477: Since We’re All Foxes, Let’s Not Talk About Ghost Stories 477: Since We’re All Foxes, Let’s Not Talk About Ghost Stories With this in mind,
Wu Manyue slightly lowered her guard.
With a hint of a mocking smile at the corner of her mouth, she crossed her arms over her chest and eagerly watched Jiang Fan make a fool of himself.
Jiang Fan held three small black flags in one hand.
Simultaneously, he secretly performed a cultivation technique. After reciting an obscure spell, he tapped each of the three black flags with his fingertips.
“Jump!”
An astonishing scene that made Wu Manyue’s expression freeze occurred.
The three motionless puppets at the fifth layer of the Core Formation Realm simultaneously jumped on the spot.
“Lie down!”
Upon landing, the three puppets immediately fell prone on the snow, remaining motionless despite the biting cold of the ground.
“Fight each other!”
Bang, crash—
The three puppets immediately began to fight each other without hesitation, exerting their full strength, unafraid of pain or death, fighting as if their lives depended on it.
“Stop! Walk forward!”
The three puppets, now covered in battle scars, stopped fighting and walked straight in different directions.
They each walked about five miles before stopping and standing still.
Jiang Fan nodded slightly: “The range of control for the black flags is around five miles.”
“Beyond this range, the puppets will no longer obey orders.”
Facing a deadly army, five miles couldn’t be considered very safe.
But it was much safer than facing them alone.
Plus, with the Turtle Breath Cloak,
the problem wasn’t significant.
“You…you mastered it?” Wu Manyue’s alluring red lips parted slightly.
Her crystal-clear eyes were filled with shock.
Her mind was blank.
She had clearly handed over fake techniques, so how could Jiang Fan have succeeded?
It shouldn’t be possible.
Jiang Fan laughed faintly: “I have to thank Senior Sister Wu for writing the key points of the cultivation technique so thoroughly.”
“Otherwise, how could I have possibly mastered it?”
Uh—
Liang Feiyan was dumbfounded.
“No way, she actually wrote a cultivation technique for Junior Brother Jiang?”
Xie Liushu touched his nose: “Junior Brother Jiang is really that charming, huh?”
“This woman clearly isn’t easy to deal with, yet she obediently wrote the technique.”
Xia Chaoge was also filled with surprise.
After pondering for a moment, as if understanding something, she sighed softly:
“Truly a man of the flower fields.”
She was genuinely convinced.
Other women throwing themselves at Jiang Fan, she could understand.
But Wu Manyue…who had just been a mortal enemy moments ago.
Had now handed over such a crucial cultivation technique.
Utterly absurd.
“Perhaps, only women of the Demon Race might be beyond Jiang Fan’s grasp?”
She sighed quietly.
As for Wu Manyue, she was utterly confused.
When had she written such detailed key points?
“Chaoge, you and the senior brothers continue to guard Boundary Mountain.”
“I’ll make a trip to the Demon Race territory.”
Saying this, he waved the three black flags, and the three puppets gathered around Jiang Fan.
Wu Manyue panicked immediately.