Except for some pain at the suture area of ​​the wound, everything else was no different from normal people.

The terrifying appearance of him with "blood balls on his head" still lingers in everyone's minds.

Seeing the intact young man at this time, the shock in my heart is simply beyond words.

Zheng Xiaopang's green jade fingers, which had just been cured by his miraculous medical skills, were now clasping Wang He's neck.

The bright red lips were slightly raised, revealing a shallow lazy smile.

"Zheng Xiaopang, what did he do to you just now? Do you want to do the same to him now?"

Zheng Xiaopang was startled at first.

Then the clear and decisive voice of the girl who was on the verge of death seemed to ring in her ears.

"Only when people live can they see new hope and happiness."

"Even if Xinyu is separated from you by two worlds, she will never want you to give up on yourself and end your life without making any efforts or experiencing a complete life."

"You died so cowardly, even if you get to the other side of Naihe Bridge, do you have the nerve to see her?"

Zheng Xiaopang felt that his eyes were wet and hot, and something quickly flowed down.

He wiped it off quickly.

Master Jun is right, how can you give up on yourself?

He also worries about his father and brother.

There is also a large group of like-minded brothers who grow up and work together.

Indulging in the past feelings and letting herself sink and fall, is this what Xinyu wants to see?

No!

He still has many dreams that have yet to be realized.

There is one dream in particular that he and Xinyu share.

They once said that they would push their Master Ye to the top of the world of cultivation.

Let her become the true supreme king.

But now, their idol, the god they support, is being criticized and framed by others.

At this time, what should he really do?

Zheng Xiaopang's face suddenly bloomed with the same lewd smile as before.

He ran over in a few steps, picked up the dagger that Wang He had dropped, and said with a smile: "Master Jun, let me do it! How can I let you do this kind of rough work!"

He raised his dagger and made a slash on Wang He's head.

He picked up the porcelain bottle on the ground again.

The venom that Muyan had just extracted from his body was collected into this porcelain bottle.

Wang He felt the pain coming from his scalp and was so frightened that he shouted wildly: "No, no, no, no! Don't kill me!!"

"Master Marquis, save me, Lord Jing, save me, hurry up and save me!!"

Zheng Xiaopang showed a sinister expression to the howling Wang He: "You said before, what is the name of this potion that can peel off a person's entire skin? Oh, by the way, it seems you haven't taken it yet.

! Why not, let me get one for you now!"

"How about we call it [Skinless Ghost]?"

"Don't you like peeling other people's skin very much? Then try it for yourself now, how it feels when your own skin and flesh are peeled off alive!"

After saying that, Zheng Xiaopang used the porcelain bottle in his hand and poured the venom directly into Wang He's head.

"Ahhhhhh!!"

The shrill screams resounded throughout the Fengtian Mountains, making most of the monks in the Demon-Slaying Square look frightened and solemn.

"...The method is too cruel. He actually tortured a doctor with such cruel methods."

"Oh, evil spirits are evil spirits! They are indeed cruel in nature."
Chapter completed!