Su Heqing quietly sat cross-legged on the carriage and began to slowly restore the true energy in her body.
Fang Zheng lay there helplessly, watching Su Heqing practice.
Reiki to him is like water to fish.
So he can clearly detect...
In her body, there was extremely powerful spiritual energy that was slowly transforming into something strange.
It should be the true essence.
Do I still have this function?
Only now did Fang Zheng understand why Su Heqing asked his maid and servant to lower the curtain... After all, she seemed to be some kind of candidate for a saint?
The dignified candidate for the saint is lying on his arm, licking his own blood like a puppy. Well... it's somewhat tempting.
The feeling is charming and moving.
Anyway, Fang Zheng was very shameful... and didn't respond.
He was in a state of almost suffocation, top-heavy and light-footed. It was strange to be able to react in this state.
But he felt somewhat grateful to the Su Heqing in front of him who said he wanted to take his own blood.
Hmm... She didn't cut my wrist directly to draw blood, but sucked the blood from the wound I had hit before. From this point of view, she was probably worried that I was too scared.
It's probably similar to when killing a pig. To prevent the pig from being too frightened, you have to kill it instantly to prevent the meat from becoming sour?!
Nonsense, Fang Zheng felt like he was suffering from Stockmore Syndrome.
But anyway...
You must find a way to escape.
The Su Can outside just cut off the head of that Cang Yue Taoist without any hesitation... With such a natural and casual movement, it was obvious that he might have a lot of lives on his hands.
And this Su Heqing's strength is even comparable to that of the martial masters in his own world.
Wu Zun...what's the concept? Hit me ten thousand times without taking a breath, okay?
Moreover, the immortal cultivator is not the omnipotent immortal that he imagined, but more like a person who is lingering in the wasteland for a long time. Can such a person expect her to be kind to him?
This is a crueler world.
With such a level of cultivation, it is absolutely impossible for him to be a soft little white rabbit.
Fang Zheng stared hard at Su Heqing, who was sitting cross-legged in front of him, and couldn't help but frown tightly.
Escape...must escape.
No matter how much she respects me, she can't change the fact that she wants to use me to refine medicine. If she doesn't run away now, when she reaches her sect, she will be surrounded by a large circle of martial masters and martial saints.
There was no hope of escape at all.
But how to escape?
Opposite me is a person who is at least a Martial Lord, and may even have a strength that is superior to that of a Martial Lord, and I...well, it's no different from a disability.
Lying here unable to move, doesn't it mean that you can only resign yourself to fate?
Fang Zheng was filled with complex thoughts. On the one hand, he knew that if Su Heqing recovered his cultivation, he would probably have no room to escape. On the other hand, he had considerable self-knowledge and knew that even if Su Heqing lost his
In addition to their fighting ability, any one of the five outside can rub themselves and play with them.
It's just me and her now... How about holding her hostage?
Fang Zheng managed to raise his head, and then determined that even if she sat still, he might not even have the strength to climb on her, so how could he hold her hostage?
Do you want to use quantum mechanics to escape?
It seems that we can only leave it to fate.
Fang Zheng sighed dejectedly, unable to move. He was injured and tired, and a lot of blood had just been licked away by this bitch. He must have lost too much blood... He gradually fell into a deep sleep.
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………………………………
DONG DONG DONG!!!
Accompanied by a burst of very rhythmic sound.
Fang Zheng suddenly opened his eyes.
Only then did he wake up.
No, it’s dangerous... I actually fell asleep at such a critical moment?!
Now that I am in crisis, every moment is extremely dangerous. How can I waste time sleeping?
He struggled instinctively, but his body felt suspended, and he lay on the ground with a bang.
Fang Zheng: "………………………………"
He stared blankly at the familiar ceiling above his head.
It’s not the old carriage shed roof, and there’s no charming pseudo-saintess from the sect around him.
As if everything was just a dream.
This is your own room.
Although it is rented, every piece of furniture here is made by myself with countless efforts, including the familiar computer, swivel chair, wardrobe, and the big pillow of Senior Sister Qingqing on the bed.
I'm back.
I actually traveled back in time again?
Or is it just a dream?
Then, looking at the burning pain in his elbow, Fang Zheng knew that it was not a dream.
It should be that I have traveled back in time again.
So... the crisis that was giving me such a headache just now that I was about to be beaten was just like that lifted?!
Fang Zheng blinked his eyes and sat up.
Sure enough, the familiar air and the oxygen breathed into the lungs were clearly the richest and pure spiritual energy.
It felt like he was in a sauna from his throat to his lungs, and it was so comfortable that he couldn't help but want to moan.
Oh my god...
Have I always lived in such a happy era?
After going to that world where spiritual energy was so scarce that it was difficult for him to move, Fang Zheng realized how happy he was now. With this rich spiritual energy, he felt that if that martial saint came here... she might not be drunk with happiness.
Is the aura drunk to death?
Fortunately, it has nothing to do with me anymore.
Fangzheng stood up and realized that the sound of "dong-dong-dong" had been ringing in a very rhythmic manner since just now.
What woke me up was the knock on the door.
But on my own body, I was so naked... that I had no hair left on my body.
What's the meaning?!
I traveled back in time and left my clothes there?!
Fang Zheng hurriedly grabbed a set of pajamas and put them on.
Went to the living room and opened the door.
Outside the door, stood two beautiful women, one large and one small.
The younger one is twelve or thirteen years old, with a long ponytail, a round face that looks cute and cute, and a pair of big black and white eyes that are round and full of spirit. At first glance, he looks like the kind of person who can't sit still.
girl.
The eldest one is about in her early twenties. She is tall, almost as tall as Fang Zheng as a man. She has short black hair and a fair and stern face. She is beautiful, but if you see her, what is most likely to be ignored is that
She is beautiful only because her eyes are so sharp, like knives, that people can't help but feel timid just looking at them.
tassel.
Fang Zheng’s childhood sweetheart’s classmate.
At such a young age, it is said that he is already a martial artist with high strength, ranking among the best even in Jielin City.
At this time, she was holding her niece in one hand, and it looked as if she was coming to investigate.
Such an attitude of mobilizing troops and mobilizing people made Fang Zheng's heart suddenly sink.
This girl...could she have been caught?!
Could it be that she gave me away?
No, tomorrow is the time to confess... What is she doing here at this time?
And the little girl held in her hand by tassels...
"Hey, hey, you slept really well. We knocked on the door for a long time before you opened it. Are you doing something shameful to your pillow?"
Liu Xiaomeng smiled at Fang Zheng with a flattering smile on her face.
"Fangzheng, you..."
Liusu just said three words, then paused, her slender sword-like eyebrows raised sideways, and asked: "You smell of blood, are you injured?!"