While speaking, Yuwen Luoshuang looked down and saw the heart-wrenching scar on Feng Xinglang's back.

So Yuwen Luoshuang pushed Feng Xinglang's body a little bit away, "There is a wound on your back, cough cough cough."

Before he could finish a sentence, Yuwen Luoshuang had already leaned over in front of Feng Xinglang and began to cough violently, accompanied by her constant stinging throat. Thinking that this was also a disaster that must be encountered in life.

It would be natural to think about it like this, but the coughing made her unable to straighten her waist.

Feng Xinglang stepped forward and hugged her back again, and then began to slowly pat her back. When he looked at the disciple of Fengshang Sect who was walking from the front, he looked at the person.

He made a swearing move. Naturally, the person stood quietly in front of them.

In fact, the person who came was already extremely injured. He limped when he walked, and nothing was intact on his body. The wound behind Feng Xinglang might be at this time

The person who was the least injured here, but he was willing to transfer all the pain Yuwen Luoshuang suffered to him, so that she could be a little better.

At this time, Yuwen Luoshuang felt a little better and broke free from Feng Xinglang's arms. She was slightly embarrassed when she saw the visitor, but she did not move her figure because she really didn't.

How much strength can I move myself away from the embrace of Fengxing Waves?

The visitor respectfully gave Yuwen Luoshuang a courteous manner to Feng Xinglang. His movements were extremely slow, as if every move would cause the bones in his body to fall apart. This situation made Yuwen Luoshuang feel a little worried.

Shocked, after all, no one here has been hurt to a greater or lesser extent.

When she was about to cough, Feng Xinglang naturally reached out and patted her back, which made Yuwen Luoshuang feel a little better, and her mouth was full of bloody smell, as if it was just

As soon as she opened her mouth, a large mouthful of blood would flow out of her mouth.

"What's the matter?"

"Report to the head, 70% of our sects who stayed in the underworld have died under the hands of the undead."

As the man's voice fell, Feng Xinglang's expression became a little dimmed. His fingers pinching Yuwen Luoshuang's shoulders also tightened a little, as if he was venting some emotions. But after that,

Not long after, his hands naturally loosened.

"In this way, just go back and rest."

While speaking, Feng Xinglang used Gu Xiu's spiritual power to completely clean up the body of the Feng Shang Sect's sect falling to the ground, then lowered his eyebrows and looked at Yuwen Luoshuang's side face, as if he was tired.

his chin rested on her shoulders.

"If I had thought that something like this would happen, there would have been no such scene."

"These are not things that can be predicted by predicting. The Demon King tried his best to knock us down. Even if we had millions of minds, we could not think of everything that was going to happen."
Chapter completed!