It looks very weird, like some kind of spell.

Then they heard a gasp from behind, and when Yuwen Luoshuang turned around, what he saw was Feng Xinglang vomiting blood all over the floor.

Then, there was a muffled thunder in the originally clear sky.

After receiving the news about Feng Xinglang vomiting blood, Heiying rushed back to Feng Shang Sect as soon as possible.

Because of Feng Xinglang's stubbornness, he is now staying in Yuwen Luoshuang's tent, and he is sitting on the soft couch with a comfortable look on his face. There is no scene after vomiting blood. On the contrary, he is better than everyone present.

Everyone was so excited that when he saw the black shadow, he lowered his eyebrows and smiled.

"How did you come?"

"Let's see if you're dead."

Heiying said very indifferently, but there was still a look of concern in his eyes. After all, Feng Xinglang had never been hurt so seriously from the past to the present, and he was worried that something else would happen.

Feng Xinglang took a sip of tea and then lay down comfortably. It was rare to find such comfort.

"How could he die so quickly? The world has not yet recovered."

"You have the guts to actually use the power of ancient cultivators. Sooner or later you will die here!"

"Otherwise the ordinary soldiers here would have been wiped out by the warriors in golden armor, probably using a little bit of my spiritual power."

"You save all sentient beings."

The black shadow snorted lowly, but did not say anything against it, because after all, this was an issue involving hundreds of thousands of troops, and at least everyone should be able to feel comfortable. In a certain respect, these lives

They are all his cherished people, not just his soldiers.

As if she felt something, Yuwen Luoshuang took a step back, and then put the tea cup in her hand on the table, "You cannot save these sentient beings by yourself."

"Ma'am, are you feeling sorry for your husband? I'm fine."

"..."

"Why is Madam's face so red?"

"...."

"I know Madam is worried about me."

As Feng Xinglang finished speaking, Yuwen Luoshuang sat straight on the chair next to her, and then angrily picked up the gray-white picture address and looked at herself. She had been trained recently.

Every word that Feng Xinglang said was able to swallow the words in her mouth.

Feng Xinglang sat up slightly from the soft couch and then put the tiger skin on Yuwen Luoshuang. At this time, the black shadow took the opportunity to pinch his wrist and began to diagnose.

Feng Xinglang was only slightly stunned by his pulse.

"Did you notice anything unusual?"

"Stop talking, your pulse is very confused right now."

"Huh? When did you know how to read your pulse? I never knew."

"Shut up and don't try to use spiritual power to disrupt your own pulse."

Following the black shadow's reprimand, Feng Xinglang immediately closed his mouth and sat quietly on his soft couch. Naturally, he did not need to use his spiritual power to disturb his pulse.
Chapter completed!