From the Dungeon, Slaughter the Demon Apostle

Guissard showed an unexpected expression, because as the most perceptive Dadarikatian among the ghost swordsmen, it is still easy to perceive a little guy who is at least six levels lower than him.

And Ling Fei was also fighting all the way to the depths of the dense forest, and finally reached a certain critical point, and then suddenly lost the strength of his whole body, and as soon as his body softened, he fell heavily on the slightly moist ground.

Although Guissard did not make a move, he followed Ling Fei all the time. After seeing this scene, he glanced at Ling Fei, then nodded in satisfaction, and said to himself:

"I heard that in the middle of the road, yes, the entry is extremely fast, but I don't know if it has been suppressed this time, but just in case, let's take two protective measures for him!"

With a thought in Guissard's mind, Ling Fei, whose whole body was at least close to 10,000 jin, was directly lifted up by an inexplicable force, thinking about how to prepare a "suppression spell" for Ling Fei.

Although Shalan has a lot of materials, it is a bit embarrassing to ask him to rub it brazenly, after all, he has already taken advantage of it there, but looking at Lingfei who is like a pile of mud, Giza De still gritted his teeth. After all, the efficiency of going out to find it by himself is still too low. In terms of the abundance and wealth of materials, those mages are like cheating devices one by one.

"Hey, I hope my choice is right, otherwise I will not only be sorry for Ghost Sword, but also Brother Ling!"

Guissard let out a faint sigh as he returned quickly. "Hey, I hope my choice is right, otherwise I will not only be sorry for Ghost Sword, but also Brother Ling!"

Guissard let out a faint sigh as he returned quickly.

The next day, Ling Fei woke up slowly from the coma, and then subconsciously wanted to get up, but a burst of unbearable soreness came from all over his body, which made him fall directly on the bed, and then he couldn't help but spit out:

"Damn, did I get hit head-on by Sauta!"

Although Sauta had been dead for a long time, but now the throbbing pains all over his body made him really unable to think of anything else.

"Okay, stop yelling, it just so happens that you woke up just as I was about to come looking for you!"

A familiar voice came from the door, Ling Fei turned his head with difficulty, and found that it was Guissard, looking at his expression that couldn't help but smile, for a while, Ling Fei only felt sadness from his heart, he How is it so unlucky to meet such an unreliable master.

But before he complained, Guissard picked him up directly, and threw him into a medicine pond after a while, but the throbbing pain caused by the shaking in the middle made Ling Fei's face It's all white.

"Master, I think I can come by myself next time!"

Guissard didn't care so much, he laughed and strode away.

………………

However, Ling Fei's misery yesterday was not the end, it was just the beginning. Mental power is exhausted, or elements are full, but Bai Zhifeng and Feng Zhenyu are much more miserable.

Zi Muyu has never regarded Feng Zhenyu as a girl. Whether it is training or fighting, she is even more ruthless than he was to herself at the beginning, because if a girl wants to gain great strength, what she needs to pay must be He wants more, regardless of whether he feels distressed or not.

Of course, Zi Muyu is very good to Feng Zhenyu in other aspects besides training a little bit harder, such as laying down the foundation, taking things for external use and internal use, it is simply full, and it is a bit of a daughter-servant.

"Ayu, are you done training?"

Zi Muyu stood like a pine tree, her gaze was like a calm pool of water, deep and cold, but looking at Feng Zhenyu, who was covered in scars all over her body, her eyes would show a touch of distress from time to time. Zhenyu is not just a simple successor, but a continuation of his own way, which is much closer than ordinary blood descendants.

"It's still short of the last set of kicks, and it will be done soon!"

Feng Zhenyu's eyes were firm, and her legs kicked the wooden stake in front of her like a storm, while silently counting in her heart.

After ten minutes had passed, Feng Zhenyu, regardless of the slight blood oozing from her calf, walked up to Zi Muyu's body step by step, bowed slightly and said:

"Master, this morning's training is complete!"

Zi Muyu also nodded in satisfaction, then took out a bottle of ointment from behind, handed it to Feng Zhenyu, and said:

"Go back and put the ointment on yourself, um, besides it will get better soon, and it won't leave scars. I don't know what the old man thinks, but it's so much more expensive just to remove the scars..."

Listening to Zi Muyu's broken thoughts, Feng Zhenyu paused for a moment when he took the ointment, and then said:

"Master, in fact, you don't have to remove the scar, it's fine with me..."

But before Feng Zhenyu finished speaking, Zi Muyu quit, saying:

"That can't be done. Girls will marry in the future. If they have scars all over their bodies, how can it be okay? This is not for discussion, you have to listen to me!"

As she said that, Zi Muyu seemed to recall something, she couldn't help touching the scar on her neck, her memory seemed to return to that night a few years ago.

………………

"Mu Yu, I have two kinds of medicine here, one for removing scars and one for not removing, which one do you use?"

A female doctor with an ordinary appearance but a gentle aura exuded from all over her body was asking Zi Muyu, who was still relatively young, by the bedside.

"Hmm...will it be more expensive?"

The female doctor nodded and said:

"Of course, it looks like you don't want to use it?"

Although Zi Muyu was a little eager, but after thinking about her wallet, she finally said helplessly:

"Just use ordinary ones, what am I afraid of as a man!"

In the end, he left a scar on his neck that could never be removed. Although it was not big, it was an ugly scar because of the special nature of the wound.

………………

"Anyway, I let you use it and you use it. I am your master, you have to listen to me!"

Zi Muyu stuffed the medicine bottle into Feng Zhenyu's hands, then left without looking back, and after walking a few steps, she said:

"Their initial training should be over in the afternoon, go eat something good, and then start the next step of training!"

Seeing the back of Zi Muyu leaving, Feng Zhenyu clenched the medicine bottle in his hand, then limped back to his residence, and silently applied the medicine to himself.

At the same time, in a basement, all kinds of equipment and instruments are scattered all over, accompanied by a strong smell of gunpowder, and two "creatures" that can hardly be seen in human form are roaring crazily:

"Hurry up, star gold, star gold! Cooldown full..."