-"You said there is no medicine, why are you still fighting?!"
Zhuang Yuheng was anxious. He was also in a panic and uneasy mood at the moment. He did not realize that the two of them had to be separated due to the enchantment technique in the death arena. Win or lose.
"Look at you, how old are you, how can you be so childish? If word gets out that one is the dignified Lord Si Chen, and the other is the Lord of Yue Yue Wangchuan, fighting for a woman to the point where the world turns pale, wouldn't you? Are you ashamed?!"
The two of them did not respond to his words, but each began to accumulate mana, as if they were going to give the other a fatal blow.
“Stop it! After ten hours, Weiwei will drink a bowl of soup made from Huangquan Sungrass. One bowl of soup will require three Sungrass plants. After another ten hours, another bowl will be needed, and so on. At least three bowls will make it possible for the girl to wake up. On the other hand, if you stop taking the medicine during this period...it would be nice to kill one of her companions."
Gu Cangyue and Mo Tingfeng only had eyes for each other at this moment, their magic power was condensing around them, and neither of them paid attention to him. Zhuang Yuheng was so angry that he couldn't do anything about them, so he stopped talking to them and turned around and disappeared back to the Marrow Washing Hall. He felt upset even if he looked at them more than once.
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"I will try my best this time. If you want to blame me, I blame you for liking someone else, but you have to like her."
"I am still I can’t die, I have to fight for her to get the medicine, Master Cang Yue, I’m offended.”
While speaking, both of them used ten of their power to deliver a fatal blow to each other!
Surprisingly, as if they had agreed upon it, neither of them retreated. Precisely because they did not dodge, neither of these killing moves hit each other, but narrowly missed each other and flew towards the void—— In fact, they didn't intend to actually kill each other. They just said harsh words in the hope that they could defeat each other as soon as possible, so that they could break the barrier and save Song Weichen.
The two of them hit the barrier with all their strength. They never expected that the barrier of the Death Arena, which originally needed to be resolved to determine the winner, was immediately torn to pieces. After all, they are among the best. Peak-level combat power, the power of this thunderous thunder is unbearable even for such a barrier.
Mo Tingfeng was the first to stop when he saw this, "I didn't hurt you, did I? Yu Heng is right, it's really childish. If you don't fight, I'll admit defeat."
"Take less of it. If you really want to hurt me, it won't be that easy. There is no win or lose in today's battle. If we don't fight, it won't be interesting." Unknowingly, Gu Cangyue spoke to Mo Tingfeng and no longer claimed to be me. , indicating that Gu Cangyue more or less recognized him in her heart.
A fierce fight can actually bring out some sympathy between two people who dislike each other.
Gu Cangyue admired in her heart that Mo Tingfeng was worthy of being the most powerful fighter in the world. He was indeed affected by some kind of forbidden backlash and was unable to use his full strength, but she was still no match for him.
Mo Tingfeng, on the other hand, admired and even envied Gu Cang Yue's courage to speak out and do things without being sloppy at all. Unlike him, he had too many rules and too many self-imposed limitations. In addition, Gu Cang Yue did save Song Weichen, even though she may never be with him again, he still misses Gu Cang Yue from the bottom of his heart.
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"I will set off immediately to find the Huangquan Sun Grass. Weiwei... I will ask you to take care of me and say goodbye."
"Wait." Gu Cangyue called. Zhu Mo Tingfeng threw him a small jade bottle, "You have backlash and forcefully use force. It is inevitable that your soul will be damaged. This medicine can help you recover."
After a pause, he found a reason for his actions, "I am not sympathizing with you, but there are many ferocious beasts and demons in the extreme north of Huangquan. I am worried that you will not be able to bring back Huangquan Sun Grass if you die there, so it will be delayed." "Treat Weiwei."
There was only one red pill in the small jade bottle. Mo Tingfeng poured it out and took it. "Thank you."
"The far north is remote, even if I wait for my journey. It takes three hours to go back and forth. You go first. I know someone who has some wild ways in the land of Meijie and Huangquan. Let's go find him first and search through the bottom of the box. You may gain something."
"Are you talking about the Sad Painting Fan? She is afraid of gold and fire, and will not have the underworld sun grass." Mo Tingfeng said. Gu Cangyue shook her head and said, "It's a businessman named Shu Yulong who has lived in Youmeni for a long time. Without further ado, let's set off separately and meet up at the Marrow Washing Hall later." After saying that, Gu Cangyue disappeared.
"Shu Yulong, it's Shu Yulong again, what is the background of this person, so that the Lord of Wangchuan can be interested in him." Mo Tingfeng thought to himself that he had asked someone to check his details, but they couldn't find out anything about him. There are flaws, but the more this happens, the more suspicious this person is, and you must not be careless about him.
But these are all things for later, the most important thing now is to find the Sun Grass quickly.
He felt his magic power and internal strength, and found that he had recovered eighty-nine points, and his soul had been basically restored. Gu Cangyue's medicine must be a precious thing of the immortal family, and it was indeed amazing.
If he is like this, a round trip to the land in the far north of the underworld can be shortened to two and a half hours at the fastest, which means there are less than eight hours left to find herbs. Without further ado, he needs to leave as soon as possible. .
Thinking of this, he identified the direction in the air, and quickly headed towards the extreme north of Huangquan.
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The huge marrow washing hall was extremely quiet.
Zhuang Yuheng withdrew his attendants and quietly watched over Song Weichen who was in a coma.
I don’t know when, Gu Cangyue’s auxiliary soul disappeared from the palace. It may be that he was recalled by the Lord of Wangchuan to search for Sun Grass. There was a huge tearing sound of the barrier in the air in front of half a stick of incense. Only then did he realize that the barrier that had previously blocked him was actually a death battle arena. No wonder the two of them kept fighting. Zhuang Yuheng shook his head and came back to look at Song Weichen in front of him.
He remembered what the proprietress of the rouge shop said to him that day when they went shopping together on Water Street, "I'm afraid the girl is Lord Sikong's pet peeve." Thinking of this, he smiled to himself, yes It's true that he is a piece of meat, but there are too many wolves who care about this piece of meat, and he really can't grab it.
"I only hope that you will be well, and I have nothing else to ask for." He whispered to the unconscious little man.
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Of course Song Weichen couldn't hear it, she was trapped in a nightmare at the moment.
She and Sang Pu were trapped in a cramped and dark attic in the backyard of Uncle Guo's house. Song Weichen was very confused. She was obviously just dreaming, "Isn't she just a third-person perspective?", but why couldn't she leave the room? She wanted to talk to Sang Pu, but the latter couldn't hear or see her.
To be precise, wherever Sang Pu went, Song Weichen would follow her passively like a ghost.
At first, I accompanied her to the brazier, watching her cry silently under the hijab. Her hands hidden in her sleeves trembled, and she threw two word cards that read "Nothing to do with the romance" and "Go far away" into the brazier. , a tear dropped in, and with a squeak, a trace of white smoke rose.
After watching them burn to embers, she stepped over the brazier and entered the house through the main entrance, and paid homage to her uncle-in-law as a head wife. He was a fat old man in his fifties who had a big belly and looked greasy and lustful. His yellow teeth looked even more wanton due to his grin, which made Song Weichen feel sick for Sang Pu.
The old man couldn't hold back even when he was praying. Taking advantage of the opportunity to help Sang Pu up, he squeezed and rubbed her waist and buttocks vigorously. It was obvious that Sang Pu's body was extremely tight. But she didn't hide after all.
Isn’t Mo Tingfeng in the dream bad? Song Weichen couldn't figure out what she was thinking about marrying this old man. But speaking of it...it seemed like Mo Tingfeng hadn't appeared in her dreams for a long time. Could it be that he had betrayed her? Song Weichen curled his lips. The kind of scheming man who changes his mind when he changes his mind is not worthy of her humiliation and marrying a piece of fat, right?
Suddenly thinking of something, Song Weichen shuddered. Well, given her current state of urination, would she be forced to watch Sang Pu and Fatty’s bridal night? !