Ye Feng lay on the ground, feeling the pain of the air draining from his body, clenched his steel teeth and silently told himself, "The night is long and the road is long. If you pull out the broken sword safely, your life will probably be saved." So he struggled to explore the acupoints around the broken sword. As the saying goes, it is difficult to cure yourself. If Wang Yushan is here, it will be much easier.

Although Ye Feng was anxious when he met the broken sword, his mind was clear. The broken sword was wiping the edge of his internal organs and piercing it. With his physical strength, it was not fatal.

"Diewu, don't cry, I can't die. I haven't successfully raped you yet, how can I die?" Ye Feng lay on the ground, and a smile appeared on his face.

"It's been so late, I promise you that you want to survive, whatever you want?" Diewu was in a hurry, but she didn't dare to touch Ye Feng. Such a big weapon pierced the body. If you are not careful, you will die immediately.

"Okay, this is what you said. It's past ten o'clock now? I have a date. Go and get me a clean set of clothes." Ye Feng said weakly.

"Yeah, okay, okay, I'll go and help you." Die Wu said as she shouted Qingluan and Huo Feng out, then she pulled away by herself.

Alas, care is a mess. Ye Feng couldn't help but feel angry at Diewu's carelessness. How dare she keep Qingluan and Huofeng by her side at this time?

When Ye Feng saw two Japanese women standing next to him, he said calmly: "If you kill me now, I will be very happy that Watanabe Jinsan will do it?"

Qingluan and Huo Feng exchanged a look, slowly squatted down, took out a pill from their arms, stuffed it into Ye Feng's mouth, and then stood on the side. Ye Feng hesitated and swallowed it, and suddenly felt a coolness in his body flowing into his limbs and bones.

With this force, Ye Feng tapped several acupoints on his waist with his fingers. He gritted his teeth and pulled out the broken sword. The blood from his abdomen was spraying out. Ye Feng let out a cry of pain. At the moment when his consciousness was about to be pulled away, he calmed down his mind and opened his eyes wide. At this time, he knew that if he closed his eyes, he would be finished.

Qingluan moved again, quickly tore open Ye Feng's clothes on the abdomen, sprinkled some white medicine on the wound, and stopped the blood in an instant. Ye Feng smiled at Qingluan knowingly, and hurriedly used his true energy to protect his blood and restored his gradually cold body to some temperature. After a few minutes, Ye Feng opened his eyes and shot out a sharp light, "Pope in Red, I'm not dead, haha." Ye Feng smiled again.

"Help me get up." Ye Feng said softly to Qingluan. At this moment, he already understood that Qingluan and Huo Feng had completely become their own people. If Jin San Watanabe knew about it, his lungs would probably be irritated.

Qingluan obediently supported Ye Feng's arm and said in fluent Chinese: "Master, you should go to the hospital now. If you have a little mistake, you will still be in danger of your life."

"Master?" Ye Feng was speechless. "I know my condition is very dangerous, but I don't know what to do. No matter how bad everyone is, I still have to keep it."

While talking, Diewu had already come back. He was holding a set of clothes. When he saw Ye Feng standing up, he cried with joy, "Okay, stop crying, hurry up and change my clothes, drive the car, and take me to the noble school."

At this time, the three women would not have any objection to Ye Feng's instructions, even if Ye Feng was joking about his life.

After carefully changing Ye Feng's clothes, Diewu ran to drive again.

Ye Feng gently pushed away the Qingluan who was holding him, dragged his heavy steps to the next side of Longyuan Sword. After drawing out the sword, he heard the clear sound of Longyuan, as if celebrating Ye Feng's victory.

"Yes, we won, don't worry, I will find you a good master in the future." Ye Feng said bitterly. In the final duel, Ye Feng's long sword flew out of his hand. It was not because he could not hold the sword with his strength, but because Long Yuan did not really recognize his master. However, the great sword of the Pope in Red has fought with him for many years, sharing life and death. Even if it is broken, he will fight together.

Ye Feng sighed lightly, and threw the sword into the air with the eagle eagle's roar. However, this throw once again touched the wound. In addition, Long Yuan was unaware of his master, and his mood was dim and he sprayed out another mouthful of blood.

The car slowly drove to the gate of the noble college. Ye Feng asked everyone to stay in the car, get out of the car, and walk towards the campus. His thin figure made Die Wu, who was in the car, feel a stinging pain in his heart, "He has relatives and beautiful women around him, but why are he always so lonely?"

Ye Feng's face was pale, but there was a noble and elegant smile on his face. Even though he was strong, his steps were still a little messy. When he walked to the small garden on campus, Ye Feng saw the beautiful face waiting quietly among the two gardens, and the smile on his face gradually expanded.

Han Lin has been waiting here for an hour, but she is still willing to continue waiting. If a woman really falls in love with someone, she will never change her mind. Even if she waits for a lifetime, she will be willing.

Hearing the footsteps, Han Lin raised her head in surprise and stood up to rush towards Ye Feng. However, Ye Feng raised her hand to signal her to stop. Han Lin was suddenly at a loss and stopped in place and looked at Ye Feng who was getting closer and closer.

"Be good Lin'er, go back to your seat and sit down and wait for me to come over." Ye Feng said with a bright smile.

After hearing this, Han Lin sat back hesitantly. Seeing Ye Feng approaching slowly, she was shouting in her heart, "Hurry up."

Finally, Ye Feng sat opposite her, looking at the slightly haggard woman in front of her with a look, and smiled foolishly: "I lost my phone and am reissue my phone card, so I borrowed a phone number and sent you a text message."

"Yeah, I know that number is the teacher of our school. Where have you been? I have been waiting for a long time." Han Lin said excitedly. Because of the darkness of the night, Han Lin could not see the paleness of Ye Feng's face. He stretched out his hand to hold Ye Feng's hand. But Ye Feng slowly raised the teacup in front of him, held it up, smelled it gently, and smiled and said, "Since I promised you that I would come with you to have tea, I will naturally come, but some things were delayed just now."

Han Lin did not stop Ye Feng's words at all at this time. Because his hands were empty, he looked at Ye Feng with tears in his eyes, and was sobbing that he couldn't speak.

Ye Feng deliberately pretended not to see it, gently wiped out the tea in the crystal tea cup, and his movements were very slow, as if he was hiding something. "Lin'er's tea ceremony was indeed superb. I'm going to leave. I'll see you again after a while."
Chapter completed!