Fuxi blocked it with his backhand and struck Obasan with his sword, but it didn't leave even a single scratch on Obasan's body!
Obasan waved his hands unconsciously, desperately trying to break Fuxi's neck! How could Fuxi let him get close? After regretfully discovering that his sword seemed ineffective against Obasan, Fuxi turned around
All the power was concentrated on the tip of the sword, and it stabbed Obasang one by one with the help of spiritual power.
Obasan, who was unconscious at this moment, had been controlled by the power of the devil, and his moves were without any plan! Fuxi used his sword tip and spiritual power to tie Obasan into a sieve. A quarter of an hour later, Obasan had fallen to the ground.
, there is no possibility of standing up anymore.
Fuxi blew on the sword, and the blood stained on the sword was blown away like cotton by Fuxi: "It's really boring, the big mastermind behind the scenes, it's like a joke to solve it. But..." Fuxi glanced behind the door, he
He could feel that Murong Feixue's spiritual power was constantly circulating. Playing with a bottle of Soul-forgetting Pill in his hand, Fuxi said impatiently: "You really should let Mo Zishang realize his interest and leave as soon as possible."
Murong Feixue and Shennong who were in the room were completely unaware that Fuxi had solved the big man behind the scenes who had been against them, but they couldn't care about it at the moment. Murong Feixue's clothes were soaked in cold sweat.
, his face is getting paler and paler, because the spiritual power requirement is not bad at all. As we go to the back, the competition is not spiritual power, but willpower.
With extraordinary willpower, Murong Feixue gritted her teeth and drank bottle after bottle of elixir to replenish her spiritual power, keeping the temperature of Mo Zishang's medicinal bath constant. Shennong used golden needles to inject Mo Zishang into his body in the second half of the process.
The meaning of congestion is discharged.
When stabbed by an ordinary person's dagger, it would be a flesh wound at most, no matter how hideous the wound looked. But Ning Bo was different. He devoted all his spiritual power at this moment, and a large amount of Mo Zishang was forced into his wound.
Spiritual power that does not belong to oneself is the tricky part. If it were any other person, Shennong would not care about it, but Mo Zishang...
Shennong glanced at Murong Feixue's pale face, sighed and continued working hard.
Twelve hours, a day usually flies by, but for Murong Feixue, Fuxi and Shennong, these twelve hours are simply torture! Finally, Shennong said: "Okay, as long as Mo Zishang rests for another day
It will be fine." When Murong Feixue said, she collapsed beside the barrel.
Fuxi had already pricked up his ears and was waiting. As soon as Shennong opened his mouth, Fuxi rushed in the door, carefully helped Murong Feixue onto the bed, and glared at Mo Zishang fiercely.
Shennong looked at Fuxi, who was jealous because his girlfriend worked too hard for another man, and he wisely hid in a corner to weaken his sense of existence.
Murong Feixue slept until early the next morning and woke up. When her fingers moved slightly, Murong Feixue found someone beside her.
Someone?!
When Murong Feixue saw the familiar face, she realized that only such a familiar Fuxi could allow such a highly alert self to sleep here without any precautions.
Seeing Fuxi's sleeping face lying beside the bed, the mischievous little angel in Murong Feixue's heart jumped out, gently curling a small bunch of Fuxi's hair with her fingers, then left and right, left and right again,
Haha, a little braid appeared on Fuxi's head! Fuxi blocked it with his backhand, and the sword blade struck Obasan, but he didn't even leave a single scratch on his body!
Obasan waved his hands unconsciously, desperately trying to break Fuxi's neck! How could Fuxi let him get close? After regretfully discovering that his sword seemed ineffective against Obasan, Fuxi turned around
All the power was concentrated on the tip of the sword, and it stabbed Obasang one by one with the help of spiritual power.
Obasan, who was unconscious at this moment, had been controlled by the power of the devil, and his moves were without any plan! Fuxi used his sword tip and spiritual power to tie Obasan into a sieve. A quarter of an hour later, Obasan had fallen to the ground.
, there is no possibility of standing up anymore.
Fuxi blew on the sword, and the blood stained on the sword was blown away like cotton by Fuxi: "It's really boring, the big mastermind behind the scenes, it's like a joke to solve it. But..." Fuxi glanced behind the door, he
He could feel that Murong Feixue's spiritual power was constantly circulating. Playing with a bottle of Soul-forgetting Pill in his hand, Fuxi said impatiently: "You really should let Mo Zishang realize his interest and leave as soon as possible."
Murong Feixue and Shennong who were in the room were completely unaware that Fuxi had solved the big man behind the scenes who had been against them, but they couldn't care about it at the moment. Murong Feixue's clothes were soaked in cold sweat.
, his face is getting paler and paler, because the spiritual power requirement is not bad at all. As we go to the back, the competition is not spiritual power, but willpower.
With extraordinary willpower, Murong Feixue gritted her teeth and drank bottle after bottle of elixir to replenish her spiritual power, keeping the temperature of Mo Zishang's medicinal bath constant. Shennong used golden needles to inject Mo Zishang into his body in the second half of the process.
The meaning of congestion is discharged.
When stabbed by an ordinary person's dagger, it would be a flesh wound at most, no matter how hideous the wound looked. But Ning Bo was different. He devoted all his spiritual power at this moment, and a large amount of Mo Zishang was forced into his wound.
Spiritual power that does not belong to oneself is the tricky part. If it were any other person, Shennong would not care about it, but Mo Zishang...
Shennong glanced at Murong Feixue's pale face, sighed and continued working hard.
Twelve hours, a day usually flies by, but for Murong Feixue, Fuxi and Shennong, these twelve hours are simply torture! Finally, Shennong said: "Okay, as long as Mo Zishang rests for another day
It will be fine." When Murong Feixue said, she collapsed beside the barrel.
Fuxi had already pricked up his ears and was waiting. As soon as Shennong opened his mouth, Fuxi rushed in the door, carefully helped Murong Feixue onto the bed, and glared at Mo Zishang fiercely.
Shennong looked at Fuxi, who was jealous because his girlfriend worked too hard for another man, and he wisely hid in a corner to weaken his sense of existence.
Murong Feixue slept until early the next morning and woke up. When her fingers moved slightly, Murong Feixue found someone beside her.
Someone?!
When Murong Feixue saw the familiar face, she realized that only such a familiar Fuxi could allow such a highly alert self to sleep here without any precautions.
Seeing Fuxi's sleeping face lying beside the bed, the mischievous little angel in Murong Feixue's heart jumped out, gently curling a small bunch of Fuxi's hair with her fingers, then left and right, left and right again,
