Chapter 1295 The sad and tragic Shen Yaozong strong one
"Well," Feng Ruqing smiled lightly, "I never thought of finding the Divine Medicine Sect so soon. Since you plan to hide Concubine Qin, I will go there myself at that time. As for now..."
The young man was panicking in his heart, but he never showed it on his face. He gritted his teeth and said, "What do you want to do now?"
"You let Concubine Qin run away, then you will be left alone."
Buzz!
The giant pot was so excited that the young man could feel the pot's saliva and wanted to rush down and swallow him whole.
"I...I am from the Divine Medicine Sect..." The young man stepped back in panic.
Before he could find a chance to escape, Wu Yu was already blocking his back, leaving him with no way to retreat.
The eyes of the others were also filled with astonishment. Although Feng Ruqing had a high-level holy warrior under his command, the Divine Medicine Sect had been able to survive on the continent for many years, and its foundation was not generally strong.
If Feng Ruqing and the Divine Medicine Sect resist, there will be no good outcome.
but……
When everyone saw the giant pot hovering above Feng Ruqing's head, they fell into silence again.
No one knows what the strength of this pot is, but it can make a high-level holy warrior surrender to Feng Ruqing. Presumably his power... is beyond the imagination of the world. If it exists, maybe Feng Ruqing still has it.
The ability to resist the Divine Medicine Sect...
"Xiao Guo, destroy him for me." Feng Ruqing's eyes swept across the young man's face and said expressionlessly.
The giant pot buzzed, seeming a little confused.
Master doesn’t want to turn this human being into a slave?
"I am not short of thugs now, but my mother's Fengyun Mansion should be short of a toilet sweeper. You cripple one of his arms, and then leave him to clean the toilets of Fengyun Mansion."
hiss!
Everyone couldn't help but gasped.
This young man is not as strong as Wu Yu, but he is still a holy warrior. Let a holy warrior clean the toilet? This is a waste of resources.
What a waste!
The corners of Mr. Mu's eyes twitched, and he stared at Feng Ruqing with sad eyes.
You are not short of thugs, but I am. If you don’t need them, give them to me.
After all, he is also a holy warrior, and his level in the Divine Medicine Sect seems to be quite high. You want him to clean the toilet?
"Qing'er, there is no shortage of toilet cleaners in Fengyun Mansion."
Nalan Yan's smile was light and charming.
Just when the young man had time to breathe a sigh of relief, Nalan Yan's voice sounded again.
"There is no shortage in Fengyun Mansion, but compared to the shortage of toilet cleaners in General Mansion, how about this? You can throw him to General Mansion and give him to your grandpa, and let your grandpa arrange him well."
Even after Nalan Yan said this, Feng Ruqing couldn't force someone to go to Fengyun Mansion.
She stroked her chin with her fingers and smiled: "The queen mother is right, it is best to let grandpa arrange him. After all, he is also a holy warrior. In addition to cleaning the toilet, he can also train for our Nalan family.
Soldiers, the Iron-Blooded Legion also needs such people to train them."
A capable person works hard, and finally caught a holy warrior that she didn't need to use, but she had to let him play the final role no matter what.
When the young man listened to these people's clear arrangements for him in a few words, his heart suddenly felt cold, as if he was in hell.
Sect Master, these people are too scary, I want to go home...
No matter how much the young man shed tears of grievance and hatred, these people in front of him showed no mercy at all.