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"Well, let's work together!" Zuo Ci also said heroically, and then he said with some distress, "Okay, you can also take a rest, we have nothing to do, and the rest of the injuries are not good in a short time, which needs to be slowly recuperated!"

"But it's just the two of us who are sober here, and you can't move, so you can't let me carry the four of you out by myself, right?" Joan of Arc said with a wry smile. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Wait, it looks like someone is coming!" Zuo Ci suddenly frowned.

Sure enough, in the distance, there was a gust of wind from which many people were flying, and it was obvious that many people were flying towards this place at a very fast speed. At this time, the Immortal King's domain effect had disappeared with his death, and everyone returned to their original halls. Therefore, everyone is still in a very dangerous place. Therefore, when Joan of Arc heard someone approaching, her heart suddenly tightened, now she was the only one who still had a little combat power, and if it was an enemy at this time, the consequences would be unimaginable. So Joan of Arc quickly put away the Immortal King's Soul Stone, took out the staff again, and stared at the exit of the hall with a nervous expression.

It didn't take long for more than a hundred people to fly in, and the leaders were Lei Qing'er, Ye Zi and Ruoqin. Seeing that it was her own people, Joan of Arc's heart suddenly relaxed, and casually performed a light spell to illuminate the hall.

After Ruoqin and the others came in, they were startled by the sudden appearance of the light, and hurriedly became vigilant, but after finding out that they were all their own people, they immediately relaxed.

"God, Qingshu!" Ruoqin was the first to see Fang Qingshu lying on the ground, covered in blood, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, so he was so frightened that he cried on the spot and hurriedly ran over. The other two daughters also followed with tears on their faces.

"Don't move him!" Joan of Arc hurriedly stopped: "He's fine, but the muscles all over his body are still recovering, so don't move around!"

"Oh!" When Ruoqin and the three of them heard this, they relieved their hearts and hurriedly waited by Fang Qingshu's side, looking at him anxiously.

"Sister!" Huo Thirteen over there also found the sword maniac who was covered in injuries and unconscious, and hurriedly ran over. At this time, Ruoqin and the others finally found the little girl and Zuo Ci.

"Master, how is my sister?" Ruoqin hurriedly asked with concern.

"She and the sword maniac are all right, they have been treated by Master Joan of Arc, and now they urgently need to recuperate, you must not mess with them!" Zuo Ci said.

"Oh!" the crowd eased their nervousness slightly.

"Master, are you okay old man?" Ruoqin realized that Zuo Ci's face was not quite right, and Zuo Ci had been sitting on the ground, obviously injured.

"Only now do you think of the master to pull it?" Zuo Ci smiled bitterly: "I thought you only cared about that kid in Qingshu!

"Master!" Ruoqin stomped her feet with a red face, and said anxiously: "When is it, you still have the heart to joke!"

"Haha, of course now is a good time to settle down!" Zuo Ci smiled indifferently: "Kel'thugad is finished, looking at your appearance, the army of the undead outside must have also retreated, right?"

"Yes, the surging army of the undead outside suddenly lost its command very early, scurrying aimlessly, and was easily wiped out by us, while their follow-up troops have never reappeared, according to the intelligence obtained by the reconnaissance aircraft, all the undead troops have lost effective control, and there is no longer a threat to us!" Ruoqin then explained: " We thought you had completed the task by then, so we waited for you to come back, but after waiting for a long time and not seeing your figure, we felt that something was wrong, so we rushed over to help, but we didn't expect you to be so seriously injured. ”

"Yes!" Fire Thirteen on the side also said: "Your strength is so strong, obviously far surpassing Kel'thugad, but how can you fight like this?"

"Alas, it's hard to put it into words!" Zuo Ci smiled bitterly, and then said slowly: "Kel'thugad, this bastard, is indeed not as good as us in terms of ability, but he is ruthless enough!

Zuo Ci knew that he couldn't tell the Immortal King, so he made up this lie, and then he looked at Joan of Arc with a little meaning. Joan of Arc naturally understood what he meant, and hurriedly added, "Well, yes, Kel'thugad is really perverted!"

Seeing them say this, Huo Thirteen and the others all believed it and scolded Kel'thugad for his cunning, while also reassuring Zuo Ci and Joan of Arc that they didn't have to mind. Only Ruoqin heard a different meaning from it, because she knew that Zuo Ci, the old fox, if he could be overshadowed by Kel'thugad, it would be unless the sun came out of the west. Besides, Fang Qingshu could have Etella by his side, but why was Fang Qingshu still injured so badly?

These questions were not hidden from Ruoqin's eyes, but she knew that since Zuo Ci intended to hide something, there must be a reason for him, so not only did she not ask more, but she opened the topic very cooperatively: "Okay, it's obviously not suitable for them to recuperate here, let's go find something like a door panel, make three stretchers, and then gently carry them out!"

"Okay!" as soon as everyone heard this, they immediately agreed, and scattered to do their own thing. Fortunately, this is Kel's lair, and there are all kinds of things, furniture, carpets, etc., so everyone quickly made four stretchers and carried Zuo Ci out together.

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Ten days after the Battle of the Frozen Throne, Fang Qingshu, who had been in a coma, finally woke up. The memory in his mind was still in a state of fierce battle with the Immortal King, so after he became conscious, he was anxious to know how the battle was going, so he sat up with a loud scream.

But then he was surprised to find that he was no longer in the cave, but in the room on the battleship with him. And Ruoqin, Joan, and Zuo Ci sat next to him.

"Qingshu!" Ruoqin saw that he had really woken up, so she pounced excitedly, hugging Fang Qingshu's neck and crying.

Seeing this, Fang Qingshu immediately knew that his side had obviously won, so he also relaxed, hurriedly patted Ruoqin's back, and laughed, "Hehe, little girl, there are still people watching next to you!"

"You go on, just as if we don't exist!" Zuo Ci said with a sneer.

"Haha!" Joan of Arc, Zuo Ci and Fang Qingshu laughed together.

"Master!" Ruoqin was so embarrassed that her face was flushed, and she couldn't help but scold: "You are really disrespectful to the old man!"

"Haha!" Zuo Ci smiled: "Obviously, you dislike the master and get in the way!"

"Ah!" Ruoqin was immediately defeated, and in a fit of shame, she was going to pluck Zuo Ci's beard.

Seeing this, Zuo Ci hurriedly begged for mercy: "Don't don't, can't the master stop talking? I have done my best for your family's Qingshu this time, and I will die! You can't cross the river and tear down the bridge!"

"Okay, pull it!" Fang Qingshu also grabbed Ruoqin and said with a smile: "Let's get down to business!"

"Hmph, it's cheap for you!" Ruoqin then glanced at Zuo Ci, then turned around and said softly to Fang Qingshu: "Qingshu, how are you feeling now?"

"It's okay!" Fang Qingshu calmed down and felt the surging power in his body for a while, and then suddenly smiled excitedly: "It's a blessing in disguise! I have been promoted two levels in a row, and now it is level twelve!"

"I already know this, you try the dragon state!" Ruoqin said with a smile.

"Okay!" Fang Qingshu agreed, and immediately began to dragonize, as a burst of golden light flashed out of his body, Fang Qingshu was like a balloon, and in the blink of an eye, it swelled into a dragon-shaped person more than three meters tall. I saw that he was covered with thumb-sized golden scales all over his body, a pair of half-foot-long dragon horns on his head, and a pair of huge dragon wings on his back, and his muscles bulged all over his body, and he was so strong that he was even more exaggerated than the most professional bodybuilder on earth.

"Level sixteen!" Zuo Ci's eyes lit up, and he immediately said excitedly: "It's amazing!"

"Yes!" Joan of Arc also said with a look of surprise, "Although we have long heard that the dragon god essence blood has all kinds of magical effects, it is still very unexpected for us to be able to let you reach this point!"

"Hehe, does this effect really have anything to do with the Dragon God Essence Blood?" Fang Qingshu asked with a smile.

"Nonsense!" Zuo Ci said: "Except for the dragon god essence blood, I can't think of anything that can make you survive when your whole body is beaten into mud." ”

"Yes, I was ready to use the resurrection technique on you, but I wasn't sure at the time, because the power of the Immortal King was still raging in your body, and I didn't know if I could save you. It's unbelievable that you've miraculously survived with just one of my healing techniques!" Joan of Arc was amazed.

(To be continued)