Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

Puyu stood there for quite a while, listening to the cry for help getting weaker and weaker, until he could no longer hear it, then he decided to leave. In this weird place, he still should not meddle in his own business, besides, he has more important things to do. Things to do, not so much kindness to spread.

After walking for a while, Puyu was very restless, and he didn't even have the mood not to kill the monster. Finally, he stopped, sighed, scratched his head, and finally decided to go back...

He is not a particularly good phoenix, but he is also a phoenix who knows big about right and wrong, great good and evil, and he can't do things like dying, even though he decided to leave just now, because he felt that there was a woman asking for help in this place. Something was really wrong, but... even though he knew it, he still felt that if he didn't look, he would have a bad conscience.

People are different. Although the heart is made of flesh, some people's hearts are harder than stone, while others always maintain a soft side.

Puyu is such a person, even though he has experienced the cruelty of the world in the mortal world, even though he looks like a dandy in front of others, his heart is always pure.

Pu Yu returned to the original place, walked slowly following the call for help just now, pushed aside the dense bushes, and found a deep hole, which should be a trap set by hunters to catch large beasts.

He felt depressed, it was really strange that there were traps dug by hunters in this pitiful place with few people.

And it seems that this trap has been dug for a long time.

The sky was getting dark, and the trap was deep, and it was too dark to see clearly below, but these were nothing to Puyu, he was the divine bird Phoenix, his eyes were not afraid of any darkness.

Puyu squatted beside the trap, looking down, there were dead branches and fallen leaves everywhere under the trap, and a white figure in the corner was trembling, making extremely weak weeping sounds.

Puyu raised his eyebrows, he didn't smell any evil spirit, but he smelled a bloody smell, the woman below should be injured...

"Hey... are you still alive?" Pu Yu grabbed a branch at his feet and threw it down.

The white shadow curled up into a ball, after hearing the movement, raised his head, saw Puyu, and cried out, "Please...help me...help me..."

Her voice was hoarse, very weak, almost inaudible, but it could be heard that she was shouting with all her strength...

Pu Yu didn't act immediately, but frowned, his eyes were very sharp, the golden pupils turned black under the cover-up, but it didn't affect his vision.

He could clearly see the woman below, her whole body was covered with dirt and dirt, and the original skin color could hardly be seen on her face, there was blood and wet soil, she was in extreme embarrassment.

Only those teary eyes were very bright, filled with prayers and sadness, looking at Puyu as if he was her only salvation, her god, her only reliance...

This kind of look can confuse people, especially men. After all, every man has a kind of machismo in his heart. He hopes to be admired and respected, and he also wants to protect the weak...

But... Puyu is not very understanding of style, he still looks at it indifferently, although he is young and impulsive, but he is a rough and fine person.