"No!" Zhao Shenkong exclaimed, his eyes full of despair and fear of death.
He didn't want to die. He was still young and had a bright future. How could he just die here
Fang Lin didn't care how scared and desperate Zhao Shenkong was at the moment, he just had one thought anyway - to kill this turtle grandson.
Just when the big bone stick was about to fall, a ray of light suddenly fell from the sky, covering Fang Lin and Zhao Shenkong.
Fang Lin's big-boned stick was just a hair away from smashing Zhao Shenkong's head, but at such a critical moment, Fang Lin was enveloped in the white light and completely unable to move.
Zhao Shenkong also maintained his frightened and desperate expression, unable to move, but he was greatly relieved in his heart.
I'm not dead yet!
Fang Lin gritted his teeth secretly, seeing that he was about to kill Zhao Shenkong, but he did not expect that such a situation would happen. He sighed secretly in his heart, it seems that Zhao Shenkong's life should not be aborted.
"Ahem, you two should calm down. In this Danji Tower, anyone who threatens your life will be stopped, so no matter how you fight, it's meaningless." The old man in white said at this time.
Fang Lin sneered: "Who says it's meaningless? Someone is scared out of his wits, so this is very meaningful."
This was said to Zhao Shenkong in order to attack Zhao Shenkong.
As expected, Zhao Shenkong looked ugly, full of anger and unwillingness, and even more embarrassed.
Not only was he scared, but he also begged Fang Lin for mercy, and even gave his Nine Palace Bag to Fang Lin in order to survive.
Although survival is a human instinct, at this moment, when he thought of his unbearable scene, Zhao Shenkong had the urge to crawl into the cracks in the ground.
What a shame!
As the prince of the Yun Kingdom and a wizard of alchemy, at a time when his ambition was developing rapidly, he was forced to beg for mercy by Fang Lin just now. This was simply the shame of shame.
"Fang Lin, you can't kill me, I'm not done with this debt with you!" Zhao Shenkong roared, but it seemed a bit ridiculous no matter how you looked at it.
Fang Lin sneered and was about to speak when he saw the white light flash, separating the two of them and regaining their freedom.
Zhao Shenkong panted heavily and stared at Fang Lin with extremely cold eyes. The injury on his chest hurt.
He wanted to find some pills to take, but he suddenly found that his Jiugong Pouch had fallen into Fang Lin's hands.
At that moment, Zhao Shenkong looked extremely ugly and said to Fang Lin, "Give me back the Nine Palace Bag."
Fang Lin showed a mocking expression: "You gave me this Nine Palace Bag yourself, and now you come to ask for it, are you still shameless?"
Zhao Shenkong just wanted to scold his mother. Thinking of his unbearable look just now, he wanted to slap himself in the mouth.
"Fang Lin, return the Nine Palace Bag to me." Zhao Shenkong gritted his teeth and said.
Fang Lin shook his head and said with a smile: "No."
Zhao Shenkong was angry and annoyed, with a bit of sadness in his heart.
He knew very well that if the Jiugong Bag fell into Fang Lin's hands, he would probably never come back. He would not be able to defeat him, nor could he grab it forcefully.
At this moment, Zhao Shenkong felt extremely aggrieved. Facing Fang Lin, he could not take any advantage at all. Instead, he suffered losses everywhere. Now he even lost his Jiugong bag.
Zhao Shenkong really had the urge to die. The Jiugong Bag itself was nothing, but the contents of the Jiugong Bag were his Zhao Shenkong's family property, and everything was inside.
At the moment, Fang Lin happily walked to the wordless ancient stele. He was not in a hurry to understand the wordless ancient stele, but grabbed Zhao Shenkong's Nine Palace Bag in his hand.
"Hey, let me see what kind of treasures there are in here." Fang Lin said with a smile.
Zhao Shenkong stood there, almost vomiting blood, wishing he could fight Fang Lin.
Fang Lin easily erased the mark belonging to Zhao Shenkong on the Jiugong bag, and then began to check the contents of the Jiugong bag.
"Huh? Nine-legged Cordyceps? Good stuff!"
"Wow! Hundred-year-old snow spirit, not bad, not bad!"
"This ring engraved with a defensive circle is good."
"These bottles of elixirs are just so-so. They can barely be put into the eyes at will."
Fang Lin looked through the items in the Jiugong bag like a treasure, taking out every item and commenting on it.
This was done deliberately to show Zhao Shenkong, just to make this guy angry.
Sure enough, Zhao Shenkong was so angry that Fang Lin spurted out two mouthfuls of blood. The injury became more serious and he had to sit down cross-legged and use his inner strength to suppress the injury.
The injury was secondary, but the stagnant air in his chest made Zhao Shenkong extremely uncomfortable. He didn't want to see Fang Lin counting the treasures, but Fang Lin's voice kept coming, just like a reminder.
Fang Lin checked it for a while, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter. It was indeed the prince's Nine Palace Bag, and he was also a prince with a genius in alchemy. The treasures in this Nine Palace Bag were simply countless.
Especially Zhao Shenkong actually had two thousand-year-old medicinal plants. This was an unexpected surprise. Fang Lin was so happy that his nose was about to burst with snot.
"Huh? What is this?" Suddenly, Fang Lin seemed to have discovered something he didn't recognize and made a confused sound.
Zhao Shenkong glanced at it subconsciously, and his eyes suddenly burst into tears, almost roaring.
Fang Lin was seen holding a wooden comb in his hand. It was a very ordinary kind. There were even a few black and soft slender hairs wrapped around it. It was obviously a woman's hair.
Fang Lin looked around and saw that this was a very ordinary wooden comb. Although it was made of the above-mentioned good wood, it was nothing more.
Fang Lin looked at Zhao Shenkong with doubtful eyes, could this guy still be a pervert? You actually carry a wooden comb used by women with you
"Fang Lin, put it down, or you and I will fight to the death!" Zhao Shenkong roared, and walked towards Fang Lin step by step regardless of his injuries. He looked like he had fallen into madness and had forgotten all about life and death.
Fang Lin frowned, feeling that Zhao Shenkong was abnormal, and said, "Does this wooden comb mean anything to you?"
Zhao Shenkong stopped and his expression suddenly changed, with a hint of sadness and reminiscence on his face.
"This is my mother's relic." Zhao Shenkong spoke slowly, his voice seemed extremely low.
When Fang Lin heard this, he was startled for a moment, and then his face became a little complicated.
"Oh, what do I think? It's useless, I'll give it back to you." Fang Lin curled his lips and said, throwing the wooden comb towards Zhao Shenkong.
Zhao Shen caught it hurriedly and carefully placed the wooden comb close to his body.
Afterwards, Zhao Shenkong gave Fang Lin a complicated look, and without saying a word, he returned to the distance and sat down, continuing to heal his wounds.
Fang Lin surprisingly did not say anything to irritate Zhao Shenkong, and silently put away the contents of the Jiugong bag and hung it on his waist.
Immediately, Fang Lin looked at the large bluestone behind him, which was also the wordless ancient tablet mentioned by the old man in white.
However, no matter how Fang Lin looked at it, he felt that it was not like a monument, but just a useless bluestone slab that would take up space no matter where it was placed.
"Old man, what should I do?" Fang Lin asked.