By the way, Abaqi was so angry that the priest was stunned and speechless. He could only stare.
Of course he knew Abaqi's status among the tribe, so he could only swallow his anger.
Half a month later is the wedding day of Sheng Ying and Fu Xi. Abaqi set off with five warriors and a group of tribesmen and other mighty Xi tribe.
Sheng Ying hasn't seen Fu Xi again in the past half month. She feels a little lost and doesn't know what to do.
She can only practice Qigong every day to heal her injuries. She knows that now she can only get out by practicing Qigong.
There were so many Rixi clan members guarding the door, giving her no chance to go out. Now she had to wait until she had mastered the Blood Shadow Demonic Skill.
The road ahead became increasingly bleak, and she felt uncertain. She didn't know whether she should take revenge.
But as long as I think about my father losing his soul because of me, I can't let it go.
She hasn't seen the shadow of the Blood Shadow Demon Lord for a long time now. She doesn't know how to find him. All she can do now is practice hard.
Don't think about anything else. She was about to start practicing when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.
Immediately afterwards, the door was opened, and the man who walked in was Fu Xi, whom he had not seen for many days. His face was not very good.
He looked very haggard and had a thorny beard, but when he saw her, his eyes began to shine.
He strode to her side, touched her hand and said, "I haven't been with you these past few days, have you ever thought about me?"
The Holy Infant snorted, why is this person so shameless, and he ignored her.
But Fu Xi didn't care about her attitude and continued to forcefully straighten her body so that she could look at him.
We haven't seen each other for a few days. The Holy Infant's complexion is much better than before, but his body is still very thin.
He looked at her seriously and said, "Have you eaten on time these days? Why are you still so thin?"
"Remember, your body is not your own, it is mine. You have to take good care of yourself."
Listening to Fu Xi's domineering words, Sheng Ying felt warm in his heart, and his cold face began to soften.
She looked at Fu Xi and lowered his head. Fu Xi couldn't stop looking at this shy look.
As soon as he took the Holy Infant upstairs, he was comforted after being detained and scolded by his father for several days.