The Yun Family's Ninth Child is an Imp!

Hei xinjiu wished she could slap herself, but she still followed a certain someone into the cabin.

"Prince Charming, the heavens and earth have a conscience. It's really not that I'm slacking off or not cultivating properly. "You also know that my constitution is quite special. If it weren't for the heavenly lightning striking me, I wouldn't have been able to level up even if I didn't eat or sleep."Hei xinjiu blinked her eyes, she said sincerely.

A certain Lord looked at her and said, "Even if I can't level up, it's still good to consolidate my foundation. It's better than reading a book."

Hei Xinjiu:"..."alright, I can't win against you.

This fellow pretended to cultivate for a while, and his heart started to grow wild.

When he opened his eyes and saw that di beiming didn't say anything, he took out the ten-thousand-year-old black iron chain and started to grind the cloud fishing hook.

Wu Yun had been kidnapped by her and was probably going to come and take revenge on her soon. She had to hurry up and fix the hook so that she could catch a few more little dark clouds.

When this fellow thought about how she could live a life where she could be struck by lightning anytime in the future, she immediately smiled with her eyes curved. She wished that Wu Yun would come and take revenge on her right away.

When she thought of Wu Yun, this fellow thought of her crow's beak skill again. It had been so long, but she still could not find the trigger point for the crow's beak skill. Why was it sometimes effective and sometimes not?

This was different from Xiao Heiniao's curse. Xiao Heiniao's curse could only be used once a day, and her crow mouth skill could sometimes be used twice a day, and sometimes not even once. What the hell!

In the next few days, hei xinjiu focused on sharpening the cloud fishing hook. Finally, on this day, this guy's cloud fishing hook was completed!

In fact, the process was not complicated at all. The main reason was that the ten-thousand-year-old mysterious iron was too difficult to get. This guy had a large kitchen knife and a small flame. It was not easy to make a large hook.

In order to train her cloud-fishing skills, this fellow let little Wu Yun fly around randomly. She squatted at the porthole of the Flying Spirit Tool and swung the ten-thousand-year-old black iron chain to fish for clouds.

This fellow muttered while fishing, "This ten-thousand-year-old black iron chain is too damn heavy. Fortunately, I have enough strength. Otherwise, I would not be able to move it at all."

Hearing this fellow's muttering, the corners of Xue Wuji's eyes could not help but twitch violently. Of course it was heavy! ! The eight 10,000-year-old black iron chains in this guy's hand were connected together. They weighed several thousand kilograms. How could they not be heavy? !

Hei xinjiu also found a problem. Since the black iron chains were chains, they were different from fishing rods. They always hung down. If she wanted to catch little Wu Yun, she had to fly higher than Little Wu Yun.

This was difficult!

She would not have a chance to fly higher than Wu Yun. Wouldn't all her previous efforts be wasted?

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became. His mood fell from heaven to the eighteenth level of hell. He hatefully summoned Little Wu Yun back and returned to his cabin.

This guy fiercely threw the ten-thousand-year-old mysterious iron chain to the ground and cursed, "What the F * ck? ! What ten-thousand-year-old mysterious iron! Bullsh * T! It's not even as good as an ordinary bamboo pole!"

In his anger, this guy accidentally cut the back of his hand with the hook in front of him. Immediately, fresh blood came out.

She became even angrier and kicked the ten-thousand-year-old mysterious iron chain several times. The ten-thousand-year-old mysterious iron chain didn't do anything, but her foot hurt.

She couldn't help but feel sad. She hummed and left the cabin to complain to a certain venerate.

Seeing the wound on her hand, the venerate's face immediately darkened. "How did you do it?"

Hei xinjiu felt even more wronged. She threw herself into the venerate's arms and began to cry.