When the other three people heard this, they all came over and looked at Feng Muran with sincere joy and joy in their eyes.
Nangong Wenchu looked at Feng Muran, and then said with a smile: "That guy Lin Yinfeng said that if you don't wake up tonight, you're dead. I'm ready to make a coffin for you..." After that,
, smiled and said: "But I have always known that your life is tough, so you still gave up this handiwork. Sure enough... you, this brat, still survived."
Di Xiutian slapped Feng Muran on the head, and then looked at Feng Muran who was grinning because of the pain with dissatisfaction, curling his lips and said: "What kind of hero are you trying to be, you brat?
?”
He still couldn't understand his hatred after thinking about it, and slapped Feng Muran on the head again: "Don't you know how to clear the obstacles around you first before killing the guy with the fire attribute fragment? Who needs you to be so anxious?
Do you have to throw a broken sword at that big guy?"
Helian Shuiruo blinked his big eyes, with a gleam of gloating or sympathy in his eyes: "I am Feng Muran, you see, there are five of us now, and there are two of us with serious injuries.
..." As he said this, he continued to smile happily without knowing what he was saying: "Next time you fight, come stand in the middle with me..."
Feng Muran finally found the time to interrupt in the gap between everyone's words. He squinted his eyes with dissatisfaction and said with a bit of evil:
"You guys, do you still know who this prince is? Hey, you, just you, Emperor Xiutian!" As he said this, Feng Muran endured the pain, raised his right hand, and patted Emperor Xiu.
Tian's head said with some dissatisfaction: "Who are you taking pictures of? Go back and be careful. I have ordered you to kneel for three days and three nights. And you..."
Feng Muran raised his trembling fingers again and pointed at them one by one: "Who are you calling a brat? Huh? This prince saved your lives! I am your savior! This is how you treat you.
The savior? Are you tired of living?" As he spoke, Feng Muran grinned, expressing the dissatisfaction welling up from the bottom of his heart.
Di Xiutian curled his lips indifferently, and then continued to stretch out his big hand without hesitation, and patted Feng Muran on the head with a "pop" sound: "I won't talk about you anymore...
…Heroism of a mindless idiot.”
He seemed to be at ease, waving his hands and combing his hair, and continued as if he hated iron, "People like you deserve to be taught a lesson."
Nangong Wenchu smiled slightly and asked Helian Shuiruo: "Helian Shuiruo, is the food ready? It's time to go eat... Our seriously ill patient has woken up, and he doesn't know how to eat more.
A few bowls of rice."
Helian Shuiruo smiled, stretched out his slender, white fingers, pointed at the place where the aroma of rice wafted, pursed his lips angrily and said, "Nuo, they are all there, let's start eating..."
He smiled slightly at Feng Muran, blinked his big eyes and continued: "Because Lin Yinfeng said that patients who have just woken up cannot eat greasy food, so I specially cooked white porridge for you. I don't know that the third prince Feng
Are you satisfied?"
Drinking porridge alone in silence, he couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved. When Feng Muran heard this, he felt like smelling the aroma of the four people's rice.