When Fengzidu's coat was vigorously torn off, the scalp that adhered to it was red and red, and he almost wanted to take it away, and in an instant, he was drenched in blood, flowing all over his head and face, and he couldn't help but feel pain, and he opened his mouth but screamed. The two of them were startled when they saw this, and saw that Fengzi's cheeks were bulging, and his mouth was babbling oh oh oh, and he couldn't hear what he said. The two glanced at each other, and one laughed and said, "It turned out to be a stupid boy, but I don't know who tied him up and was trapped here to play a trick." ”

At that time, the scorching sun was shining in the sky, and the beams of white flowers were very dazzling. Fengzi saw that the two people were just ordinary ordinary men in the rivers and lakes, and when he heard the words, he simply pretended to be crazy and stupid, his eyes looked at the cow tendon rope tied to his body, and he yelled in his mouth. Another said, "Looks like this stupid boy is begging us to help him untie his ropes." Hey, I'm stupid not to be at home. The previous man glanced at Fengzi's crotch, and laughed strangely: "This stupid boy's job is not small." Fuck, it's hard for me to do good things in my life, so I'll do the next one today. He pulled out the saber at his waist and cut off the cow tendon rope on Fengzidu's body with three swords. These three knives made it neat and neat, and they made a decision immediately, but the head was only a little bit worse, and the blade was slashed on Fengzidu's wrists, ribs, feet, and calves, and the blood flowed in an instant.

Fengzi had to get rid of the rope and trap it, where could he take care of the knife wounds on his wrists, ribs, feet, and calves, and he gave up his hands to the two men, and his mouth was just indistinct and he kept thanking him. Seeing this, the two men couldn't help laughing and said, "It's really a stupid boy." His grandmother's still understands Entu. "Put the knife back in its sheath and giggle and go.

Feng Zidu looked at the distant figures of the two men and thought, "Although these two people are rude in their words, their behavior is much better than the so-called high-rollers in the rivers and lakes such as Jing Xianxian. At this time, the whole body was throbbing like a knife, and he had to sit down on a rock. Seeing the fluffy life-killing magic needles on the acupuncture points on the chest and abdomen, although he knew that the needle was poisonous, he couldn't help himself, but Jing Ling followed the meridians and stabbed according to the acupoints, and he had to seal the meridians and intercept the acupoints, and he couldn't get the latent luck, and he had no supreme power. So Feng Zi grabbed the needle tail with his fingers and got out of pain one by one, and scolded Jing Ling very bitterly in his heart, which is really ruthless and vicious, which is rare in the world.

It wasn't until the remnant sun hung on the West Mountain and the sky was full of red glow that Fengzi came to clean the deadly magic needles on the acupuncture points on his chest and abdomen, but his body was already covered with countless bloody eyes. Fengzi breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, secretly latent luck, and walked down for a big week, sure enough, there was no hindrance in it, knowing that his strength had been restored, he couldn't hold back and was full of joy, so he immediately raised his head and laughed.

However, his tongue was swollen and numb, and his laughter was only like the wailing of a night owl. After a while, Fengzi remembered that he had used water to help Cheng Bingnan and others detoxify, and wondered if this method could be useful now. So he randomly found some grass and vines to bandage the knife wound on his left thigh, found a stream on the back of the slope, and saw that the water was clear, so he hurriedly went to the entrance of the water to wash.

After washing several times, the numbness of the tongue in the mouth was greatly reduced. Fengzi was overjoyed, and turned his head to see that he was naked, which was very unsightly, and it was almost immoral, but fortunately this place was deserted, and few people passed by, so he simply immersed himself in the stream. The wounds on his head and on his legs were only stinging hotly when they were washed by the stream, but he forcibly endured it, looking at the blood-red sunset, his thoughts flying.

Since Jing Xianxian appeared here, what about Miss Ruan Yue? Where could she be? With her intelligence, has she now escaped the clutches of Jing Xianxian? And what is the matter with Yao Mei and the three rudders of the Plum Blossom Hall? Why did they disappear for no reason, and there was no news of her? Suddenly, Fengzi's thoughts flashed, and she actually remembered Jing Ling. Even he was amazed by this, but despite this, he always wondered why the little girl was always haunting herself.