Zuo Wanpeng looked like he had seen a ghost and exclaimed: "How is that possible?! I have beaten him before, but I never beat her like this!"
I just touched her once, and I didn’t have that much strength at all. This, this, this...
Long Qingyue lay on the wooden frame and said extremely weakly: "What do you mean? Could I still harm myself... Zuo Wanpeng, I didn't expect you to be such a timid coward... You did it yourself
I don’t even have the guts to take on the matter...ahem..."
Long Li said angrily: "Prince An, your Prince Wu actually admitted this matter, so I have nothing to say! You know his strength, he is an eight-star spirit master, and my granddaughter has just started cultivating
The spirit, not even a level of spirit power. Xiaoyue can't beat Wu Shizi, and we admit it! However, Xiaoyue's muscles and bones are severely damaged, and she is almost paralyzed. This account still needs to be settled!"
Zuo Dawei's face was livid. He stepped forward and picked up Long Qingyue's wrist. The spiritual energy poured into Long Qingyue's body along the arm, detecting the situation in her body. He suddenly frowned slightly. The tendons and veins in Long Qingyue's body were
The bones were indeed severely damaged.
He turned around and glared at Zuo Wanpeng fiercely. He knew very well that his son usually relied on his power and strength to cause trouble everywhere.
Long Qingyu on the side snickered secretly in his heart. Fortunately, Xiaoyue had the foresight.
At this moment, Zuo Wanpeng was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. He was obviously beaten, but instead he was accused of being the murderer! He almost rushed forward and pulled Long Qingyue off the wooden frame. In the valley
At that time, this little girl was clearly full of life and even kicked herself on the back. It still hurts a little.
Zuo Dawei said with some embarrassment: "For my granddaughter's injury, I will send someone to bring the best healing medicine. Can General Long return the Flowing Fire Sword to me?"
Long Li snorted coldly, "I have no control over the Flowing Fire Sword. You have to ask my granddaughter!"
Zuo Dawei's face darkened, he was really embarrassed! But he couldn't swallow the anger in his heart and said to Long Qingyue: "Niece Long, do you think you can return the Flowing Fire Sword to me?"
Long Qingyue said calmly: "It's useless for me to ask for the Flowing Fire Sword, so it's not impossible to return it to you."
Zuo Dawei was immediately delighted, "Niece Long is the most reasonable!"
"But there are conditions!" Long Qingyue interrupted him and said slowly: "I have suffered such a serious injury, and it cannot be in vain. Otherwise, I will not be able to swallow this breath of anger. If I can't swallow it, maybe I will die.
I got hot-headed, so I took the Flowing Fire Sword to see the Supreme Emperor to chat and drink tea."
Although it was just a few simple words, it sounded like a hidden threat to Zuo Dawei.
Zuo Dawei's eyes darkened, "What are niece Long's conditions?"
There is no way, who wants to hold the control of one's own affairs in other people's hands?
Long Qingyue said: "It's very simple. Just heal my injury. I also want to be a great spiritual master."
Zuo Dawei suddenly felt happy, "This is no problem, niece Long, don't worry, I will order someone to send the best healing medicine later."
Long Qingyue frowned slightly and said, "It's better than this. I'll choose it myself."
Zuo Dawei was startled, "Then how can niece Laolong go there in person? I can just order someone to deliver it." If this fool picked out all the best medicinal materials, wouldn't he be vomiting blood?
