77-The season for fishing

With the moans of those exposed women, more than an hour later, Mo Fan, who kept his hands and feet, completed the soul extraction work, and the emerald green soul flame prominent on his body slowly disappeared.

The spiritual magician who was forcibly extracted by Mo Fan first changed from a headless body to a white skeleton, and finally with the dissipation of someone's spiritual power, the white skeletons that proved the traces of some poor guys had come also disappeared.

The huge box also left only the golden carpet covered with blood, and those exposed clothes covered with blood stains, lying trembling in the pool of blood, still shouting women | actresses, and the obscene old man Jon, who exists in soul form.

Just as Mo Fan extracted his soul, Jon casually laid a boundary and ignored it. In the moaning of the actresses, he found a comfortable posture to enjoy himself. A long hour passed, with an obscene smile and a rather comfortable performance, Jon was unaware of it.

When Mo Fan regained consciousness, Jon was lying on the buttocks of the most beautiful and fiercest girl in the box. He listened to the melodious and pleasant 'small song' in his ear and shook his legs. His big face, which looked like a big face, still had an obscene smile.

After extracting his soul, Mo Fan stretched his waist with a refreshed face. It was not until he turned his head to find that Jon, the obscene old man who was supposed to protect himself, was actually doing something irrelevant and absurd at this moment.

"What are you doing, the old immortal thing?" Looking at the obscene Jon, Mo Fan, who was full of black lines, couldn't help swearing: "Nima! Fortunately, you have no body, or you may have done something ridiculous!"

"What's the hurry?" Jon was not angry at all. He waved his hand to remove the faint blue light curtain and said with an obscene smile, "It's a pity that you don't enjoy such a spring! Personally, I also suggest that you don't take advantage of this opportunity and enjoy it! Don't regret it in the future!"

"I don't have your hobby!" Mo Fan shook his head like a rattle and said, "Why did I draw the souls of those guys, but I was still stuck in the peak of the necromancer and could not enter the first stage of the strongest at a higher level?"

"That's because you haven't completely absorbed the souls of those guys." Mo Fan stepped into the topic, and Jon was naturally ambiguous: "You must not have seen the memory of those guys just now!"

"Yes!" Mo Fan nodded, because he was also curious about why the spiritual lineage gathered in Rock City on a large scale. Especially after he drained the souls of twelve third-order spiritual masters, this feeling became stronger.

"That's it." Jon shrugged his shoulders and explained, "When you completely take their soul power into your own, all the memories they have experienced will be presented to you without hindrance. This also means that you have completely digested their spiritual power.

"How long does it take to digest these souls?" Mo Fan is very concerned about this issue, otherwise it will be in vain today. He has been waiting for this day for a long time.

"It depends on your creation. If the opportunity is good, maybe you will digest it the next second, and it's hard to say if the opportunity is not good!"

After trying to muddle through, Jon said seriously from the bottom of his heart: "Instead of being in a hurry to digest these souls now, we might as well take such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to catch these little fishes who have entered the spirit of Locke King City."

"Do you have a more accurate time?" Mo Fan was obviously not a fool. He said impatiently, "At the beginning, as long as you drained the souls of these guys, I will be promoted to the strongest cultivation to the supreme of the dead!" Now you still want to fool me. I don't like you."

"Looking at your hurry, isn't it just a joke?" Seeing that Mo Fan was really anxious, Jon had to give up and honestly said, "In fact, it will take a few days to digest these souls. I want you to take this rare opportunity to get more inventory!"

"Hmm! What you said is nice. I don't know what kind of fancy you are. Mo Fan snorted disdainfully, "The reason why you say so much is that you want me to collect interest for you first!"

"You can see all this." Jon smiled shyly and said, "Anyway, you will get benefits, and I don't think you will refuse."

"If you have any requests next time, just be honest! I'm not that kind of stingy person, but if you still want to fool me next time, then I really won't serve you.

Having said that, Mo Fan, with a serious face, was thinking about how to fish later. After all, the opportunity for a large-scale movement of the spiritual system is not easy to encounter at any time. Since I met myself today, if I don't get more benefits, I'm obviously too sorry for these little fish.

Yes! This time, it's my fault that I was confused for a while, and there will never be another time. Jon, who was scolded by Mo Fan, nodded like a chicken pecking rice and said, "Then shall we digest our souls first, or go to clean up the group of swornmen who don't deal with us?"

"Since you are so anxious to find a spiritual department to collect interest, of course, it is not easy for me to refuse." Mo Fan nodded and said worriedly, "But if we catch all these guys tonight, won't there be 300 taels of silver here?" Joan of Arc in the Holy Court will definitely notice that it is wrong. If she accidentally finds us, it will really be ruined!"

"So you're worried about this!" Jon suddenly realized with an obscene smile and said confidently, "As long as tonight, even if she finds something wrong tomorrow, we will have run far away. If we take a few days to digest these supplements, we still need to be afraid of her as a small supreme saint!"

"Well, that's right!" Hearing Jon's words, Mofan was also moved at that time. Fortunately, he said excitedly, "You come to show me the way, and I'll collect interest for you. Let's make a quick decision!"

"What about these women?" Jon pointed to those plump women who were still gasping on the ground and made a neck-swave gesture: "In my opinion, it's better to kill them directly, so that they won't ruin our good thing in a while!"

"Old man, you'd better give up this plan. I'm not as perverted as you!" Mo Fan shook his head decisively and directly rejected Jon's suggestion and said, "You put a ban on their souls and let them sleep all night. Just remember that I have appeared tonight tomorrow. In addition, clean up the blood stains in this room!"

Of course, the reason why Mo Fan said this is definitely not because he is a kind-hearted person. Like treating the spiritual line of the necromancer's sw, what he does is definitely the extreme path of the executioner.

The reason is very simple, because the spiritual profession and the necromancer profession practiced by Mo Fan are mortal enemies. As long as the two encounter, it will be an endless death. Therefore, in order not to become other people's fish, Mo Fan had to fight first and strangle the crisis in the cradle.

It's just that these plump women who have no grudge against Mo Fan and live by selling their bodies, he really can't be cruel. After all, he is still a person, not a cold killing machine. He really can't do Jon's cruel and cold-blooded behavior of dyeing his hands with blood to achieve his goal, or even at the cost of killing people.

"Is it necessary to be so troublesome? It's completely unnecessary! Let's just kill them!" In the face of Mo Fan's special request, old man Jon looked unhappy. Obviously, he is really unwilling to ask someone to work hard for such a thing!

However, for Jon, a legendary necromancer and a genius alchemist, Mo Fan's move is really too useless, even more than using an anti-aircraft gun to kill mosquitoes!

Mo Fanke didn't care what Jon thought and said coldly with a contemptuous tone, "You can do whatever you want. There's so much nonsense!"

"All right!" Seeing that Mo Fan was determined, Jon had to give up his intention to kill people. He just waved a ban on their souls, made them fall asleep, and then waved his hand to wipe the blood stains in the room according to someone's wishes.

"That's right!" Seeing that Jon had reluctantly finished all the work, Mo Fan nodded with satisfaction, began to change his figure, pushed open the closed fragrant door with another brand-new body, and swaggered out.

It was not until the moment Mo Fan pushed open the door and saw a large number of onlookers attracted by the sound of women's | excellent women's ** moans | screams | beds | in the corridor, that the old man Jon, who was full of black lines realized why Mo Fan had so strongly asked himself to clean the traces in the box before. That's it!

What are you looking at? I've never seen anyone playing with women!" In the face of the monster-like eyes of the onlookers, Mo Fan, who was full of black lines, snorted coldly. Then he pushed away the crowd in front of the door and swaggered out, leaving a group of passers-by who could not eat grapes and said that the grapes were sour.

With envy, jealousy and hatred, the onlookers-by with all kinds of complex emotions watched Mo Fan go arrogantly, but also thought obscenely in their hearts:

"What's worth showing off! Looking at Ya's weak little body, you can be sure that she is a shameful fast shooter, so let those women and actresses shout so happily! In fact, it doesn't work at all!"

After Mo Fan walked down the attic, he first rushed into the house to find out the passers-by. When he saw those clothes without covering his body and lying on the ground in various perfect ecstasy postures, his privacy was still pure and transparent**, which was obviously exhausted and beautiful. After the actress, she was immediately shocked: "I'll wipe it! That boy actually got rid of so many bone-eating actresses with the help of one person!"

passers-by suddenly screamed and immediately attracted the attention of others. For a moment, the onlookers who saw Mo Fan far away in the corridor also poured into the narrow private room with curiosity, filling the 50 or 60 square meters of private room.

Looking at the ** | scene, the passers-by who found that the 'fact' were so shocked that they couldn't help shouting in unison: "I'll wipe it! Are you still a human?"

"I'll wipe it! I can't believe that that small body can do such a great job!"

"Nima! It's not as good as animals!"

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