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Even if he was forcibly taken back today.

There will be no compromise!

This is simply a waste of time!

An Mixiu disdains.

Seeing his stubborn little expression, Chu Feng smiled.

Although the twisted melon is not sweet.

But quench your thirst!

ten minutes later.

A group of three figures appeared in the secret room.

After accepting the two power posts that Qiao Shefei respectfully handed over.

Chu Feng waved his hand, signaling him and Xin Nan to step back, leaving space for himself and An Mixiu.

This is the first time that Chu Feng has observed his cheap son so closely since he traveled for such a long time.

Chu Feng had a strange feeling in his heart.

Subconsciously want to get close to each other.

Chu Feng couldn't tell if this was the will of the original owner, Lufa, or the sequelae of his fusion of Lufa's soul.

And there are all kinds of signs in the original work.

An Mixiu in front of him is not only Lufa's only blood, but also his only bond left in this world.

In the previous life, Lu Fa failed the people of the world, but he failed to fail An Mixiu.

This may be the so-called tiger's poison does not eat its children.

Chu Feng patted the steps beside him: "There is no other place here, sit here."

"No, I just want to say a few words when I come here, and I'll leave after I finish speaking."

For Chu Feng's kindness, An Mixiu didn't appreciate it at all, stood where he was, and said coldly.

Seeing his confident appearance, Chu Feng couldn't help laughing.

This kid really didn't waste the Lufa blood flowing in his body at all.

If it were Qiao Shefei and Kuwensi, they wouldn't dare to be so rude to themselves, even if they had some guts.

Forget it, the right is to give Lufa a face.

After all, Chu Feng got a lot of benefits from others.

Within the bottom line, it is not too much to take care of his son... now he is Chu Feng's son.

An Mixiu was still talking about his own set of high-sounding nonsense.

But at this time, Chu Feng had already come over and walked around him.

"Seven sword wounds, three bruises, and one light burn. It's really miserable, An Mixiu."

An Mixiu's face froze.

For some reason, he could vaguely hear a strong sense of concern in Chu Feng's tone.

Is this his delusion?
An Mixiu couldn't believe it.

In the past, after a big battle, when would the general care about how many injuries he suffered?

The only thing he cares about is whether the harvest of the war meets his expectations.

If it is not achieved, those executors will be punished again if they fail to keep it together.

An Mixiu's shoulders suddenly trembled.

A big hand gently patted it up, and in An Mixiu's widened eyes, a large wave of extremely pure energy was sent into his body, and the originally painful wound felt inexplicably relieved, and quickly recovered as before.

An Mixiu was stunned, his mind went blank.

The general... was healing himself?
He is not dreaming, is he?
And even if it's a dream, isn't this dream too outrageous?

If it wasn't for the fact that Chu Feng was still standing behind him, An Mixiu would have stretched out his hand to pinch himself.

Following the general for thousands of years, since he participated in the first battle led by the general, when did he see the general heal the wounds of his subordinates?

And it also used so much, such pure energy.

For a while, An Mixiu was in a delicate mood, and an inexplicable warmth swept over him.

Whether it was moved or surprised, even he himself couldn't tell.

"Go on, I'm listening." Chu Feng said casually.

For him, it is not difficult to do two things at once.

An Mixiu was stunned for a moment, his face flushed red.

Damn!

What did he say just now?
He was interrupted by Chu Feng, but he actually forgot.

At this moment, his embarrassment was beyond description.

An Mixiu's face turned blue and white.

But behind him, Chu Feng was still talking desperately: "Why did it stop suddenly?"

He hasn't had enough of it yet!
To be honest, this brat's eloquence is pretty good.

Even Chu Feng was shocked by what he said just now.

In his past and present lives, it was the first time he encountered someone who could speak of Ji Jiwuming in such a beautiful and refined way.

I listened to it as a joke.

Chu Feng hadn't heard a joke for a long time.

It's not fun yet.

The kid suddenly stopped talking.

Now Chu Feng was not happy.

Even if I give you a chance, you are useless!

"General!"

An Mixiu took a deep breath, and after a while, he recovered.

"All in all, I still say the same thing. It is impossible for me to return to the Nether Legion and kill those innocent lives with you. You should die as soon as possible!" An Mixiu said stubbornly.

At this moment, Chu Feng had already healed his last injury.

It seemed that he was still a little worried, and left a lot of negative energy in his body.

With An Mixiu's expressionless face, he patted his shoulder heavily and returned to his seat.

"I roughly understand what you mean."

Chu Feng's face became serious, and a cold light flowed from his eyes.

At the same time, it was accompanied by an invisible pressure.

An Mixiu breathed a sigh of relief.

This feels right!
This was the ruthless general he knew.

That must have been an illusion!

An Mixiu self-hypnosis.

"Is there something I'm curious about?"

Chu Feng tapped the table with his right hand one after another, and asked, "If I insist on not letting you go today, what can you do?"

An Mixiu sneered.

A nearly perfect gray circle was outlined from behind him, turning into a gray sun.

With the burst of powerful aura in the middle of the corona, it resists the coercion of Chu Feng.

An Mixiu said quite proudly: "General, you haven't rebuilt your body yet, so you haven't recovered your previous strength, right?"

Chu Feng's face was gloomy, he raised his head to stare at him, and said coldly: "Listen to what you said, are you going to attack me?"

An Mixiu panicked, and hurriedly defended, "This subordinate dare not! But... if the general insists on keeping me, this subordinate will have no choice but to offend me."

With the help of Chu Feng, An Mixiu, who had recovered his peak strength, looked at the entire Nether Army.

No one is afraid except Chu Feng!
Even Qiao Fufei.

Now do it again.

An Mixiu is confident that he can subdue him within fifty rounds.

If he wants to leave, who can stay?

Seeing his confident look, the corners of Chu Feng's eyes twitched fiercely.

This villain!

Immediately there was some irony again.

Is this ignorance?

Chu Feng stopped talking nonsense.

The mind can directly lock on An Mixiu and smash it down heavily.

"boom!"

There was a rumble in An Mixiu's head.

"Puff" sound.

Lie on the ground!

Five-body cast!

Difficult to struggle!

Chu Feng's face was indifferent: "Complacency will definitely fail, pride will eventually regret it, until the last moment, never underestimate any enemy, because that is the way to seek death..."

"How many times have I told you this, you will never remember."

"But there is one sentence that you still have to keep in mind after all."

Sitting there, Chu Feng said softly, "Your father will always be your father!"