Seeing Su Yin coming to the tent, the woman stood up to greet him.
The woman looked very cold, and she looked like the kind of woman who was not easy to mess with, but she was very fond of Su Yin.
"Thank you girl for saving my life."
"I'm serious, I should be the one thanking you. Without your help, Yan Feng and others would have died long ago."
Su Yin does not dislike all people from the Witch Clan. After all, Dora and Gandalf are both from the Witch Clan.
Now, it's obvious that these Wu tribesmen don't have any malicious intent.
Su Yin naturally let go of the hostility in his heart.
"Ahem..."
The Witch King coughed and wanted to say something, but because of his cough, he couldn't connect a word.
Seeing this, Su Yin stepped forward and gently held the Witch King's arm with her jade hand.
Because of the black robe covering his body, Su Yi couldn't see clearly the Witch King's face, but his arms were so white that there was no trace of blood at all.
Transferring some demonic cultivation power from the body to the Witch King, this suppressed the old wounds surging in the Witch King's body.
The two people who were guarding the Witch King were extremely excited when they saw that their master had calmed down a little instead of coughing violently.
With a plop, he knelt down behind Su Yin.
"Thank you very much for saving my lord, girl. The two of us will work as cows and horses for her to repay her for saving her life."
"Serious words!"
Su Yin withdrew his hand and shook his head.
"Your master's illness is too serious. I am only temporarily suppressing it with my magic cultivation. It will take a long time to completely cure it, and it will also require a lot of medicinal materials."
"——Girl, please heal my Lord. In order to repay the girl for saving her life, the two of us are willing to dedicate our lives for the rest of our lives and serve as slaves for the girl."
The oaths of the Witch Clan are not the same as those of the Demon Clan, but they still have the same effect.
Therefore, people from the Witch Clan and Demon Clan never make promises easily.
Otherwise, the heavy price paid is not something it can bear.
"Qingque, Qingyan, don't bother this girl, cough!"
Still coughing slightly, the Witch King stood up and took off the hat shining on his head.
Sure enough, it was just similar to Yu Wensheng's voice.
A pair of black eyes, like obsidian.
Su Yin looked into those eyes as light as water and smiled lightly.
"Witch King, how do you feel?"
"My health is much better. Thank you to this girl for helping me."
"You're welcome, as I said before, first I want to thank the Witch King for saving Yan Feng and the others."
If it were not for the Witch King and others, Yan Feng and the others would have died under the iron hoof of the demons long ago.
RockClan, great!
Since he and Qingkong are not from the same ethnic group, don't blame him for being ruthless.
"Witch King, with all due respect, the injuries in your body are very serious, and it is not suitable for long-distance exertion. Otherwise, even the Great Luo Immortal will not be able to heal the injuries in your body."
How could the Witch King not understand what Su Yin said.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was used to seeing life-and-death smiles.
"Any number of days, if it is the day I really want to return, it will be the will of the Witch God."
The witch tribe believes in the witch god.
Su Yin couldn't refute anything.
After chatting with the Witch King for some time, Su Yin left the tent and returned to the town.
And Su Yin was not worried about the demon army coming, as there were dense thunder formations surrounding the town.
Naturally, the Witch King and others can only move within a certain range, otherwise, they will not be able to avoid the pain of lightning strikes.
The next day.
There are still many things that should be purchased that have not yet been purchased.