In the big bedroom of the underground safe house, Zhang Feng is lying in his arms, letting the women push him, his current state is very strange, he can see, hear, and feel, but he can't control his body, as if he is wandering. General outside.
"What's wrong with me?"
Zhang Feng muttered secretly, but couldn't say anything.
No matter how the women are tossing, calmly and carefully understand their own state.
First of all, physically, I found out that the internal organs, muscles, bones, and even neural networks and meridians are about to belch because of the vitality of life.
However, the original Qi that was so weak that it was almost imperceptible became very strange.
Zhen Qi is colorless and invisible. I can feel it, but I can't see it. When Zhang Feng could look inside for the first time, he couldn't see the Zhen Qi in the meridians.
At this moment, there are still strands of airflow in the withered meridians, appearing from time to time.
When an ice-cold pure yin air poured into the meridians, those strands of air flow, like a beast that found its prey, all hula la la rushed up, enveloping it with pure yin air, and swept away in smoke. Back in the pubic area.
Zhang Feng hurriedly followed his control of consciousness, and after entering the dantian, a scene that surprised him appeared.
The empty dantian is like a huge ball, with faint redness around it, and in the center of this space, strands of airflow discs are entwined with each other to form a "ball of wool."
In the center of the ball of yarn is the pure Yin air that is entrapped. It is very soft, like a little girl surrounded by a group of strong men, shivering.
Slowly, the strands of air flow merged with the air of pure Yin, and there was a trace of golden air flow, which no longer appeared and disappeared from time to time, but was real.
When the pure Yin Qi is assimilated, the air flow in the center of the dantian completely becomes a golden "ball of wool."
"This is... my true anger?"
Zhang Feng was puzzled and simply tried to control it.
With a movement of consciousness, the ball of yarn is like a machine that has received instructions, and immediately separates a golden thread and rushes into the meridians.
At this moment, Zhang Feng couldn't help but let out a sigh: "I lost... It's so comfortable!"
When the women in the bedroom heard Zhang Feng’s voice, they were stunned for a while, then cheered, and then
When Xue Chen showed his body skills, he patted his mouth one by one.
"Don't say anything, Zhang Feng's injury is getting better, Rongrong, you can work harder!" Ye Qingxuan showed the elder sister's demeanor again, calmly and calmly, and then quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhang Feng can speak out, indicating that there is still a rescue!
"I... I..." Ai Rongrong said with difficulty, "I will try my best!"
How can I do my best? I cannot describe it here, and a thousand words are omitted.
Putting aside the women, Zhang Feng is indulging in the comfort of meridian repair and cannot extricate himself.
Whenever a thread of gold passes through the meridian like a river, the withered meridian will regain its vitality. When this thread of gold returns to the meridian, it will grow stronger.
In this way, countless golden threads ran through the meridians, gradually repairing Zhang Feng's meridians. However, the pure yin qi that continuously entered the meridians suddenly disappeared.
The total amount of gold thread is so much, without pure Yin Qi to cooperate with the transformation, the gold thread will no longer increase, and the speed of repairing the meridians cannot continue to increase.
"Strange, the golden thread is my true qi, which can be controlled, but what exactly is it, is it a monk like Feng Lei Zhenren, exclusive, higher-level true qi?" Zhang Feng couldn't figure it out and fell into contemplation. .
This caused Zhang Feng's brows to tighten for a while.
"Something's wrong, Zhang Feng's injury has stopped recovering!"
Xue Chen found Zhang Feng's abnormality, and squatted down on the bedside to probe Zhang Feng's pulse. She also frowned at this detection.
"Rongrong, work harder!" Ye Qingxuan said in a deep voice.
Ai Rongrong simply lay on Zhang Feng, gasping for breath, and took a break before speaking, "No, I'm going to die."
"..."
The women were silent, very anxious, and afraid to talk nonsense, they all cast their eyes on Ye Qingxuan and stretched out her hands.
As the eldest sister, you have to stand up and make up your mind at this time.
"Can Lin Fei work?" Ye Qingxuan turned to look at the twins, dizzy.
The two girls looked exactly the same, and they couldn't tell the difference between their bodies. Standing there silently, no one could tell who was who. There was a feeling that they had hallucinations.
"No way, her cultivation base is too low!"
Siqing spoke, shook his head, his expression sad.
Siyu couldn't help but said, "Where can I find a woman with a high level of cultivation
If it's a young girl, I will really take it. Why didn't the father arrange more women back then to keep a spare for my husband! "
She can say this, but others can't say it.
The scene seemed to be deadlocked, and no one said anything for a while.
"Hey..." At this moment, Xue Chen sighed long, looked at Ye Qingxuan, and said helplessly: "Sister, have you forgotten, there is another woman who has an eighth-rank cultivation base, looks good, and has a very good body. It is even more difficult. The thing is, she has a deep love for Zhang Feng. The only problem is that she wants to take Zhang Feng away from us and let her succeed. In the future, we will have a very powerful enemy, a love rival!"
After hearing this, the faces of a group of women became weird, and they all looked at Ye Qingxuan again.
No matter when and where, no one except Ye Qingxuan can make a decision.
"You mean Tao Xian?"
Ye Qingxuan's small face was strange, with a little tangled, and a little bit unwilling.
Xue Chen nodded, did not speak, let Ye Qingxuan consider it for himself.
If it weren't for Zhang Feng's use of the Night Wind Frenzy Art, which caused great physical damage and entered a near-death state, she would not give Tao Xian a chance, then the girl would be a disaster!
You must know that behind Tao Xian is the Presbyterian Church of Dark Night Gate, and when Zhang Feng returned to China, the private plane was secretly damaged and almost destroyed.
The main messenger behind the scenes is inseparable from the elders' association.
"Call and ask her to come over immediately!"
Ye Qingxuan straightened her back, with a graceful posture and a strong aura, like a queen guarding the emperor's bed. When the emperor is critically ill, one person can hold up the whole situation.
Xue Chen didn't respond, but with a wry smile, he took out his mobile phone, found Tao Xian's number, and dialed it.
"Zhang Feng was injured and was dying. You and him need to be repaired to save his life. Are you willing to..."
Before finishing talking, there was a scream from the phone: "Ah...what did you say, Zhang Feng is injured, where are you, I'll rush over!"
Come on, the slug's affection for Zhang Feng couldn't be more obvious.
Xue Chen laughed bitterly again, reported the address, and hung up the phone.
She turned to look at Zhang Feng, who was still drowsy, stretched out her hand to stroke his face, and muttered: "Back then, I wanted to fly with you, but now, you are flying with a group of women. Are you tired, bad guys? ?"
(End of this chapter)