"Stop your sarcastic remarks. If my handbell hadn't been a secret treasure of the Tianzhu Sect and could neutralize all illusions in a short time, you might not have been my master...Pandit's opponent." Sharma snorted, even the master

They didn't want to call anymore.

"That's not necessarily the case." Chen Feiyu smiled confidently: "Even without you, I have enough confidence to kill him, and the most important thing now is that I helped you kill him, and now it's your turn to help me.

"

"How to help?" Sharma rolled his eyes: "Your biggest enemies are the Pope and Long Jingyun. They are both 'half-step innate' super strong men. I don't have the ability to help you kill them."

"No, you couldn't be more suitable." Chen Feiyu smiled mysteriously.

Sharma looked at Chen Feiyu in surprise, feeling curious in his heart.

The smell of blood filled the woods.

Chen Feiyu and Sharma stood in front of Pandit's body, looking relaxed and content.

"If you want me to lurk next to the Pope, use illusions to influence them at critical moments, and get a fatal blow for you, I advise you to give up this idea."

This is what Sharma can think of, and what Chen Feiyu is most likely to ask her to do. He continued to add: "They are all 'half-step innate' super strong people. With my illusion level, I may not be able to affect them."

.

Taking a step back, even if it really affects them, I don't believe you can kill both of them in an instant. By that time, I don't know whether you will die, but I will definitely die. This risk is too great.

I won’t do anything like that.”

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to let you use illusions to sneak attack the Pope and Long Jingyun." Chen Feiyu's eyes were bright, and he seemed to have seen through Sharma, and said: "And the success rate of this method is too low.

, there is no need to use it at all.”

"Then what do you want me to do?" Sharma was curious and took a step back. Chen Feiyu was full of bad intentions, so he had to be extremely vigilant and not be tricked by Chen Feiyu.

"It's very simple." Chen Feiyu thought, and a square box suddenly appeared on his left hand, about bigger than a basketball. He handed it to Sharma: "You pass this to the Pope."

"What is this?" Sharma took the brocade box and stretched out his right hand out of curiosity to open the box to see what was inside.

"This is my gift to the Pope. In addition, I will give you a piece of advice. If you don't want to die miserably, don't open the box and look at the contents inside." Chen Feiyu said with a mysterious smile.

Sharma was suddenly startled, and left the box with his right hand as if he was electrocuted. He asked in surprise: "Is this brocade box your weapon against the Pope?"

A mysterious smile appeared on Chen Feiyu's lips: "Anyway, just do as I say. When you return to Nanluo City and see the Pope, I think you should know what to say to prevent the Pope from doubting you.

.”

Sharma nodded with a complex expression and looked at the brocade box in his hand. It didn't take much to think about it. It was obvious that the contents in the box were of great importance. When he arrived in Nanluo City, he had to find a perfect excuse to clear himself of suspicion.

She took a deep breath, turned around and walked outside.

"etc."

Suddenly, Chen Feiyu's voice came from behind.

Sharma turned around and asked curiously: "Do you have anything else?"

"Of course." Chen Feiyu walked to Sharma's side. Under Sharma's doubtful eyes, he suddenly reached out and took her slender waist, pulled her into his arms, and said: "Killing Pandit, you have to celebrate.

celebrate."

Sharma was suddenly startled. Before he could struggle, Chen Feiyu's red lips had already been occupied.

Sharma struggled a few times but did not struggle away. He glared at Chen Feiyu a few times and then silently endured Chen Feiyu's greedy demands.

After more than ten minutes, Chen Feiyu let go of Sharma.
Chapter completed!