Except for the wound suture, there is also some pain, and the others are no different from normal people.

The terrifying appearance of his "blood cells on the head" remained in everyone's minds.

At this time, I saw the intact boy, and the shock in my heart was simply indescribable.

Just now, Zheng Xiaopang's green jade finger was cured with magical medical skills, and he was now clasping Wang He's neck.

Her bright red lips raised slightly, revealing a light lazy smile.

"Zheng Xiaopang, why did he treat you just now? Do you want to do it like him now?"

Zheng Xiaopang was stunned at first.

Then there seemed to be a sound of the girl's clear and resolute voice when she was on the verge of death.

"Only when people live can they see new hope and happiness."

"Even if Xinyu is separated from you, she will never hope that you will give up on yourself, end your life without making any efforts or experiencing a complete life."

"Die so cowardly, even if you reach the other end of Naihe Bridge, do you have the face to see her?"

Zheng Xiaopang felt his eyes were wet and hot, and something was flowing down quickly.

He quickly wiped it away.

Master Jun is right, how can you give up on yourself?

He was also worried about his father and brother.

There are also a large group of like-minded brothers who grow up and work hard together.

Is it what Xinyu wants to see if she is addicted to the past and makes herself depraved and degenerate?

No!

He still wants many dreams that have not yet come true.

One of them is his and Xinyu’s shared dream.

They once said that they would push their God Ye to the top of the world of cultivation.

Let her become the truly supreme king.

But now, their idols and the gods they support are being attacked and framed by others.

At this time, what should he really do?

A wretched smile that was exactly the same as before appeared on Zheng Xiaopang's face.

He ran over a few steps, picked up the dagger that Wang He fell, and said with a smile: "God Lord, let me let me do it! How can you do this kind of rough work!"

He raised his dagger and drew a thread on Wang He's head.

I picked up the porcelain bottle on the ground again.

The venom that Mu Yan had just pulled out of his body was collected into the porcelain bottle.

Wang He felt the pain from his scalp and was so scared that he screamed wildly: "No, no, no, no! Don't kill me!!"

"The Marquis saves me, the Master of Jing Alliance saves me, save me quickly!!"

Zheng Xiaopang showed a sinister expression at Wang He who was crying and howling: "You said before, what is the name of this kind of potion that can remove the entire skin of a person? Oh, by the way, you don't seem to have taken it yet! Then why not, I'll take one for you now!"

"How about just call it [Skin Strike Ghost]?"

"Don't you like to peel others very much? Then try it yourself now, and the feeling of being peeled off by someone!"

After saying that, Zheng Xiaopang poured the porcelain bottle on his hand and directly poured the venom into Wang He's head.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The shrill screams resounded throughout the Fengtian Mountains, and also made most of the monks in the Demon-Slaying Square look frightened and solemn.

"...The means are so cruel, and he actually tortured a doctor with such cruel means."

"Ha, evil demons are evil demons! As expected, nature is cruel."

"If you don't kill this female devil today, I'm afraid there will be no peace in the entire cultivation world."
Chapter completed!