"Amitabha."
The monk came out, looked at the scene, murmured softly, and sighed.
The sect leader of the hidden sect had been practicing for many years without leaving the mountain gate. Unexpectedly, he died here after this trip. Looking at the dead person on the ground, he sighed softly.
A powerful person at the peak level of a generation of God King was actually killed just like that, life and death, regardless of a moment...
Xuanyuan Moze looked at him and said in a low voice with a hint of coldness: "Master, are you going to take this body back to report?" When Fengjiu sent the message back, he knew that she must have been seriously injured. If she wasn't seriously injured, she wouldn't have delayed her return.
With her cultivation level, she would either not be injured or be seriously injured. Even if she didn't say it, he could guess it. Therefore, when he knew that she was seriously injured, he was filled with murderous intent. He not only wanted to kill the leader of this hidden sect, but also wanted to destroy the hidden sect as well!
Whoever dares to touch him will be killed by him!
"Ze, I'm back."
Feng Jiu's gentle voice came with a bit of ease and smile. When Xuanyuan Moze heard her voice, he immediately looked in the direction of the voice. When that figure came into his eyes, his murderous aura and coldness disappeared at this moment.
The black figure took a breath and flew over, and in the blink of an eye he was beside Fengjiu.
"How are you? Are your injuries feeling better?" Xuanyuan Moze asked, holding her shoulders with both hands and looking her up and down carefully.
Feng Jiu pursed her lips and smiled, she stretched out her arms to hug his waist, buried her whole body in his arms, and said softly: "I'm fine, but the wounds on my body still hurt a little."
Her voice was gentle but a little tired, and Xuanyuan Moze's heart tightened when he heard it. He asked hurriedly: "Where does it hurt? Have you applied the medicine?"
"Yes, the medicine has been applied." She replied.
"I'll take you back." He said, and then he turned his hand, picked her up sideways, and walked towards the house on tiptoe.
Seeing Feng Jiu being taken away by Xuanyuan Moze, Ye Feifei nudged Du Fan next to her with her elbow and said, "Hey, is this man her husband?"
Du Fan glanced at her, moved his hand, grabbed her collar and took her to the house.
"Hey, hey! Why are you pulling my clothes? Let me go, let me go!" Ye Feifei held the collar tightly with both hands, which was a bit tight on her neck. She felt very uncomfortable as she was being carried away. She kicked her feet and tried to kick him, but he avoided her.
Leng Shuang was watching from behind, and when she saw the two of them like this, she smiled slightly and followed them.
When they arrived at the courtyard, Du Fan let go of Ye Feifei's collar and said to her, "You stay here first... Okay!"
Before he could say anything, he felt a strong blow between his legs. He clamped his legs together in pain. He wanted to reach down to cover his wound but couldn't. He just bent his knees and waist and twisted his body with a red face, as if he couldn't breathe. His face turned red.
"I asked you to grab my collar! Do you want to strangle me to death? Do you really think I'm easy to bully?"
Ye Feifei glared with her hands on her hips. Seeing Du Fan twisting his legs tightly together, she snorted and raised her eyebrows with a hint of pride and provocation, saying, "Don't be uncomfortable. It will only hurt for a while. The functions you need can still be used. It won't be useless."