And at the moment when the sword elder finger shot white light and shot into Ling Mufeng's body, among Ling Mufeng's festering remnants, hundreds of dazzling blue rays suddenly bloomed.

The shining blue light that rose all over covered Ling Mufeng's entire broken body.

At the same moment when the blue mangs rose, the fragments of rags covered by Ling Mufeng's remnants all turned into flying ashes and drifted away with the wind. At the same time, his tattered, inhuman-like body began to grow and heal at a rate visible to the naked eye.

After three breaths, Ling Mufeng's body, which was still as broken as the scene of the car accident that had been crushed several times, returned to the same sound and good as when he was sleeping peacefully in bed before.

In an instant, with the last part of his face completely healed, Ling Mufeng, who had previously lost consciousness and passed out due to severe pain, was conscious with his eyes suddenly opened.

"Uhh

Ling Mufeng, who woke up like a nightmare, suddenly moved to sit up when he was screaming strange sounds.

"Whew-whew-"

Ling Mufeng, whose eyes were full of fear and tears in his eyes, looked at the chest cavity that had been exploded in his impression as he gasped for breath.

Seeing his intact chest, Ling Mufeng, who was suddenly relieved, exhaled in his mouth, and lay back on the thick soil under him like a deflated ball.

And at this moment, Ling Mufeng was stunned to find that he could no longer feel the sporadic pain that he had really felt before he fainted.

At present, what Ling Mufeng can feel is only what he can feel when he is not in a hot spring, a soothing warmth.

Although he was only lying in the dirt pit now, Ling Mufeng really felt that he was not in the hot spring water - it felt like Ling Mufeng was extremely comfortable, his eyes narrowed, as if he was about to fall asleep beautifully.

In an instant, Ling Mufeng, who was trembling, suddenly moved his hands - he was suddenly frightened, and he groped his body like crazy with both hands.

After a few explorations, Ling Mufeng was shocked to find that there was no wound depression on his body, which should exist in his impression.

While groping around, the skin touch transmitted from the fingertips of the ten fingers was as smooth as fat, making Ling Mufeng feel as if his body skin had been coated with a layer of essential oil at some point.

At this time, if it weren't for the bits and pieces of meat hanging on the blood-colored mud wall, it was completely real in front of Ling Mufeng's eyes. If it weren't for the disgusting fishy stench that lingered around his body, it was constantly irritating Ling Mufeng's nasal cavity.

If it weren't for that, Ling Mufeng would really treat what Shicai had experienced as a nightmare and forget about it.

However, now, no matter how unbelievable Rao is Ling Mufeng is, everything is really in front of him, so he can't believe it or forget it.

"Huh~What a little ......"

In an instant, he stared at Ling Mufeng, who was naked in the pit, looked at his lower body, and shouted with disdain, "Hmph, the little ghost is really the little ghost." ”

"I said, why are you two still there? Keep saying hello, don't stop! Didn't you see that the guests had finished eating? Why don't you hurry up and get on again? What a lack of eyesight! ”

Sword Elder Yu shouted dissatisfied, and waved his big hand, signaling the two puppets to come again.

"Wait—poof——!"

When Ling Mufeng heard this, he hurriedly stretched out his arm to speak, intending to ask.

However, after he only said the first word of his words, he was forcibly interrupted by the moment he followed the order of the sword elder.

In an instant, the boxing blow that landed on Ling Mufeng's façade again beat Ling Mufeng's words that had reached his lips and swallowed them hard.

Instead, it was the blood that Ling Mufeng's blurted out.

Then, Twilight also set off.

Immediately afterwards, the two live puppets faced Ling Mufeng and beat them to death......

Instant and Twilight seemed to be tired of attacking and beating them to the death, and it lasted until the night when the old man shouted to stop.

During this period, Ling Mufeng passed out due to severe injuries no less than 100 times.

Every time, it was only after Ling Mufeng had completely passed out that the old man of the sword came to heal him. After being cured, a new round of blasting will follow.

The two living puppets of Instant and Dusk, like tireless machines, except for the moment when the sword elder shouted to stop and treated Ling Mufeng halfway, until the sword elder took them back, during which they maintained an endless series of shots......

It was late at night, and in the secret realm, there was no trace of Jian Lao and the pair of puppets.

At this moment, in the entire secret realm, only Ling Mufeng was left lying alone on the endless mud floor full of gravel and weeds.

Looking at the stars in the sky and Ling Mufeng, who had nothing to do, he couldn't help but think of his relatives at home, the warmth of his home, and the food at home.

Ling Mufeng, who had been beaten for most of the day, had not eaten until now......

"Daddy! Mother! Dream Snow! Sister Hongyin! Where are you all?! Woo woo woo ~ Where have you all been? Where the hell am I? What the hell is going on? Who!? Can anyone tell me? Who? Who? Who?! Woo~uh——!! ”

Ling Mufeng, while crying hysterically, waved his hands and slapped the ground with all his might.

Not long after filming, Ling Mufeng gave up and continued to shoot the floor due to fatigue and hand pain.

"Woo, why, why, what the hell am I wrong, why am I here, why ......"

Choked and sobbed, Ling Mufeng, who was curled up on the ground, moved his scarred hands, which were caused by the vigorous slapping of the ground at the right time, and grabbed his smooth and greasy knees.

Under the moonlit night, the cold wind blows.

Ling Mufeng, feeling cold.

After all, he's naked now.

"Woo~"

Under the moonlit night, the sound of low sobs is endless.

"Huh!"

I don't know how long it took, but in Ling Mufeng's ears, the voice rose again.

It was the voice of the sword elder.

"Huh! Hum what are you? Are you a pig? What a snort! Get up, get up! Hurry up and get me up. ”

The displeased Jian Lao used the tip of his right foot to poke Ling Mufeng's back one after another, just like a ball of kittens sleeping in a ball.

After moving his head and abdomen, he turned his head to look at the person, and after seeing the person, Ling Mufeng cried hysterically again as his face distorted.

He thought that Jian Lao was going to come back and fiddle with himself......

"Yo, crying so loudly? You're a good little spirit, not bad. It's really good to be young. You can have twelve points after being beaten, and you can still cry like this, well, it's a buildable material. ”

Looking at Ling Mufeng, who was lying on the ground, crying loudly, and the sword elder with a happy face, he nodded to himself with satisfaction.

As he spoke, he habitually stroked his white beard with his right hand.

"Hey! Brat! Hungry? I've got something to eat here. ”

With a wave of his big hand, the sword elder secretly cast a magic method - causing a mahogany dining table ten meters long and nearly one meter high to appear out of thin air on the ground not far away.

Sitting alongside the dining table are two upholstered mahogany benches.

Benches, which are placed on the left and right sides of the dining table.

On the spacious mahogany table, meat dishes, vegetarian dishes, charcoal grills, tars, soups, or porridges are all kinds of dishes and delicacies.

There are so many dishes on the table, and there are many miscellaneous dishes, even if it is a full banquet of the Manchu and Han people, I am afraid that it is nothing more than that.

Although the dishes are tempting, even if the aroma is intoxicating. Even though Ling Mufeng's stomach was already rumbling with hunger, he was angry and angry, and he had no plans to go to eat.

"Okay, good boy, just leave here and cry. Oh, old man, I'm hungry, if you don't eat, I'll eat! ”

Looking at Ling Mufeng's angry glance in front of him, ignoring himself, the sword elder with raised eyebrows, at the moment when the words fell, moved instantly, and moved to sit on the cushion of the bench by the table.

Brushing his long beard, glancing at Ling Mufeng's sword elder, after sniffing the dishes deeply in a pretended gesture, Yu raised his head and shook his head, and said again and again: "Tut, tsk, ah, fragrant, really fragrant~um~ha~ No, I can't stand it, let's start, let's go!" ”

After finishing his words, and glancing at Qianfeng very playfully, as soon as Jian Lao picked up the chopsticks, he began to feast as if no one was around.

"Hmm~ This duck leg, fat but not greasy, fragrant but not salty, good, good, good! Oh~ This fish ball, Q bomb lubrication, full and juicy, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! Ah~ this ......"

As if to deliberately stimulate Ling Mufeng, Jian Lao kept praising the various dishes while eating. At the same time, he deliberately made the sound of chewing louder.

Soon, Ling Mufeng, who had cried enough and shouted tired, really couldn't resist the wail in his stomach - he got up suddenly, and flew to the table like a hungry tiger pounced on food.

"Huh, huh! Why are you, do you have a bare table like you? Come! Wear this! Really, how have your parents taught them in the past ten years? Is this counting on letting me come all? ”

The arm stretched out suddenly, and the sword elder who pressed Ling Mufeng to the ground in front of the table shouted with disgust.

Between the words, on Ling Mufeng's side, the sword elder summoned out of thin air the set of clothes he had tailored for him after leaving the secret realm earlier.

After Ling Mufeng was dressed neatly, the old man nodded and agreed to let him serve the table.

At this moment, Ling Mufeng, who was already completely hungry and crazy, didn't care about any bowl and chopsticks etiquette at all - he pounced on the table like a hungry tiger pounced on food, picked up a fat roast chicken with burnt yellow and oil, and like a hungry dog that had been dining for a long time, he almost ate meat without spitting out bones and gnawed wildly.

Between gnawing, the sound of "woo" continued to come out of Ling Mufeng's mouth that was stuffed with chicken.