Feng Yang opened his mouth and wanted to say something else. Ye Huan glared: "You caused the mess. You grandma's less nonsense! I know that you have made a fortune recently!"

At this moment, Feng Yang didn't dare to provoke him, and laughed apologized and said, "Yes, yes, disciples should take more." He originally wanted to take out 20,000 taels of silver bills, but he didn't expect to bring out one more, which was 30,000 taels.

He paused and was about to put the ten thousand back and find a few more thousand taels, but Ye Huan was impatient and grabbed him all: "Why is a real man so unhappy?"

Even his five pictures were photographed in Jun Feise's hands: "This is 80,000 taels!"

Jun Feise was very serious: "I'm very poor and I don't have money to find you."

"No need to find it! Work quickly!"

Feng Yang: "..." He hurts so much!

Jun Feise gave the talisman in his hand and asked them to post it as they said.

Those people were originally half-believing and half-doubted about her, but now they believed it!

Holding her talisman is like holding exquisite porcelain, for fear of breaking it, she is carefully pasted.

A thousand taels of silver can’t be compensated if it breaks it and sells it!

The talisman was quickly pasted, and Jun Feise didn't dare to delay any more, so he immediately stood in the formation to practice.

Ye Huan looked at her calmly, watching her movements as if flying in the sky, free and casual.

To be honest, he could see that she was very proficient in her practice and her movements were complicated, like the Kung Fu of the Immortal Cultivation School, but he had never seen it before.

After a moment.

The fire started to burn, and the fire surged into the sky. All the corpses seemed to be poured with oil and soon turned into ashes in the fire.

There were crying sounds around, which belonged to the families of the deceased.

People in this world pay attention to being buried in peace, and there is no such thing as cremation. Now it is a helpless act to obey what Jun Feise said. Living people are always more important than dead people.

Now that the crisis has passed, the families of the deceased are sad and can't help crying.

Feng Yang stared at Jun Feise, who was standing there casually fucking his cat, and he didn't even look at him.

Although I knew that the girl in front of me was not the Jun Feier who was obedient to him, the two were too similar after all. Seeing her treating her like this, I couldn't tell whether it was lost or hatred. It was so sour and it was not a big deal.

He probably looked at Jun Feise for a little longer, and Jun Xinya beside him angrily shouted: "What do you think of her like this? Are you still in love with her?! If you do this again, I will tell my father and mother when I go back..."

Feng Yang was shocked. Although Jun Xinya's father Jun Junsheng was an outer disciple in Feixian Sect who was responsible for civil affairs, he was responsible for the distribution of elixirs and talismans and other items from new disciples of the sect. He was a person who could not offend him. He had some power in Feixian Sect. Even Ye Huan was afraid of it. He was also the object of Feng Yang's conspiracy.
Chapter completed!