Feng Jiutian said: "Brother Li, don't you think about it anymore?"

"No need to think about it, it's better not to have the forbidden technique. You can't count on luck. I never dare to count on luck."

Although I have excellent luck.

But how could you know that your luck will be so good next time?

"You--" Feng Jiutian really didn't know what to say.

Li Chengkong smiled and said, "I'm quite afraid of death, so don't take this risk. If someone else doesn't kill himself, it's unfair to kill himself!"

"...It's right." Feng Jiutian nodded helplessly.

Mei Aoyue really has no intention of killing people. At most, she is imprisoned, and it is indeed more dangerous to use secret techniques.

Seeing that Li Chengkong was so cultivating at such a young age, he thought he would be arrogant and look down on the world, but he never expected that he would be so kind.

Li Chengkong hugged his fist and stood up and left.

Feng Jiutian's eyes followed him until he was isolated by the door of the hut and then took them back.

Li Chengkong sat back on the couch, cut off his curiosity about the forbidden technique, and directly began to practice the eighth level of the Great Heavenly Dragon Art.
Chapter completed!