Thousands of miles overseas, one sword slashed, which made the Japanese priest lose his temper and finally allowed Xia Tian to leave.

Even after a hundred years, Wei Sandao's reputation is still impressive, and no one dares to provoke easily.

At the same time, this also refreshed Xia Tian's understanding of the demigod. The so-called Baili Sword came before, and with one sword, it still existed in the legend. With Wei Mian's actions, Xia Tian also clearly realized that the demigod was far less simple than what he had come into contact with now.

"Thank you for your actions to save me from the fire and my life is hanging."

Wei Mian laughed and said, "You have to be polite, everything is what you deserve."

After saying that, Wei Mian coughed violently a few times. He looked haggard and obviously was injured.

Xia Tian had heard people say that Wei Mian had a stubborn disease after suppressing the gods with one sword, and he did not shoot for decades. It is said that Wei Mian could only shoot three more times at that time. When he suppressed the gods, he made another one. Now, in order to help Xia Tian, ​​he made another one.

So now Wei Mian should have to make the last blow.

And if the last sword is out, Wei Mian's life may have come to an end.

Therefore, this time Wei Mian helped Xia Tian, ​​which was definitely helping her with her life. Xia Tian naturally had to remember this kindness.

Looking at Wei Mian's weak appearance, Xia Tian hurriedly said, "Senior, you sacrifice your life to save me this time. I will never thank you for your kindness. I remember it in my heart. Isn't it important for the injuries on my senior body?"

"It's not in the way."

Wei Mian waved his hand, and a faint smile always appeared on his face, like a kind elder, which was completely inconsistent with his great reputation outside.

Then Wei Mian looked at the Red House opposite and said, "You woke up from a coma. The body of the demigod has repaired the internal injuries on your body. Now that it has been healed, you don't have to stay in my villa and leave anymore. Go to the opposite side."

Wei Mian issued an order to expel guests. He didn't seem to like someone staying in his villa for too long. In fact, since Wei Mian came here with a sword to suppress the gods, no one came to disturb him in the villa. Even every time Zhuge Honglou came here to find him, he would come and go there in a hurry.

Xia Tian was also tactful and hurriedly said goodbye to Wei Mian, and then walked out of the other courtyard.

Outside the villa is a cliff, and opposite the cliff is the Red Mansion.

There was heavy snow in the sky, and the endless cold formed two extremes with the other courtyard.

Xia Tian stood on the edge of the cliff, and a true qi cyclone was instantly dragging him to a low altitude, and then crossed the cliff a hundred meters.

The door of the Red Mansion, which was originally closed opposite, suddenly opened. Inside, Zhao Jinglun moved over in a wheelchair.

"Boss."

Zhao Jinglun looked at Xia Tian with a happy smile on his face: "You are so awake."

"Um."

Xia Tian nodded, walked towards Zhao Jinglun's side, and then pushed his wheelchair from behind: "How is it like here?"

“Everything is pretty good.”

Zhao Jinglun said: "But Master is not very good. I feel that his deadline is approaching, so he has been teaching me his unique skills in his life during this period."
Chapter completed!