Chapter 856 Jianghu (54) Supplement

Fu Yue patted the dust on his clothes and said slowly: "My martial arts skills were really useless before, but I'm fine now."

Yu Yan was furious: "How is that possible???"

Can the Dantian be restored after it is completely destroyed? Do you think she is a fool?

Fu Yue raised her eyebrows: "Don't believe it?"

Metaphor: "Of course!"

Fu Yue raised her hand with a faint smile, and slapped her palm on a stone table in front of the tree. She moved her hand lightly, and there was a clearly visible palm print on it, which was dented.

Metaphor: "!!!"

"Boss, please take me!"

Fu Yue Chou refused: "You are too good."

Metaphor: "...嘤~"

"How did you recover?" Yu Yan was puzzled and asked Fu Yue secretly.

Fu Yue started making up nonsense: "I rescued an old man on the roadside yesterday. He cured my Dantian and passed on all his life-long skills to me."

Metaphor: "...Bah."

She also didn't ask why again with a wink.

Gu Youning could not be happier that her martial arts had recovered, so why should she ask the question?

I have another golden thigh to hug.

Reaching the pinnacle of life is just around the corner!

The beautiful girl in white smiled a little bit. She hugged Fu Yue's arm swaggeringly, "Where are we going to play now?"

Fu Yue slapped her hand away, straightened her collar, glared at Yu Yan, and said seriously: "What are you playing for? Go get down to business."

Metaphor: "...?"

Fu Yue tugged on her red lips, and a sinister smile appeared on her fair and sharp face, "Go and get what belongs to me."

Yu Yan's eyes lit up: "Can you help me with anything?"

Fu Yue glanced at her: "You're a rookie! Just call my sister and say 666."

Yu Yan was stunned and was about to refute, but then he realized something seemed wrong...

"Did you wear it too??"

A girl's strange scream rang through the sky.

"Shut up!"

"oh."

*

Ji Qinglin stayed in the inn and drank wine all afternoon.

One pot after another, the spicy wine passed through his throat until he was drunk and unconscious.

The wine bottle held by the swordsman in red fell to the ground. He was sitting at the table, and then he fell down and lay on the table. His back looked a little pitiful.

The swordsman in red smiled.

Is he Ji Qinglin?

No, he is Qi Chen.

He was the poor guy who was abandoned by his own parents and was bullied as a child because of his golden eyes.

The former leader of the Demon Cult kept him because he was interested in his good qualifications and wanted to exchange him with his useless son, instead of Qi Chen's previous thought that he had finally met a good person.

Qi Chen was treated as a medicine man before he was ten years old. He was refined to be invulnerable to all poisons. He endured endless pain day and night. His muscles and veins were interrupted and reshaped. Day after day, the pain was heartbreaking. .

The old leader of the Demon Cult did not expect that the medicine man he raised would actually bite him back.

Qi Chen has always been smart. He has been secretly learning martial arts. He was just kind-hearted at the beginning and endured every step of the way. He was forced to become like a man and a ghost.

No matter how long the night is, day will eventually come.

Qi Chen is standing on the throne on the bones of the old leader.

When kindness dies, he becomes a demon wandering in the world.

Day after day of depression.

Qi Chen's temperament has become kind again.

He is selfish, cold, ruthless, unyielding and unpredictable.

The beautiful peach blossom eyes of the man in red were hazy, with grievance flashing through them.

No one ever taught me how to love someone...

I'm actually very stupid. I can't learn to be strong at all. I'm not really indifferent, and I'm not cool enough to want anything.

I have never been a person who loves myself the more I love myself.

I obviously don’t even love myself.

If you don't want me, I won't want myself.

I have thrown away everything, and there is nothing left.

So... don't abandon me, okay?

The swordsman in red slowly raised his slender fingers. He went to pick up the wine on the table again, but failed to hold it firmly. The wine bottle fell to the ground and shattered.

Qi Chen smiled.

sorry.

sorry……

Good night