All the cannon fodders I have flirted with are on top [Quick Wear]

Ning Zhi felt a sudden blockage in his heart.

Very good, very good, very stubborn.

He turned around angrily and didn't want to bother with Fu Wang anymore.

But after taking one step, he couldn't move anymore.

The wounds on the kid's body were still bleeding, and the blanket on the floor was soaked through.

If he doesn't care, won't Fu Wang die from excessive blood loss?

Then his mission would fail again!

Forget it, he is a magnanimous man who does not bear grudges, he is a prime minister with a broad mind, and saving a life is more valuable than building a seven-story pagoda.

After finally convincing himself, Ning Zhi approached him again.

Fu Wang was still courting death, "Are you going back on your word? Are you going to punish me again?"

Ning Zhi couldn't bear it any longer and slapped him on the head!

"Shut up and take your medicine."

Fu Wang was stunned, and spoke for a long while, "How can you take medicine if you shut up?"

Ning Zhi, "...you are here to defeat me."

Fu Wang stared at the pills for a moment, and the coldness gathered in his eyes again. "I see, it's the same method as last time, right? Sprinkle the poison powder into the wound and watch it fester bit by bit?"

He raised his eyelids slightly, "You are so boring. You can't even do anything fancy."

"I'll teach you how to play," Fu Wang lifted up his long hair that was stuck with blood and smiled sinisterly, "The first step is that you should give me the best medicine."

Ning Zhi's eyes lit up slightly. Is this kid's brain circuit finally normal?

"The second step is to tear the wound open when it is almost healed. Remember, tear it open until it bleeds."

"........."

Ning Zhi clenched his back teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. He shouldn't have held out hope for this brat.

Seeing that his face was getting uglier, Fu Wang raised the corners of his lips slowly, "The third step is to apply an extremely itchy medicine on the wound. Believe me, it works better than poison powder."

Before he could finish, his body suddenly stiffened.

I suddenly felt warmth on my lips, and at the same time, a faint fragrance penetrated my nose.

Like the smell of the gardenia on the mountain after the rain.

...So disgusting!

"Don't touch me!" Fu Wang dodged suddenly and spat out the pill in his mouth.

Ning held his hand in the air, a little stiff.

The kid seems to hate him.

Even harder than last time.

Fu Wang rubbed his lips hard, and the blood on his hands smeared the corners of his lips. The smell of blood finally covered the fragrance.

Ha...the air is much fresher.

His blood smells better.

The smile on Ning Zhi's face had disappeared, and he cast a spell to freeze him with an expressionless face.

Then throw it on the bed.

Take off clothes.

Fuwang:……? ? ! ! !

"Ling Yan! What are you doing? There should be a limit to your illness!"

His verbal resistance did not gain any respect from the Immortal Lord, instead he was easily wiped out.

Fu Wang's face suddenly changed, and he was filled with anger. "You'd better stop immediately, or I will make sure you die a miserable death."

Ning Zhi had a cold face and pretended not to hear anything.

"I will cut you into pieces and throw your head to the blood demon!"

Ning Zhi used his magic power to control the strength.

"Then throw your headless body to those vile demons, and let them trample on it or eat it!"

Ning Zhi carefully healed every wound of his, including the whip wounds and burns on his private parts.

Fu Wang felt the gentle spiritual power flowing through his body, and finally calmed down, like a vigilant wolf, "What tricks are you playing?"

Ning Zhi released him from the spell and finally opened his mouth, "You are blind, right?"

Most of the injuries on his body had healed. Even if he didn't believe that Ling Yan had good intentions, it was true that he healed himself.

"Don't think I'll be grateful to you for this. These injuries are all caused by you, so it's only natural that you heal me."

Fu Wang looked gloomy and alert, groping on the bed with his fingers, trying to pull the quilt over to cover his body.

Ning Zhi let out a light click of his tongue and raised his middle finger to him. "Yes, yes, yes, I fucking owe you that."

Every dimension owes you, they have owed you for several lifetimes!

Damn, this is so frustrating!

Fu Wang looked disgusted, "Rude."

Ning Zhi took a deep breath and smiled politely, "Excuse me, do you want to die?"

"Do not want to."

Fu Wang turned his eyes away without hesitation and found that he couldn't pull the quilt.

Looking along the corner of the quilt in my hand, I found Ling Yan kneeling on the quilt.

He suddenly curled his lips, "Such a great gift from the Immortal Venerable, I can afford a few more."

Ning Zhi realized later that he was being taken advantage of and said, "Get lost."

Fu Wang took advantage of him talking and kicked Ning Zhi, successfully knocking him over, then quickly got into bed.

By the way, he turned the tables and said, "Don't think I don't know what you are up to. You just want to take advantage of me because I'm young and pretty!"

"Bah, you old pervert!"

Ning Zhi was forced to roll off the bed, sit on the ground and be scolded.

“……………………”

Damn it, he really couldn't stand this kind of frustration!

This task can't be done! Whoever wants to do it can do it!

Just let Fu Wang do his job, do it well, and do it to his heart's content.

He sat on the ground and repeatedly doubted his life. Fu Wang on the bed had fallen asleep.

He had no cultivation and was injured, so he became so sleepy that he lost consciousness as soon as he lay on the bed.

A long breathing sound came from behind him, Ning Zhi turned back speechlessly——

I saw a series of Zs on this bastard Fuwang’s head!

Damn, this kid slept so soundly after I scolded him!

Just go to sleep, who can’t sleep?

Ning Zhi lifted the quilt and was about to lie down when he heard Fu Wang mumbling, "It hurts..."

...Forget it, he won’t bother with Fu Wang.

After all, it was the original owner who bullied him first.

Ning Zhi got out of bed, tucked the quilt in for him, and went to sleep in the side hall.

But as soon as he left, Fu Wang opened his eyes.

The gloomy eyes seemed to be thoughtful.

What happened to Ling Yan? Did he have a soul transplant?

...This is unlikely.

Ling Yan must have wanted to pretend to be nice to him, then trick him into completely trusting him, and then slap him hard and stab him.

Just thinking about it, he felt happy for Ling Yan.

Unfortunately, he is not a naive person and can't be deceived by just a little magic power and tucking in the quilt.

If you have the guts, give him some silverware. Who would care about these worthless things?

But it is quite interesting to use the opponent's trick against him.

Although he is not easy to fool, Ling Yan, this idiot, seems to be easy to fool.

A vague word "pain" made him lose his mind.

Such a stupid person should be used by him.

If Ling Yan can help him get the Liuyin Cup, then after he recovers his skills, he won't mind rewarding him with an intact body.

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Ning Zhi was awakened by the noise outside the hall.

It sounds like he's scolding someone.

He stretched, performed a cleansing spell, and with a wave of his fingertips, the palace door opened to both sides.

Ning Zhi moved so quickly that an afterimage was left and in a moment he stood in front of them.

All the disciples hurriedly paid their respects, and one female voice was the clearest.

"Disciple Wei Xinyue greets Master."