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He likes it

"With your Martial God, of course you can save Sister Shuixi!" Ling Yue could not help but mock him.

Everyone in the Feng Family was here, she wanted to see, where else could Gong Yunche run to?

narrowed his eyes darkly, the Martial God was the most vulnerable part of the human body, once it was injured, it would be extremely difficult to recover. However, the Feng Family had a secret method to quickly repair the damage done to the, and as long as he could capture the other person as his own, he could quickly repair the damage done to the Martial God.

Although this boy's aptitude was incomparable to Miss's, she was still severely injured, so he could only barely manage it.

"Hmph, at least you know your place. But how can Miss Jin Zunyu be someone you can meddle with!" Wen Huo suddenly raised his hand, and from the center of his palm, a terrifying suction force suddenly surged forth, enveloping Yun Jinxiu's head.

Yun Jinxiu slightly frowned. Feng Family's way of doing things was so unyielding that it disgusted people.

The spiritual consciousness that was scattered on the ground was retrieved by Yun Jinxiu, and a strand of white light slid past her eyes. Then, the suction force above her head had already reached its peak, and with a "weng" sound, a ball of milky-white Martial God was chopped down.

The corner of Yun Jinxiu's mouth suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. His body seemed to sway for a bit, but he finally stopped moving.

Everyone's faces changed slightly, this Wen Huo was extremely powerful, to the point of directly ripping off a piece of Martial God!

Can you imagine the feeling of having a piece of flesh ripped from your body?

This Gong Yunche, he's probably dead for sure!

Under the shocked gaze of the crowd, Gong Yunche's spirit indeed weakened, although he was still standing, his face was already as pale as white paper.

Being dragged down from the Martial God, he could still stand, Gong Yunche's aptitude was indeed not that bad.

However, what the crowd was most concerned about was whether or not Feng Shuixi could recover from his injuries.

Fang Yunhe walked to Feng Shuixi's front. Both of his hands moved, forming a strange seal, and the milky-white Martial God in his hands slowly turned transparent, until the milky-white color completely disappeared, then quickly turned into a thread and hid between Feng Shuixi's brows.

Feng Shuixi's long eyelashes slightly trembled. After a long while, as if the pain had dissipated, she slowly opened her eyes.

"Miss." Wen Huo stepped forward and said solemnly.

At the bottom of Feng Shuixi's eyes, there was a strange flash of light as he opened his mouth and said, "Wen Huo, you've done bad things again."

"So what if this subordinate is devoid of conscience for the sake of Miss?" Wen Huo knelt on one knee, and said solemnly.

Feng Shuixi's mental strength seemed to still be weak, but his gaze landed on the snow-white Gong Yunche, and said after a long while: "Gong Yunche, Wen Huo is reckless, please do not take offense. Today, he injured you, and in the future, my Feng Family will not treat you unfairly."

Hearing this, Guo Guo Zhi was overjoyed. He suddenly glared at Gong Yunche and growled: "Kid, why aren't you thanking Miss Shuixi?"

The corner of Yun Jinxiu's mouth was smeared with blood, yet she stood there unmoving, her entire face pale white.

"He's injured. Let him rest." Feng Shuixi rubbed her forehead tiredly. Although the Martial God had been repaired, for some reason, she only felt that its effect was minimal.

Could it be that Gong Yunche's Martial God was so weak that it could not have any effect?

"Yue Er, hurry up and bring Miss Shuixi to rest!" Seeing that Feng Shuixi did not have any intention to pursue the matter, Guo Zhi quickly spoke out.

Ling Yue suddenly turned around and went forward to support Feng Shuixi.

Feng Shuixi frowned: "Wen Huo, don't humiliate that old man too much, this matter has nothing to do with him."

Wen Huo's face turned ugly, it had nothing to do with him?

If it was truly unrelated to her, then why was her injury so severe?

A sinister light flashed past his eyes as he solemnly said, "This subordinate understands."

The fox that had been resting with its eyes closed all this time lifted its eyelashes slightly, and glanced at Wen Huo.

Yun Jinxiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression calm: The arrogant one was not the Martial King, but the Feng Family.

The fox casually snorted. Feng Family?

Yun Jinxiu was startled: "You know?"

The fox didn't reply and only glanced at her. "To force myself to bleed, Yun Jinxiu, you can be more professional."

A trace of awkwardness surfaced on Yun Jinxiu's face: It was just a blood bubble.

The fox: "…"

Why did he overestimate this woman's dedication? He just randomly found a Martial Spirit from a mouse beast to deceive her, but she didn't even bother to spit blood using her own … He likes it!

In the small hut on the desolate mountain, Longlong looked at Guo Bao and the others who were wreaking havoc in the small hut with some anger.

"Burn it!" Guo Bao spat out, and said complacently.

The disciples behind him immediately threw their torches onto the shed. It was originally a grass hut, and even though it had just rained last night, after a day of being scorched by the sun, it was quickly lit ablaze.

The flames licked the flame tongue, causing Longlong's small face to redden. In the heart of the small youth, a seed of anger was planted!

The law of the jungle, the strong was respected.

This continent would never show mercy to the weak.

He could not decide whether others were good or bad, but he could decide whether he was patient or not!

These people... One day, he would kill these villains!

"Stinking brat!" You tricked laozi! " Guo Bao pressed the sword against Longlong's chest, "One hundred thousand grains of rice, take it out for me!"

Because of Feng Shuixi, he had been fiercely slapped a few times by his father. He already had no place to vent his anger on, so naturally, Longlong became the best target for him to teach him a lesson.

The sword was extremely sharp, continuously stabbing into Longlong's chest, the tip of the sword had cut through the robe, and even stained with some blood.

Longlong's face tensed up: I'm sending the rice to the kitchen!

"Who told you to send me to the fucking kitchen!" Guo Bao raised the back of his blade and smashed it onto Longlong's head.

In that moment, Longlong's eyes turned gold, his vision turned black, and the pain in his head became even more intense.

"You didn't buy enough, did you?" You dare not listen to me, right? Damn it, do you believe that I won't play you to death?! " Guo Bao raised his leg and kicked Longlong fiercely, causing Longlong's body to stagger and fall backwards.

However, his body did not fall to the ground. Instead, he was caught by another pair of hands.

Longlong's body trembled as he suddenly turned his head back. "Cousin!"

Yun Jinxiu swept a glance at the bloodstain on Longlong's chest. She looked at Guo Bao with a faint gaze, and a cold smile appeared on her lips: "Do you want to obtain Feng Shuixi's favor?"

With that sentence, Guo Bao, who was originally furious, suddenly jumped up: "Think about it! You have a way? "

That Feng Shuixi, was truly too beautiful. Not to mention getting favored by her, as long as she could catch a glimpse of him, he would fly into the sky. Of course, if she could take a liking to him, hehe …

Guo Bao's saliva splattered everywhere, as many unsuitable scenes flashed past his mind.

"I'll tell you what you can do, but you have to take something to make a deal." Yun Jinxiu said indifferently.