Building The Ultimate Fantasy

By the lake, Old Man leaned on the ship's board, hugged the boat tightly, and grinned out the mouth of an incisor, looking at the singers who were dismissed from the lake's heart island with their suitcases smirked. .

In the distance, Nie Changqing pushed Lufan in a wheelchair and came over.

Lu Fan closed his eyes slightly, he sensed the speed of recovery of the aura in his body.

Ni Yu is still frightened by the terrifying fear of the heavenly spirit chrysanthemum, and is following Lu Fan step by step.

Get on the boat.

The old man propped up the boat with great energy, and the fishing boat slipped out smoothly, rippling waves.

Ni Yu once again lay on the side of the boat and began a seasickness journey.

Ning Zhao did not leave with Lu Fan, she stayed on the island, helped Lu Fan to sever everyone, and to clean up the "Bai Yu Jing" building.

...

Ashore.

Old Man rubbed his hands.

Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, opened his eyes and gave Old Man a profound look.

"reward."

Lu Fan said lightly.

Ni Yu, who had a small face on one side and trembling legs, hurriedly took out the money bag, pulled out a piece of broken silver from it, and handed it to Old Man.

Old Man suddenly smiled.

Lu Fan’s special carriage was still parked at the dock. Nie Changqing opened the side door of the carriage, pushed Lu Fan in a wheelchair into the carriage, then sat on the side of the carriage and rolled up the whip.

Ni Yu didn't follow the landing into the car, she crouched on the frame, and she wanted to take a breather after getting seasick.

Snapped!

Nie Changqing raised his horse whip, and suddenly pulled it down, and the horse hissed.

Inside the carriage.

Lu Fan slowly opened the draped curtain, and through the window, looked at the old man holding the broken silver and holding the punk silly.

He is looking at Old Man, and Old Man is looking at Lu Fan.

The carriage was galloping and disappeared on the official road, and their sight was finally broken.

Looking at the long carriage.

Old Man grinned, showing a standard incisor smile.

He carried the ship's grate, led the song again, stepped on the straw sandals, and jumped into the fishing boat quite a bit.

The fishing boat dangled and drifted on the lake.

...

In the compartment, Lufan called up the system panel.

Host: Lu Fan

Title: Gas Refiner (Permanent)

Number of gas refining layers: 2 (3 layer progress: 100/1000 strands)

Soul Strength: 13 (Exchangeable: 2)

Physical strength: 1 (Exchangeable: 1)

Reiki: 72 strands (self-healing)

Renovation reward: "Chuangxuan Refining Qi"

World rating: Five Phoenix ContinentLow Wu

Permissions: [Task], [Missionary Desk], [Aura Drop]

Branch authority: [Wanfa Oven (LV1)]

The aura has recovered to 72 strands, and the speed is not too slow, but not much faster.

Staring at the panel, Lu Fan was lost in thought.

As the soul strength exceeded 10, Lu Fan discovered that his five senses and six senses became clearer, and even... he could control things.

For example, he can control the wheelchair to turn and move by itself.

The stronger the soul strength, the more obvious the effect.

As for physical strength, it is obviously related to physical fitness.

Lu Fan really wanted to increase his physical strength, but... today, what he needs most is soul strength and aura.

Therefore, physical strength cannot be the focus of his promotion.

"It seems to get the attribute points quickly..."

Lu Fan pondered.

Lu Fan summed up the way to get the attribute points, in fact, there are two ways, one is to complete the task.

The other is to hope for the transformation rewards.

This so-called transformation reward can actually be understood as an achievement for the transformation of the world.

For example, when Ning Zhao was given aura, and the first practitioner was transformed, he was rewarded.

Perhaps, any first time related to the transformation of the world, maybe you can get a reward.

This touched Lu Fan's thoughts.

...

The carriage was galloping and reached the rather grand gate of Lu Fu.

Nie Changqing helped Lu Fan get off the carriage, but Ni Yu was carrying a chess board and pushing a wheelchair.

Yiyue stood in front of the door early and waited for the landing.

Seeing Lu Fan get down from the carriage, Yi Yue lit up and bowed slightly.

"Son son, according to your orders, all the people involved are put in the big prison and wait for the delivery."

Yiyuedao.

Lu Fan nodded slightly: "Good job, take me over."

Yiyue bowed, walked behind Lu Fan, pushed and landed in the direction of Lufu Daluo.

Lufu, as the main palace of the city, naturally has a large prison, imprisoning criminals.

As long as there are people, there will be sin. No one dares to say which city will be without sin and everyone will be civilized.

Therefore, the role of prison is crucial.

The sound of the wooden wheel and the blue bricks on the ground sounded, and Lufu Grand Prison was near.

A young general in the dark and lustrous armor stood in front of the door and waited for the landing.

Lu Fan is not very familiar with this person, but this person recognizes Lu Fan.

The general came to Lu Fan and bowed his fists.

"Luo Cheng will meet you at the end."

The military commander said that he was neither humble nor overbearing, with a majestic integrity.

Lu Fan was sitting in a wheelchair, supporting the chin with one hand and tapping on the thin blanket covered with thighs.

"Are you the eldest son of Uncle Luo?"

Lu Fan thought about it and asked.

Luo Cheng was stunned and nodded.

"well."

Lu Fan's mouth twitched.

"The next thing I'm going to do may be violent, can you live with it?"

Luo Cheng wore a helmet and looked at Lu Shaozhu, who was inconsistent with the rumors, and said seriously: "The end will follow the city master, and the blood of the corpse mountain has been suffered, what else can't bear it?"

"Before leaving, the Lord will listen to the Young Master's orders and protect the Young Master, so... if the Young Master has any orders, just say."

Luo Cheng cut the nail, said.

Lu Fan nodded slightly.

"Just live with me, take me to meet Xiao Chen."

Luo Cheng turned sideways and landed into the prison.

The dungeon is quite moist, full of musty smell and foul smell.

The lights were dim, and the air was filled with blood, and various torture instruments were placed in the cell, and blood was contaminated on the torture instruments.

In a cell, all the detained prisoners stared at Landing.

They did not hold on to the doors of the prison to cry for help, as they did in the previous TV series. Instead, they sat on the floor of the cell with numb and indifferent eyes.

In the depths of the cell, it became noisy.

"Lu Pingan! How dare you do this?!"

"I am a Confucian student with merits and demerits! You dare to hold me into prison, you despise Zhou Tianzi and despise my Confucian master!"

"Lu Ping'an, let me wait! The readers must behave according to the rules. I'm waiting for the merits. Why should you catch us?"

In the cell...

A Confucian student, seeing Lu Fan, was immediately angry.

They grabbed the pillars of the cell and screamed at the landing regardless of the image.

Lu Fan frowned on the wheelchair.

Nie Changqing squeezed the pig knife, his eyes swept coldly.

Yiyue was also cold-faced, and her palm had fallen on the long whip around her waist.

Lu Fan waved his hand and made Yi Yue stop.

He looked around, looking at the Confucian students held in prison with a smile, and couldn't help laughing.

"Why?"

"My son suspects that you are in the same league with the three great families, colluding with the rebels, and it will be bad for me."

"What the three families have done, you all know clearly that my father has entered Beijing, and now, Beiluo will take care of me... what my father dare not do, then I will do it."

Lu Fan rubbed his slender fingers, lowered his head, and said lightly.

Luo Cheng stepped on the knife and looked sharply.

Lu Fan said that Luo Cheng's heart, so that there was a surge of blood in his heart.

He looked at the young master in the wheelchair with his head down, and suddenly he looked forward to his eyes.

Lu Fan’s words were not terrifying. Except for what some Confucian scholars seemed to perceive and hide in horror, the rest of the Confucian scholars slammed their throats, slandered, slandered, and came to their hands.

They pride themselves on the merits and deserve their credit. What dare not dare to scold?

The emperor is correct!

Lu Fan pouted, although he has a good temper, but he can not bear the slightest grievances.

"Luo Cheng."

"The end will be."

Luo Cheng clenched his fists.

"All killed."

Lu Fandao, his voice was dull.

Luo Cheng's heart shivered, and the next moment, his eyes flashed finely.

"Well."

With an order, the iron-blooded sergeants rushed into the cell.

The Confucian students were stunned.

They couldn't scold anymore, because... the iron-blooded sergeant who got the military order had no nonsense, the cold white blade lifted up and fell.

Blood splattered the wall.

Deep inside the cell.

Chen Beixun, sitting cross-legged, shivered.

Liu Ye, Zhu Yishan was so terrified that his body was shaking.

What does Lu Fan want to do?

Kill a ring if you don't agree?!

Will the end of those Confucian students also be their end?

The screams in the cell did not last long, and the strong bloody smell could not be dissipated.

Finally, in the sight of Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan.

Lu Fan in a wheelchair, a white dress, gradually emerged from the darkness.

Faces like white jade, smiling at them like spring breeze.