It seems that after Leng Houzong reflects on everything, it is too late, but is it really too late? Will God give him a chance? Zhilou looked into the distance and thought.
Chu Moshang gave her the feeling, her attitude was firm, her tone was calm, and she was very sure. What method would he use to save Leng Houzong? This really aroused Miss Fengqi's great interest.
"He said, you have to believe him if you want to be a new person." Feng Zhilou repeated this sentence, hoping that Leng Houzong would also believe in Chu Moshang like her.
"How could he save me? I have been seeking revenge on him. If I had won just now, he would not have survived." Leng Houzong was very depressed. He had already developed inexplicable fear of Chu Moshang.
It feels like he was already feeling unsure when he walked on that ring.
The look of the sacred eyes made him feel cowardly.
"He had only one failure. When facing family affection and the people of the holy land, Konirongzhi won nothing. I firmly believe that... it was the only failure in his life."
Feng Zhilou spoke righteously, and Shang has always been the winner. That failure was disguised, so that the people in the holy land respected him more. Otherwise, why did Nie Rongzhi ask Xue Sheng to say that there was a child in her belly? This is for
Win people's hearts.
"He hates me..." Leng Houzong whispered.
"He is not as petty as you." Feng Zhilou pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes filled with admiration for Chu Moshang.
After Leng Houzong saw Feng Zhilou's expression, his heart fell down and suddenly felt relieved. Miss Fengqi had never seen him with such eyes. He had been persisting, and he was chasing only a bubble. She
I have never loved him.
"You really love him that much?" he asked softly.
"yes……"
Feng Zhilou did not avoid this question at all, and there was nothing to avoid, because Shang was a man worthy of everything she gave, and he was worthy of love.
After a long time, Zhilou still longed for his own beauty. His eyes were full of silver-white clothes, Xuanyuan Sword with its sword shining light, and that handsome and extraordinary face.
Leng Houzong looked away, and a clear tears rolled down his eyes. Now he should give up.
About a cup of tea, a silver figure rose and fell from afar, and Chu Moshang came back. Zhilou quickly ran out of the cave entrance, waved his arms hard at him, and honey was overflowing on his cheeks.
Same smile.
Chu Moshang looked up at her, and his voice fell gracefully in front of her eyes. His raised fingers gently pinched her cheeks, and a low and fascinating voice sounded.
"Why did you run out when you look at him?"
"He can't move, do you still have to watch?" Zhilou blushed. When did Shang get so frivolous? He actually pinched her cheek. She shyly lowered her head, touched her face in distractedness, and whispered.
"Why have you been there for so long?"
"I came back when I went there, there was no delay. Of course, you feel that it took a long time to do so, how is his mood?" Chu Moshang asked.
"Oh, I was yelling to die just now. I'm going home now. I asked us to save him. I, a doctor, have no choice but to see you." Zhilou whispered.
"I really need half of my doctor this time."
After Chu Moshang finished speaking, he strode into the cave.
Does he have a way? But what can he do? Can he make Leng Houzong's muscles and skin grow out? With a heart full of doubt, Zhilou followed in.
At this time, Chu Moshang had already put a profound jar on the ground, with some water in it. Then Chu Moshang walked to Leng Houzong and whispered.
"Leng Houzong, remember, letting you live and letting you die, just in a moment, after you get well, you must take care of yourself, otherwise I will come back to take your life."
Shang's words were unquestionable. He saved him this time, not for him to go out for his crime. As long as Leng Houzong had any evil, he would kill him immediately.
Leng Houzong also showed fear and admiration in his eyes. He looked at Chu Moshang in confusion. Did he actually save him by his rival who had hated him?
"I... just want to go home..." He whispered hoarsely. As long as he could give him a chance, he would make up for the mistakes he made.
"Soon, you can get what you want."
After Chu Moshang finished speaking, he lifted Leng Houzong and threw it directly into the big tank. In an instant, Leng Houzong's entire body was immersed in it. His skeleton-like hands swelled twice, and then he sank into the water.
Move.
ah?
Is he going to save Leng Houzong or drown this guy?
"Shang, he, he's sinking." Feng Zhilou reminded Chu Moshang that in just a moment, this guy would be suffocated to death without saving him.
"I know."
Chu Moshang nodded, then took out the precious medicine collected from the dragon tomb of another world from the ring space, poured it into it all in one go. In an instant, the white air rose like a pot, and the inside of the tank was also
Boiled.
Then, Leng Houzong's miserable screams came from the big tank.
"He, he..." Zhilou pointed at the big jar. Now he didn't have to suffocate to death, he might have been killed by those medicines.
"There are angri grasses inside, all of which I prepared to save you, and now I've used them for him." Chu Moshang said.
"Can these save him?" Feng Zhilou only knew these medicines, but he didn't know much about the properties of the medicine. Chu Moshang had tried his best to understand them clearly.
In the big tank, Leng Houzong was still screaming and thumping. Seeing that his hands were about to stretch out, Chu Moshang took out a large lid, covered the mouth of the tank, and sealed it with true energy.
"You need to close it like this for three days and three nights. You can stay here. After three days and three nights, let him out, otherwise he will be exhausted and he will really drown!"
Chu Moshang took out a set of clothes and shoes and threw them to Zhilou, reminding him.
"After waking up, put it on and let him go back to the Lenghoushi family."
Zhilou looked at the clothes and shoes in his arms and asked in confusion.
"Don't you wait here with me for three days and three nights?"
"No, I want to go back to the holy land, you stay here. If possible, go to Chu Mansion and wait for me, or go back to Fengjiazhuang, I will come back to find you." Chu Moshang said with a frown.
Zhilou knew that Shang would definitely return to the holy land, but she didn't want to be so soon. She put her clothes and shoes on the ground, hugged his waist from behind, and lay her head on his back.
"Don't do it easily, don't forget that your wife can summon the arts, I can help you."
"I know... Don't worry, I won't be sure, I won't alarm Nirrongzhi, after all, Longfu and the elder are in his hands."
Chu Moshang patted Zhilou's hand, but Zhilou just refused to let go of him and hugged him tightly.
"How can I go if you do this? Be obedient."
He turned around and held Zhilou's cheek. After his deep eyes fell, his lips also covered him. This was a deep kiss that made Zhilou feel dazed. Her hand slowly loosened, just in her
When I wanted to snuggle him again, my body felt only the cold air in the cave, and he had already left.