Chapter 87

Zhirong Ah, it's such a good name. Shang Feng thought excitedly, and turned his head to look at her face secretly. But somehow, the back of his hand gradually became itchy, and his hand was a little numb, and the arm holding Zhirong began to tremble.

Mr. Shang, what's wrong with you?Zhirong felt the arms that were trembling under his support. He looked up at Shang Feng's forehead and felt a little cold sweat falling down. She asked worriedly.

This is nothing, nothing.Don't worry, Miss Zhirong, I will definitely send you upstairs.How could he lose his manners in front of Zhirong?

Shang Feng gritted his teeth and held on to the extremely itchy feeling, urging his inner breath to comfort his body, but his somewhat hideous and distorted face could not be covered.

Then I will trouble Mr. Shang.After seeing it, Zhirong's eyes flashed coldly, and then smiled softly at him. The smile that was like a willow brush made Shang Feng temporarily forget the itch and numbness on his hands.

Not troublesome, Miss Zhirong.Shang Feng gave a smile that he thought was very handsome, but he didn't know that with his distorted face, he looked more scarier than a ghost.

The two of them walked a few more steps, and Shang Feng's face was as white as wax paper, and even his legs were shaking. Zhirong chuckled secretly. It seemed that this Gu had been planted. At that time, he only needed to stimulate the activity of the Gu to bury a human hand in Qiushui Village. Moreover, this person would never easily arouse people's suspicion. He really should thank Mr. Shang who came to him.

Seeing that Mr. Shang’s face was not very good, Zhirong would rather go upstairs by himself.

Ah, that's OK.Shang Feng didn't want to miss such a good opportunity, but his body was so itchy that he couldn't stand itchy in front of the beauty. He nodded quickly, and forced his fingers to scratch his body to walk into the store quickly. Mrs. Qing and the others were no longer in the hall. It was very likely that they had returned to the guest room. Shang Feng looked so painful that several waiters were scared. They quickly gave way and let the distorted young master go upstairs.

Zhirong followed the hurried figure with a small step, and his pink lips slightly raised a curve.

Shang Feng hurriedly pushed open the door and the sweat on his body had penetrated his clothes, looking very miserable.Mrs. Qing and others all changed their faces when they saw him.

Mom, I suddenly feel very itchy.Shang Feng stretched out his hand with a broken face. There was a small red bag on the back of his hand, which didn't look serious.

Feng'er, what's wrong with you?Seeing that his beloved son had such a painful expression, Mrs. Qing quickly pulled the hand over, and looked at the red envelope on the back of her hand and frowned in an unknown way. It seemed that she was bitten by some mosquito.

Qiu Baiyue approached and looked at the bite on Shang Feng's back and said dissatisfied. Madam, don't worry, this was just a sting of a crane-headed bee in Liangcheng. Although it would make the whole body itchy for a day, it was still fine.

What?Want to itch for a day?After hearing this, Shang Feng held his arms with a bitter face and looked frustrated.Now he is almost unable to bear it. If he had itchy for a day, wouldn't it take him to live?

Feng'er Where have you been?Who did you meet?Mrs. Qing looked at Shang Feng's face with some doubt and asked coldly.

Back, in the backyard, I went to Xiaojie.Shang Feng stammered, and he didn't want to tell his mother that he ran to find the childish girl.

... Mrs. Qing frowned slightly, although she was still a little suspicious, she could only suppress the doubts in her heart.

Have you healed your foot injury?Shortly after Zhirong returned to the room, a cool voice from a girl suddenly came from outside the door. Zhirong turned around and looked at the two people who were rushing back to Chen and bowed. She looked at the man following Shang Chi with some surprise and said softly. Shang Chi, my family's feet are already well, who is this person?

Oh, just call him Jiang Zhi.Shang Chi dragged him out of bed, Jiang Zhi, who was so sleepy that he threw him on the ground. It was nothing. Jiang Zhi hadn't had a good rest for a long time, and he was half asleep and half awake on the way on the way.

We are about to set off tomorrow. The journey is long and dangerous, and you may lose your life at any time. If you regret it now, I will give you some silver notes to make you worry about food and clothing...

Shang Chi, I want to follow you.I have nothing left and never fears life and death. I can also make fires and cook, wash and clean clothes... Zhirong heard Shang Chi's implication, and she stood up in panic and held the girl Wen Liang's hands and begged with her face... Please let me follow you.

...Just know it's like that.

Shang Chi sighed and waved his hand and thought it was agreed. Although she also doubted why the woman had to follow her, what could Zhirong do if an ordinary person with no power to follow her?

Kunling Palace

On the top of the majestic cliff, there was a woman in white standing with a sword. Her skin was as smooth as jade, and her temperament was as bright as a sword hidden in snow, cold and sharp.

The woman's long eyebrows and eyes were staring at the bottom of the smoky cliff under her feet calmly.

The spirits change thousands of times, and the last change is through the integration of the first ten moves, and there are thousands of times.He Pingzhen, who was standing not far away, stroked his beard with one hand while using his internal strength to make a sound, and pointed at Duan Mingxin's martial arts. On his left hand was a woman dressed as a doctor.

Um.Duan Mingxin nodded confidently and exhaled a deep breath of turbid air. She raised her sword-holding hand and made a starting move, then jumped into the air. Just as her body was falling, she rose out of thin air, as if she was stepping on something, and flew higher and higher. When she flew nine times in the air and then dived down, the long sword in her hand trembled with sharp sword energy, forming thousands of sword lights!

Ming Xin’s talent is really amazing.Yun Man looked at the sharp sword energy in the air in surprise and couldn't help but be surprised. It was only more than a month before Duan Mingxin could already use the last move of the Spirit Result!

It's still early!Now I just know how to use it. It’s really useless to look gorgeous. I’m afraid that even my body-protecting energy cannot be broken.He Ping shook his head disapprovingly and said, "If you want to reach my level, you will probably need ten years of cultivation."

Duan Mingxin turned around and put away her sword and walked forward, landed steadily on the edge of the cliff and stood firmly, bowed to the old man and said, thank you for your advice.

Although the moves are accurate, your breath is impetuous and unstable and you cannot be eager for success.He Pingzhen nodded and handed the prepared token to Duan Mingxin, reminding him that the mass summit is coming soon, and this is a chance to hone yourself. You can choose some disciples with outstanding martial arts skills to go to Qianjian Peak.

But….Duan Mingxin looked down at the Thousand Sword Token in her palm and felt a little at a loss.

Mingxin.This Kunling Palace will be handed over to you sooner or later, and it is time for you to prepare to inherit the position of head.He Pingzhen sighed lightly and turned around and walked away. Yun Man smiled politely at Duan Mingxin and left with him. Although Palace Master He could walk, his body was already at the end of his strength. At most, he might pass away in about three years.

Duan Mingxin held the token in her hand tightly and her eyes became firm. Didn’t Ah decide that he had already decided to work hard to grow and catch up with that person?

: I will become stronger, strong enough to walk side by side with you!