When the three of them were carried to the gate of their yard, Old Wang waved at the gate of his yard: "Come on!"

The three hesitated.

Old Wang said: "If you don't want him to die, just carry it over!"

"...Come over." Song Minghua sighed: "We don't have a elixir, so there is nothing we can do."

The three of them then carried Li Chengkong to Lao Wang's yard.

"This smell!" Old Wang waved his hand to wave away the stench on Li Chengkong's body, and glared at the three of them: "Go away from you."

They hesitated to quit.

"Old Wang, if Lao Li dies, we will settle the score with you!" Sun Guiwu stopped at the door and snorted: "You can't even find such a good accomplice again!"

Old Wang waved his hand impatiently: "Don't talk too much, delay the treatment of the injury!"

The three of them left the yard and wanted to stay outside. Old Wang sang in the yard: "I don't want others to know when I go back to your yard!"

They had to go back to their yard.

"Old Li..." Sun Guiwu asked hesitantly.

Song Minghua sighed: "It's up to fate to do everything. It depends on whether Lao Li's life is hard.... If I had known this, I should have passed it to him with the Ziyang magical skill, and I would have more ability to save my life."

Li Chengkong practiced the Ziyang Divine Art, at least now he is in the Mufeng Realm and can heal his own injuries.

He is not yet Mufeng Realm, and his internal strength is not very useful for healing injuries.

"Ziyang Divine Art..." Sun Guiwu and Hu Yunshi had complex expressions.

"Madam, how about it?" Old Wang asked.

Luo Qinglan was wearing a red shirt, and Ru Yusu's hand was touching Li Chengkong's chest.

Old Wang said: "Can you save your life?"

"It's quite troublesome." Luo Qinglan's jade face was calm.

She looked like white jade, as if she had no idea about Li Chengkong's dirty and stinky smell.

Old Wang pinched his nose for a while, then let go again, as if he had adapted to the smell: "That's just that I can't die."

"These guys were deliberately trying to kill him." Luo Qinglan said.

"If you have a bad life, how can you let him live if you dare to kill Xiaolingwei?" Old Wang seemed to be sarcastic and sarcastic.

"The cultivation level is also destroyed," Luo Qinglan frowned slightly: "If the cultivation level is still there, it will be easier to save trouble. Now... it will take some trouble."

"Then please, madam," said Old Wang: "I finally had such a smart boy who was very knowledgeable and tactful. I don't want to change my companions."

Luo Qinglan took off his boots and sat behind Li Chengkong. He put his white jade on his back like his palms, crossing over and gushes the warm breath.

The dark brown on his back made Luo Qinglan's palms look even whiter, like a peerless jade carved.

In the warm breath, Li Chengkong's frown slowly relaxed.

In a trance, he felt like he returned to his mother's belly, warm and comfortable, quiet and quiet.
Chapter completed!