"I can't wait in a hurry, I'll treat a hammer injury."

Chen Feihan simply stopped pretending and rubbed his hands and said, "Old Master, let me in, yours will be the benefit."

The old master was stunned and subconsciously swallowed his saliva, so he naturally knew what the benefits were in Chen Feihan's mouth.

"Can you do it?"

However, the old master asked.

"I don't think it's more feasible than it is now."

Chen Feihan slapped his chest, but he slapped it so he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Two people: "…"

"Accidental, spitting blood, it's okay."

Chen Feihan said embarrassedly.

"You...ah, let it be for you, but be more at ease."

The old sect has no temper at all.

"Thank you, the old master."

Chen Feihan was happy.

"What about me?"

Han Jianmo was furious on the side.

Chen Feihan's face froze and his neck subconsciously shrank, which was scared by Han Jianmo.

"What do you think of Master Han?

He asked swallowed.

Han Jianmo didn't say anything for a while, then said, "I want the benefits you give to the old master, too."

Chen Feihan: "..."
Chapter completed!