In an abandoned and ruined temple, Zhu Xian was paralyzed on the hay, extremely weak.

Although the demonic energy in his body had been recovered, the injuries on his body were too serious, and he did not have the strength to act.

Fortunately, Fang Shuai and Sanyu are by their side and someone takes care of them.

At the edge of the campfire, Sanyu turned two oily pheasants, took salt from his bosom, and sprinkled it on them.

Fang Shuai used a wet towel and kept dipping Zhu Xian's forehead.

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"It doesn't matter, I'm the devil" Chapter 91 On the eve of the sweep I am in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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