"Be patient with your mother!" Nan Ming's mask of gentleness in this life was torn to pieces.
Feng Danyuan: "..." Good intentions are just like the liver and lungs of a donkey. I advise you, but you greet my mother instead.
"Feng Danyuan, how long will it take?" Nan Ming started to lose his temper.
"If it's fast, half an hour, if it's slow, it's an hour." Feng Danyuan told the truth.
"Then hurry up!"
"Can you fucking speak well?" Feng Danyuan was not a master of self-cultivation, so he immediately replied.
"I'm like this, how do you expect me to speak?" Nan Ming cursed to vent his anger.
"Why don't you just wash your meridians? It's not like I haven't washed them before, so what's the matter?"
“I don’t have ‘Canghailu’!”
"Then you don't have to be envious. You won't be able to have it in this life, the next life, or the next life."
…
The two exchanged words back and forth until Feng Danyuan took back "Canghailu" angrily: "Okay, I'm done washing it. See if you can still speak, I don't think you'll die."
Nan Ming lay on the snow, panting like an ox, and the last bit of his strength was used up while arguing with Feng Danyuan.
Feng Danyuan, who was looking relaxed, looked at him and sneered: "Why are you trying? I don't know how many pounds you have? If you want to save face and suffer, I'm talking about you."
Nanming: "..."
Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated!
However, at this moment, he no longer had the energy to glare at others, let alone yell at them.
A gentleman's revenge is never too late in ten years. Feng Danyuan, you bastard, just wait for me!
Feng Danyuan, who was silently criticized, said in a good mood: "Are you angry? Don't tell me what you can do to me now. Even if you return to normal, what can you do to me? Save it."
Nanming was so angry that her heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys ached.
However, Feng Danyuan felt that it was meaningless for him to be the only one to speak. To tit-for-tat and then trample the person completely under his feet would show that he was more skilled in fighting people. Now...forget it, he would save his breath.
"It's almost done. I'll transfer some of the divine power from the Chongming Gong into your body. It won't be so painful. You can just take a nap."
Nan Ming looked at Feng Danyuan suspiciously.
Soon, "doubt" turned into "confirmation".
It won't be that painful? Just take a nap?
Go to hell!
Nanming had just gone through a lot of deboning with ice knives, and now he was roasting his bones with fire. His skin and flesh were shivering in the cold in the snow, but the fire was raging in his body. In the sourness of the two worlds of ice and fire, his brain was even more like plucking strings.
Same, twitching in waves.
Nan Ming had only one thought again: it would be better to just die...
I don’t know how long it took, but when Nan Ming felt his soul leave his body and float to the top of his head to look down at him, everything finally ended.
Feng Danyuan finally used "Canghailu" to restore Nanming's physical strength and said: "Try the bow again."
Nanming's soul returned to his body.
When he stood up, the hot and cold torture just now seemed like a dream. Not only was his whole body filled with internal energy, but his body felt like it had been thoroughly cleansed. All the obstacles he had in practicing in the past disappeared, and there was a familiar power in the smoothness.
Return.
That was a divine power that belonged to ancient times, and he once had it.
Now, it's back again.
Although it is a drop in the bucket compared to Chi You, it is back.
