chu Mo picked up the robe and started silky, a piece of crystal demon silk flashing fluorescence, it is estimated that at least the ordinary sword is hard to break.
This defense is at least comparable to nano clothes.
And because of the power of demon, to a large extent, it has a certain resistance to fire and water.
"Hehe ..." Chu Mo chuckled, picked up his robe and put it on his body.
Without waking up and clearing pupils, behind him, the gray war wolf followed by fart.
It is clear that today is the time for a tooth-cutting festival.
Chu Mo's temperament was so cold that people did not dare to get close. Unknowingly, this black hair has also become longer, covering his shoulders.
Wearing this fairy silk robe again, there is a ...
This feeling is unclear, but today, Chu Mo has a high rate of turning back.
The disciples of Yi Dao League frequently looked to Chu Mo.
For the first time, they saw a gray robe, and they wore a yellow robe, which felt like an extreme.
Gray, yellow, right way, magic way.
"Brother Chu, get up early, but have you eaten breakfast?" Seeing Chu Mo coming, the king of power came immediately to say hello.
Chu Mo glanced at King Power and Hegemony.
"No need, just talk about the business."
"Oh, Brother Chu, take a look. This is a letter from the Nanshan demon king."
Wang Quanbaye smiled, and handed an envelope to Chu Mo, his face became serious.
"Today, I have notified the 16 elders and important positions of the Wang Quan family, just waiting for Brother Chu to show their might."
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