Mu Wanfeng was shocked, he meowed, and it was not the wardrobe that was opened, but the door!

He quickly sat back as if nothing had happened, looked at the corner of the landscape screen, and with the sound of light footsteps, a dreamlike woman walked in.

"Senior sister~Morning~"

Xiang Xuelan's face was indifferent, she glanced at Mu Wanfeng, and said, "There is food on the table outside, and after eating later, I will send you back to Kaiyang Peak." ”

Mu Wanfeng was stunned and said, "Uh...... Senior sister, I still have to ...... competition."

"No way!"

Xiang Xuelan looked at Mu Wanfeng's chest, due to the blood leaching out, and the dried and solidified gauze, her voice raised slightly, and she interrupted Mu Wanfeng's words sternly.

The anger on her face made Mu Wanfeng dare not say more.

Then, Xiang Xuelan brought in another basin of hot water, and gently and delicately removed the gauze on Mu Wanfeng's chest, which had become hard.

Because the gauze was stuck to the scabbed wound, although Xiang Xuelan tried to be as gentle as possible, during the tearing process, the wound still ruptured, and blood soaked out, which made Mu Wanfeng frown.

When the gauze was completely removed, a large scar lay across Mu Wanfeng's chest, which looked shocking......

"Bear with me~"

Xiang Xuelan bit her lip, said softly, and cleaned the wound with hot water, and then changed it with gauze again.

Although there was no expression on her face, the careful movements of her hands still revealed the tenderness in her heart.

Looking at the peerless face in front of him and smelling the refreshing fragrance around him, Mu Wanfeng was a little uneasy, and he almost couldn't hold back several times, wanting to take him into his arms.

"Your injuries are not light, even if you help with the help of pills, you can't stand the toss, don't participate in the competition. ”

Mu Wanfeng smiled bitterly when he heard this: "However, I must get the aura of the competition reward." ”

"What do you want so much aura for? If you need it urgently, I have it here, and you are not allowed to participate in the competition!"

Xiang Xuelan's tone was a little resolute this time, and she took out a small jade bottle as she spoke, and said, "There are fifty drops of spiritual liquid in it, no matter what you do, it should be enough for the time being." ”

Mu Wanfeng didn't pick it up, but put on her clothes by herself, stood up, and said proudly: "What I want is your person, not your thing!"

Xiang Xuelan was angry, and only he could say such shameless words so justifiably.

"Now only your life is yours, if you want to go, you can go, and I can't control you!"

After speaking, Xiang Xuelan took the basin of water and walked out.

Looking at the back of Xiang Xuelan leaving, Mu Wanfeng was a little dazed.

Isn't it that as long as a man shakes off his domineering spirit, even if a woman can't be a bird, she should be shy and timid?

This is a little different from the imaginary situation, ahhhh

On the table in the living room, a plate of green vegetables and a bowl of rice porridge. Mu Wanfeng, who was very hungry, picked up the still warm porcelain bowl and began to feast.

After Mu Wanfeng finished eating, Xiang Xuelan went and returned, accompanied by Han Rou.

From Han Rou's shoulder, Millet fluttered her petal-sized wings, jumped into Mu Wanfeng's arms, and got into her clothes with ease.

Looking at this scene, Han Rou suddenly felt a little aggrieved in her heart.

She teased Xiaomi for a night, but Xiaomi didn't even raise her eyelids, and Mu Wanfeng beat and scolded her, and as soon as she came back, she jumped over.

Yesterday, Xiaomi was taken away by Han Rou, and there was no resistance, it was completely out of gratitude for Han Rou's concern, not that it had accepted Han Rou.

Besides, Han Rou completely regarded it as a spirit animal, and when teasing it, she also used the same way as coaxing children, so she almost didn't breastfeed.

Xiaomi didn't directly spew a flame, to talk about gratitude, it's a miracle, it's a strange thing to be able to bird her.

Han Rou sulked, Xiang Xuelan was still angry, and neither of them had the intention of speaking.

The emotional entanglements between the three of them made the atmosphere a little weird.

Mu Wanfeng looked at Han Rou and then at Xiang Xuelan, trying to speak several times to ease the atmosphere, but finally held back.

Compared with Han Rou's outbreak last time, there was no wolf smoke this time, and Mu Wanfeng felt that she had burned high incense, so she didn't want to force it at this time, just let it be.

It was in this strange atmosphere that the three of them went to Tianquan Peak.

Due to Mu Wanfeng's injuries, when the few of them arrived at Tianquan Peak, they were already overcrowded.

After Mu Wanfeng got down from Xiang Xuelan's spirit sword, the two women didn't seem to want to pay attention to him, and went straight into the crowd.

He hesitated for a long time, but he still followed cheekily.

When the people around them saw them, the expressions on their faces were colorful, surprised, lost, and playful......

However, most people are angry, and they can't wait to break Mu Wanfeng's body into pieces!

The three arrived late, and the draw had begun. Xiang Xuelan took the lead and asked someone, then went to a wooden box with Mu Wanfeng and took out a note each.

Since Han Rou took the initiative to admit defeat yesterday, she went to the wooden box on the left to draw lots.

After the draw was completed, the crowd dispersed bustlingly and went to the corresponding ring to participate in the competition.

"Be careful yourself, if you don't fight, throw in the towel. ”

Xiang Xuelan couldn't help it after all, and before leaving, she warned Mu Wanfeng.

Mu Wanfeng touched her nose, she didn't know what it was like in her heart, only the pain of the bitter pill, as if she was used to it.

Ninety-five

This is the number that Mu Wanfeng draws, and when he found the corresponding ring with a note, he met an acquaintance in the crowd.

"Brother Feng, are you okay?"

Wen San's face was full of joy, three steps and two steps, came to Mu Wanfeng, raised his arms and feet, and made a good deal of it, and finally began to pull up Mu Wanfeng's clothes.

Mu Wanfeng hurriedly slapped away his messy hand, tightened his shirt and said: "In front of the public, what do you want to do! Even if you want to mess around, you can find a place where no one is around!"

"Haha...... I heard that your heart was opened by Senior Sister Han a little more, and now it seems that it should be fine, so I am worried!" Wen San said with a smile.

Then he approached again and asked quietly: "Hehe~ Brother Feng, for the sake of confidantes, there is no one who uses his life to play bitter tricks." ”

"How do you know?" Mu Wanfeng looked surprised.

Wen San suddenly raised his head, waved his arms, and said chicly: "Hmph, who are you when you pout, as soon as you pout your ass, I know what shit you are going to pull." ”

"But looking at your sad look, you shouldn't have done it, right? ”

Seeing that Mu Wanfeng didn't speak, Wen San continued: "A Senior Sister Han is jealous, and now there is actually another woman, or the Senior Sister Xiang who can show off for a year when someone else usually talks to her." ”

"It's also up to you, otherwise I would have wanted to beat you up to relieve my anger. ”

Mu Wanfeng was upset by his chatter, waved his hand and said, "Okay, don't add to the blockage, what is the number you draw?"

"Brother Feng, don't tell me, you're here to participate in the competition?" Wen San asked.

"If I don't participate in the competition, why am I here in this hellish place? Do you take advantage of the crowd to touch other people's butts and eat other people's tofu?"

Wen San looked at Mu Wanfeng like a madman, and said, "Okay, Brother Feng, you are alone and enchanting among all living beings, and the fox and the mink are not as good as you!"

Then he shook the note in his hand and said, "I'm ninety-six, what about you?"

Hearing Wen San's report, the expression on Mu Wanfeng's face suddenly became strange.

"Brother Wen, didn't you want to beat me up just now?"

"What's wrong, I'm not kidding?" Wen San replied nonchalantly.

Then he reacted, his body became stiff, his expression became dull, and the pupils in his eyes gradually dilated......

"Brother Feng, you ...... You—You're not going to be so coincidental, are you?" he was a little incoherent.

Mu Wanfeng spread out the drawn note in front of him, and said with a smile: "One thousand and one byes, I can draw them, God let us promote the relationship more, it's not impossible?"

When Wen San saw that the number on the note was indeed ninety-five, he rolled his eyes and asked, "How much strength do you have left?"

"Well~ If you're not afraid of pain, you can still exert your strength. ”

Wen San suddenly thought that Mu Wanfeng, the demon, couldn't be dealt with with common sense, so he changed his posture of questioning: "Brother Feng, can I beat you?" Or do you stand still and let me punch twice?"

"You have a lot of spirit runes, it's really hard to say whether you win or lose, but I can let you beat it!"

"Is this true?" Wen San looked excited.

Mu Wanfeng said with a smile: "Seriously, a drop of spiritual liquid and a punch, I guarantee that I will not fight back, the price is fair, and Tong Su is not bullied!"

Wen San's agitated heart instantly calmed down, his lips moved, and he spit out a word: "Get out!"

Although he is Wen Yu's son and the grandson of Wen Hua, the previous valley owner of Baihua Valley, he is basically in a free-range state, and his father does not love his mother.

Except for occasionally going to the Valley of Hundred Flowers to find Wen Ya and get some things, everything he has is obtained by his own strength.

If a drop of spiritual liquid is punched, it is not enough for him to beat Mu Wanfeng three or two punches, and he will have to go bankrupt.

Mu Wanfeng was able to draw Wen San as an opponent, which was also a bit unexpected, and it was an unexpected joy.

Wen San is in Jindan Yizhong, if he encounters an ordinary Jindan Yizhong opponent and wants to win, it will naturally be no problem.

However, Mu Wanfeng is not an ordinary salted fish, he is a carp swimming in the river, and he can turn into a dragon and a man who can turn into a dragon.

Even if he is seriously injured now, it is not a person who can compete with Jin Dan one or two.

In Wen San's frustration, the first two competitions ended quickly, and the adjudicator began to announce the third competition.

"Yun Tian Gong Mu Wan Feng, fight against Yun Tian Gong Wen San!"

Mu Wanfeng?

Hearing the name, the crowd began to stir.

Yesterday's scene, many people saw it, and the blood rushing out of Mu Wanfeng's chest was definitely not a tomato juice pretend.

The cut on his chest that was cut by the spirit sword, even if he was far away from the ring, was terrifying to watch.

To be able to survive that kind of injury is considered to be Mu Wanfeng's great life, and he actually came to participate in the competition today? Isn't it that the old birthday star hanged himself and was impatient?

"Brother Wen, let's go?" Mu Wanfeng looked at Wen San with a smile.

Wen San walked into the ring with Mu Wanfeng with complicated emotions, and when he saw Mu Wanfeng's breezy face, he felt like he was being overpowered by a in his heart.

Mu Wanfeng was about to take out Qianjun, and when she tried her knife, she heard Wen San's voice on the other side.

"I throw in the towel!"