Chapter 318 Cousin, I will ask you to take care of my mother from now on.
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Li Yue Wu Sheng
Barefoot Youxian hasn't reacted yet.
A hand had gripped his shoulder.
Before he had any time to resist, a strong force came from that hand and he had already thrown the barefoot Youxian away.
Even with his internal strength at the master level, he had no chance to resist at this moment.
bang.
Barefoot Youxian hit the discarded steel bars in the warehouse without hesitation.
His body was instantly submerged by falling steel bars.
Feng Liu didn't even bother to look at him, turned around and put Ling Qingxiao down.
The moment Ling Qingxiao felt relieved, she cried on Feng Liu's shoulder.
"It's okay, auntie, I'm here."
Feng Liu comforted him.
Ling Qingxiao nodded gently in his arms and quickly thought of something else.
"Xiao Yi."
She quickly looked for Zhang Lingyi and found Zhang Lingyi lying aside. There was a dent in his chest, and the entire bone seemed to have been dented.
"Mom...I...I'm dying..."
Zhang Lingyi was vomiting blood and couldn't even speak clearly.
Ling Qingxiao also burst into tears at this moment, "No, no, your cousin is here, your cousin must have a way..."
Ling Qingxiao looked at Feng Liu as if asking for help.
However, after Feng Liu checked, he found that Zhang Lingyi's life was running out. Even if he used his inner strength to keep him alive, he would only be able to survive for a few more hours at most.
Can't make it.
Seeing Feng Liu shaking his head, Zhang Lingyi also knew that he didn't have much time.
"Mom... I made it up myself... I can't blame anyone."
He looked at Feng Liu pleadingly, "Cousin, I will ask you to take care of my mother from now on..."
"Xiao Yi! Xiao Yi!"
Ling Qingxiao roared and shook Zhang Lingyi's body, only to find that Zhang Lingyi had no breath.
died……
Feng Liu looked at Zhang Lingyi's body.
Feel a little surprised.
It stands to reason that Zhang Lingyi still has his seventh destiny.
It's not that easy to die, right?
Is it possible that the seventh destiny is not with him, but with Ning Wenwan?
He didn't have the mind to think about it at the moment, because the Barefoot Youxian had already crawled out of the pile of steel bars. He didn't know when there was a wheel-turning magic weapon in his hand, which made a harsh sound. At the same time, he had already punched Feng Liu to attack.
"Fengliu, be careful!"
Ling Qingxiao came to his senses and reminded Feng Liu.
Feng Liu just turned his head slightly, and the barefooted Youxian's fist had already hit the air.
"Impossible! The poor monk's wheel can obviously slow down your nerve reactions..."
The barefoot wandering immortal said in surprise.
Seeing that his attack failed, Barefoot Youxian was about to retreat when he found that Feng Liu suddenly moved backwards and hit his chest directly with his back.
For a moment, the barefoot immortal seemed to have been hit by a car. An earth-shaking shock came from his chest. He flew backwards. Before he could speak, his throat felt sweet and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.
"cough--"
Barefoot Youxian's whole mind was buzzing.
No one had ever told him that Feng Liu’s martial arts was so high!
"Xiao Junlin wants to kill me!"
Barefoot Youxian had fought against Feng Liu twice, but no one who could reach the master level was a fool.
Of course, he could already see that the current Fengliu was simply not something he could beat.
He turned around and wanted to leave, but how could Feng Liu give him a chance to escape.
The next moment, the barefooted immortal felt that his feet were locked by a suction force!
"What is this?"
A hand had gripped his shoulder.
Before he had any time to resist, a strong force came from that hand and he had already thrown the barefoot Youxian away.
Even with his internal strength at the master level, he had no chance to resist at this moment.
bang.
Barefoot Youxian hit the discarded steel bars in the warehouse without hesitation.
His body was instantly submerged by falling steel bars.
Feng Liu didn't even bother to look at him, turned around and put Ling Qingxiao down.
The moment Ling Qingxiao felt relieved, she cried on Feng Liu's shoulder.
"It's okay, auntie, I'm here."
Feng Liu comforted him.
Ling Qingxiao nodded gently in his arms and quickly thought of something else.
"Xiao Yi."
She quickly looked for Zhang Lingyi and found Zhang Lingyi lying aside. There was a dent in his chest, and the entire bone seemed to have been dented.
"Mom...I...I'm dying..."
Zhang Lingyi was vomiting blood and couldn't even speak clearly.
Ling Qingxiao also burst into tears at this moment, "No, no, your cousin is here, your cousin must have a way..."
Ling Qingxiao looked at Feng Liu as if asking for help.
However, after Feng Liu checked, he found that Zhang Lingyi's life was running out. Even if he used his inner strength to keep him alive, he would only be able to survive for a few more hours at most.
Can't make it.
Seeing Feng Liu shaking his head, Zhang Lingyi also knew that he didn't have much time.
"Mom... I made it up myself... I can't blame anyone."
He looked at Feng Liu pleadingly, "Cousin, I will ask you to take care of my mother from now on..."
"Xiao Yi! Xiao Yi!"
Ling Qingxiao roared and shook Zhang Lingyi's body, only to find that Zhang Lingyi had no breath.
died……
Feng Liu looked at Zhang Lingyi's body.
Feel a little surprised.
It stands to reason that Zhang Lingyi still has his seventh destiny.
It's not that easy to die, right?
Is it possible that the seventh destiny is not with him, but with Ning Wenwan?
He didn't have the mind to think about it at the moment, because the Barefoot Youxian had already crawled out of the pile of steel bars. He didn't know when there was a wheel-turning magic weapon in his hand, which made a harsh sound. At the same time, he had already punched Feng Liu to attack.
"Fengliu, be careful!"
Ling Qingxiao came to his senses and reminded Feng Liu.
Feng Liu just turned his head slightly, and the barefooted Youxian's fist had already hit the air.
"Impossible! The poor monk's wheel can obviously slow down your nerve reactions..."
The barefoot wandering immortal said in surprise.
Seeing that his attack failed, Barefoot Youxian was about to retreat when he found that Feng Liu suddenly moved backwards and hit his chest directly with his back.
For a moment, the barefoot immortal seemed to have been hit by a car. An earth-shaking shock came from his chest. He flew backwards. Before he could speak, his throat felt sweet and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.
"cough--"
Barefoot Youxian's whole mind was buzzing.
No one had ever told him that Feng Liu’s martial arts was so high!
"Xiao Junlin wants to kill me!"
Barefoot Youxian had fought against Feng Liu twice, but no one who could reach the master level was a fool.
Of course, he could already see that the current Fengliu was simply not something he could beat.
He turned around and wanted to leave, but how could Feng Liu give him a chance to escape.
The next moment, the barefooted immortal felt that his feet were locked by a suction force!
"What is this?"
