Three days later.

The Xu family's motorcade traveled southwest along the official road.

Fifteen hundred soldiers and heroic guards were on the left and right.

The sword god Li Chungang is not dead.

When he was about to die, Dongfang saved him.

As long as Dongfang Qing is here, you have to get his consent if you want to die.

The Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a left with his sword to test the world with his sword, but he did not accompany him.

Kendo...needs more grindstones to verify what you have learned in your heart.

"This world is so... so unpredictable!"

In the carriage, Dongfang had mixed emotions in his heart, but his eyes were looking at Xu Fengnian who was holding a rice bowl at the side.

At this moment, Xu Fengnian's expression no longer had a playful smile, but only seriousness and solemnity.

The sword god struck with his sword, killed hundreds of immortals, and borrowed five hundred years of luck from Tianqiang, which shocked him so much.

That Hong Xixiang entered the gate of heaven with one man and one sword, killing the white clothes stained with blood, which shocked him greatly.

Huang Longshi's words, "There are thousands of men in the world, are not as good as a flower in the east", which also made him feel a sense of injustice.

There is also the Dongfang in front of him, who does not hesitate to turn into a demon to kill all living beings, and has the aura of an immortal in the world.

Everything made Xu Fengnian feel that he was really a waste.

A waste that is worse than a woman.

The original Dongfang... was a simple and straightforward girl!

"when!"

The spoon touched the porcelain bowl, Xu Fengnian dug out a spoonful of gruel and handed it to Dongfang's mouth.

Dongfang held the spirit stone in both hands and lay half on the couch in the carriage. While recovering his strength, he stared at Xu Fengnian with his eyes wide open.

After watching for a moment, he opened his mouth and ate the gruel.

Being fed by someone, or being fed by a man, Dongfang always feels a little weird in his heart.

But...as long as you don't touch his body, he doesn't care too much.

"Why are you so nice to me... You know, even if you were a hundred times nicer to me, I would never repay you!"

While swallowing the gruel, Dongfang opened his mouth vaguely.

"I feel like a waste. I want to help you, but I don't know how. I think I can do it by feeding you!"

"And...I'm not doing it for your reward, I just want to be nice to you!"

"At least... after working hard, I won't regret it too much in the future, and I should feel at ease!"

Xu Fengnian's tone was solemn, giving the impression of being polite, but her hands kept feeding her Oriental food one spoon at a time.

"Okay... for the sake of your peace of mind in the future, I will reluctantly let you take care of me for a while!"

Dongfang nodded indifferently.

But what he said instantly made Xu Fengnian's eyes widen.

He was obviously good to Dongfang, but why did he come to Dongfang's mouth and become Dongfang for him?

How can you mess around with...causality?

"What are you staring at? Am I wrong?"

Dongfang spoke angrily.

He can eat by himself, or even not eat, but since someone is taking care of him, he must seize the time to regain his strength.

Only then did he reluctantly let Xu Fengnian take care of him.

It’s already very respectable.

"Yes! What Dongfang said... is correct!"

Xu Fengnian sighed in her heart, but her mouth was very sweet.

He didn't refute, as if he was a hard-working young master who was extremely solemn and polite.

"Hey... you're not good at it. I'm not injured, I'm just too lazy to move. How can you keep feeding me porridge? I want to eat meat and barbecue!"

Dongfang spoke with a helpless tone. The porridge was tasteless, and there was a faint feeling in his mouth.

Moreover, those people should have thought again that Dongfang was injured.

The ability to kill fifty thousand troops with one move is unprecedented in the world.

From the perspective of outsiders, he was unable to maintain his demonic power even after using the moves, and was obviously deeply hurt.

Later, he used various means to treat Li Chungang, and his injuries increased.

Dongfang can understand such thoughts.

After all, in this world's martial arts, the first-level realm can at best be regarded as a golden elixir.

With the help of luck, the pseudo-spiritual spirit of luck can be born.

No matter how powerful the moves are, they are still human and have their limits.

Moreover, his sword has gone beyond the level of human understanding.

It is the real immortal method and the prototype of magical power.

It is the application of rules.

In this world, no one should be able to understand it.

Although the pseudo Yuan Shen of Qi Luck can also use the laws of heaven and earth, compared to the real Yuan Shen, he has a thorough understanding of the laws and is imprinted in the Yuan Shen.

There's a huge gap.

"Eat meat?"

Xu Fengnian shook his head and said with some distress: "Let's eat porridge! Don't be brave, you have done a good job!"

"伱......"

Dongfang glared slightly and said angrily: "Xu Fengnian... I'm not used to your behavior!"

"Why aren't you used to it?"

Xu Fengnian asked in a voice, but still slowly dug out the white porridge from the bowl and brought it to Dongfang's mouth.

He looks like a young man who respects etiquette and respects etiquette.

"I still feel that your playful and carefree attitude before is better. At least it can make me laugh!"

"Now...you are so serious, knowledgeable, and polite...I..."

Dongfang stopped talking in time, looked at Xu Fengnian with disappointment, and added in his heart: "I want to beat you, but I can't find an excuse!"

"Um?"

Xu Fengnian was slightly surprised and said in surprise: "Do you like the way I looked before?"

At the same time, a thought suddenly popped into his mind: "If men are not bad, how can women not be loved?"

If you think about it carefully, there were many women around him in the past, and he often visited brothels and flirted with various beauties.

It seems to really make people laugh.

"So you like this kind of thing?"

A smile appeared at the corner of Xu Fengnian's lips, he scooped up a spoonful of gruel and handed it to Dongfang's mouth again.

"No... I just think you made me feel pretty good before!"

Dongfang opened his mouth subconsciously, waiting for the food to enter his mouth, and then spoke.

Xu Fengnian smiled knowingly, and the moment Dongfang opened his mouth, he suddenly took the spoon back and put it directly into his mouth.

“This porridge tastes really good!”

While talking, Xu Fengnian sighed and said: "There is also a strange fragrance of flowers, not bad!"

Dongfang's eyes suddenly widened. The spoon should be covered with his own saliva...Xu Fengnian actually swallowed it.

"How dare you... dare to tease me?"

Dongfang was angry, and suddenly raised his white and tender feet and kicked Xu Fengnian in the chest.

Xu Fengnian was holding the white porridge that had bottomed out. His body was like a thrown stone, showing a parabola and falling straight out of the carriage.

At the same time, Dongfang's faint voice sounded in Xu Fengnian's ears.

"You're not a bitch...you've always been so polite, I'm really embarrassed to beat you up!"

"I didn't expect that as soon as I opened my mouth... you really showed your true colors!"
To be continued...