Yang Feng said a few good things one after another and immediately began to refine the blood talisman in his hand.

These people are so rich, but they don’t know where their good things are placed. A random blood talisman that wraps things makes him feel that this is an unprecedented good thing.

...

A beautiful woman stopped by a lake dozens of miles away from the town, and suddenly stood up in shock and said in disbelief: "Is it the original breath just now?"

The next moment, she grabbed the cloak that had been taken off and instantly left the lakeside.

Compared to the original breath, taking a bath is simply irrelevant.

...

Yang Feng put away the refined blood talisman and sighed in his heart. Now it was time to leave this inn. If you stay there, maybe that woman would really find this place.

"Senior brother, can I come in?" Meng Xiu's voice came outside the door.

Yang Feng was about to look for Meng Xiu, and quickly said, "Come in, I'm much better."

Meng Xiu entered Yang Feng's room, handed the ring in his hand to Yang Feng and said, "Senior Brother, this is that Sikong's ring."

Yang Feng took the ring, swept his spiritual sense, and found that the ring had several levels of restrictions.

He put away the ring, did not refine it immediately, and looked at Meng Xiu and said, "We are leaving here, that bitch may find it."

"Well, that woman is really scary. She just doesn't take other people's lives seriously."

Meng Xiu remembered the scene of the woman killing the woman in green skirt casually, and said with a little chill.

Yang Feng nodded and said, "Birds of a birds of a feather flock together. When I saw that woman and Sikong knew that they were not good things. If I had already transformed into a god and practiced, I would never let this bitch go."

After saying that, Yang Feng said to Meng Xiu again: "I'll go and see how the woman from Wuyoumen is doing. Can she wake up? Then talk about it."

Yang Feng and Meng Xiu came to another room, and the woman in the purple dress in the worry-free door was still unconscious.

Meng Xiu still wore a veil scarf on her face, probably because this woman in purple dress was so beautiful.

Yang Feng was not polite. His hand fell directly on the woman in purple skirt's chest, and his spiritual thoughts had already swept in.

At this time, it is important to wake up the woman and then run away from her life. There is no other thing to consider.

Moreover, Yang Feng also knew that Meng Xiu was not a rapist. When he woke the woman in purple skirt, Meng Xiu would definitely not say such details.

Meng Xiu saw Yang Feng's hand on the woman in the purple skirt and leaned over to pay attention. She suddenly thought of Sikong's movements on the woman in the green skirt, and her face suddenly turned red.

His expression suddenly became a little twisted, and even his heartbeat became faster.

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly kicked open, and a beautiful woman stood at the door staring at Meng Xiu in a daze.

"mother!"

Meng Xiu recognized this middle-aged beauty as soon as he saw it.

When her mother left her, she was nine years old.
Chapter completed!