Everyone only heard a few brutal roars from the phantom, but under the influence of the pure gold sword that penetrated the heart, the sounds became smaller and smaller until there was no news at all.
Zhou Jian held his head in his hands with a face full of pain, and kept beating his aching skull with his fists.
I don’t know who this phantom is, but it is so powerful.
On that side, until the shadow completely disappeared, Shen Yi took a strong breath and fell back.
The little version of Liu Fuyi swung her short legs and ran towards him quickly.
Everyone saw him stretching out his two broad and pitiful little paws to pick up someone, and then he was pressed down by Shen Yi's slender figure, forming a small cushion on his back.
Everyone:......
Liu Fuyi:......
Damn, I forgot that I am still small!
The little version of Liu Fuyi was pressed by the back of Shen Yi's head, lying on the ground, and cursed angrily, "Ice cube little bastard, why the hell do you get up and stop pretending to be dead."
"Also, who allowed you to call me Xiaoliu?" He screamed angrily, "Only Xiaosi can call me Xiaoliu. I am Xiaosi's Xiaoliu, so don't scream!"
Little Fatty and the others could barely support their bodies and wanted to help Dugu Mingyue and Dugu Mingchen.
But they saw the two of them standing up unsteadily, supporting each other.
So everyone hurriedly stumbled and ran over to help Shen Yi, and their ears were filled with the little Liu Fuyi's squealing voice, "Come here quickly, help me lift him up! I'm a weakling, why don't you give me a blow?" Ying, you actually knocked yourself out! You are really as weak as you have been for three thousand years!"
"If I were you, I would have bought a piece of tofu and killed you a long time ago. You weakling, you actually vomited blood all over me! You are ridiculous! You are hateful! You waste!"
Everyone scrambled to move the unconscious Shen Yi aside, and then quickly helped the angry little Liu Fuyi up.
Xiaopang still wiped the dust off Xiaoliu Fuyi's head very shamelessly, and asked weakly, "Yao, Lord Yao, have you recovered your memory?"
The little version of Liu Fuyi's starry eyes stood up, and he cast a killing look at the little fat man with anger, "What's wrong with me? I lost my memory someday? What do you want to say?"
He had an expression on his face that said, "You say it, you say it, I will kill you if you say it", which frightened Xiaopang to the point of being frightened physically and mentally. He quickly shook his head and said, "Master Demon Lord's magical power is unparalleled in the world, so of course you don't He is capable of amnesia."
The little version of Liu Fuyi hummed, and the little girl said slowly, "Go and see how the weak chicken is doing."
But we can't ask him to hang up...
It’s not that he has bad intentions, it’s just for Xiao Si’s sake!
"Oh, I'll go and see it right now!" Xiaopang nodded quickly, rubbed his aching chest, and stumbled to Shen Yi's side.
He raised his hand and touched his hot forehead. He couldn't help but startled and shouted loudly, "No, he's not dead yet! It's just that the forehead is a bit scary! Is there something wrong with him?"
"Who is sick?" A faint voice came from behind Xiaopang and others.
Everyone couldn't help but feel happy, they turned their heads and almost shed tears, "Xiao Nai, have you completed the retreat?"
Jiang Nai blinked and looked at everyone with confusion, "What's wrong with you?"
She seemed to have fallen asleep for a while during the promotion. How come when she opened her eyes, all these weakling companions lost their prize?
Looking at Nai's expression, which looked like he was just waking up from a dream, Leng Qiuhan and others felt quite helpless.
How dangerous it was just now, but Nai didn’t know anything about it... This chapter has been completed!