Lord of the night.

Chapter 1250 Meeting [First Update]

Rui Qianshan's face twisted, his eyes almost popped out: "What's wrong with my character? Laoqi, I don't bully people like you!"

Feng Yunqi said calmly: "Don't stare at me. In terms of combat power and cultivation, you are no match for me!"

"..."

Rui Qianshan didn't want to talk anymore.

Because he knew that he really couldn't beat Old Deng.

Although I have made a breakthrough and my realm has been elevated, but... it seems I still can't win.

"This kid has stopped emitting black air." Rui Qianshan changed the subject.

"There should be one last burst. That burst is the truly fatal one that can affect the future of the root bone."

Feng Yunqi stared at him, "This kind of injury is inevitable. It is the dead energy in the internal organs and bones. If it is not there, the injury will not be so serious. It comes out as fast as shooting an arrow, so it is called 'shooting poison'. If he can't force it out by himself, you listen to my command and be ready to help at any time."

As he was speaking, Rui Qianshan had no time to agree.

Then, a colorful poisonous mist suddenly rose up from the white mist steaming from Fang Che's body.

It was like dozens of poisonous snakes of various colors bursting out at the same time.

It was like a group of arrows suddenly shot out of the body.

Then it disappeared without a trace.

"Okay, the last spurt is out. I have to say, you came really fast."

Feng Yunqi said: "It seems that this kid has a really solid foundation."

“This is the first time I’ve seen this poison.”

Rui Qianshan waved his hand to intercept two of them, then took a sip and took a puff.

Then he coughed a few times and said in shock: "It actually made me cough!!"

Feng Yunqi looked at him like an idiot: "Do you really think you are a god? Even Duan Xiyang would cough if he smelled something implanted in his bones like this!"

"Haha, you mean Duan Xiyang is better than me?" Rui Qianshan said with a dark face.

"So you are better than him? Why aren't you the one competing for first place?"

Feng Yunqi's words made Rui Qianshan shut up completely.

Damn, I can’t beat him!
I went to Qipan Mountain to challenge Duan Xiyang, but he ignored me...

The two were speechless, and after they ran out of conversation, they could only stare at Fang Che's face.

Sure enough, after this puff of poisonous smoke came out, no more poisonous gas came out.

Fang Che slowly finished his exercise, his face and body covered in sweat, beads of sweat flowing down his thin body.

But his spirits were visibly lifted.

He was too thin, with almost no flesh on his body, and only blue veins could be seen floating on the surface of his skin.

I got up from the bed and took a few steps, and I felt very steady.

"Thank you, Master Jian, Senior Feng."

Fang Che knew Fengyunqi.

"Fang Che."

Rui Qianshan sighed and said, "This time, you really entered the Hades Palace, and were dragged back alive."

Fang Che smiled faintly: "It can't be possible that this disaster is destined to happen."

"You are open-minded."

Rui Qianshan laughed: "What do you think?"

Fang Che said bleakly: "I don't have any feelings. It's quite normal."

"This isn't like you."

Rui Qianshan asked: "Why, are you discouraged?"

"Not really."

Fang Che said calmly: "The killing is not cruel enough. The mainland needs to be rectified!"

"Kill the embryo!"

Rui Qianshan sighed sincerely: "This person is really a natural killer. If it were someone else, they would have long been disgusted with the world, but you actually feel that killing is too lenient."

"There are many scums in the world, but there is always a blue sky. If you want the blue sky to fall, you need red blood to fill it up!"

Fang Che smiled faintly: "This is what I do. It's only natural for them to deal with me. There's nothing to say."

After saying this, Fang Che felt a little depressed.

Ye Meng's dissatisfied eyes glanced at him again and again.

Feng Yunqi saw his disciple's dissatisfaction and pulled Rui Qianshan away, complaining as he walked: "I didn't realize you were so talkative. I've just recovered from a serious injury. You should at least be more careful..."

He walked away while talking.

Fang Che lay down on the bed, feeling as if his body was empty and extremely sleepy. He held Ye Meng's hand and said a few words, but he didn't even know what he said and fell asleep again.

Ye Meng sat quietly beside the bed, hugging his arm, with a look of heartache and happiness on her face.

He is finally back.

Even though he was seriously injured, even though...but, in the end, he was by my side again.

It’s really not easy. It’s really not easy.

Ye Meng thought about Fang Che's journey.

From Bibo City, to Baiyun Continent, to Donghu Continent, to Baiwu Continent, to Tiandu City... to Shenjing.

From a warrior to a samurai, he has turned the tide all the way...

From the Guardians to the Orthodox Church, and back and forth.

He is like a messenger walking on the border between light and darkness, a god wandering between the clouds and hell; he may be shattered to pieces at any time and place, and may die at any moment.

Switching back and forth between two identities, jumping back and forth between life and death.

“It’s really not easy for you…” Ye Meng put Fang Che’s skinny hand on her face and said with heartache: “Why do you have to be a hero…”

I heard a long sigh in my dream at night.

Some things need to be done by someone, and someone needs to be worthy of the title of hero. Ye Meng herself is an undercover agent, and she is also willing to sacrifice her life for the cause of the Guardians.

However, after truly knowing Fang Che's identity and understanding what he had done, Ye Meng still had this feeling.

because.

"…This is my man…"

It turns out that he had already taken on this great task when he was so weak!

In Ye Meng's gentle gaze, the image of her as a man and a hero gradually merged, and eventually turned into a deep love.

"In this life, with a husband like this, what else can a woman ask for?!"

She also understood Fang Che's hysteria at times, such as when he was the leader of Xingmang and the killing and cruelty when he was the Night Demon...

I couldn't help but feel even more distressed.

Well... he was using that method to vent his stress.

Perhaps only such unbridled and reckless brutality could relieve some of the pressure on him...

“It’s so hard.”

Ye Meng sighed softly.

Now, he was seriously injured and was sleeping quietly in his arms like a child.

Ye Meng held Fang Che's arm and felt her heart, which was more peaceful, happy, reliable and stable than it had been in more than half a year.

"I really hope you can stay by my side forever...if you are completely healthy..."

Ye Meng was looking forward to it, but then he sighed softly.

On the eleventh day, Fang Che's cultivation level fully improved. The bridge between heaven and earth was completely connected. All the muscles in his body began to recover. The hidden injuries on his bones were completely healed. His complexion and hair also recovered.

My whole body is filled with endless medicinal power and an endless sense of strength.

Infinite vitality is washing over his body at all times and in all places.

The face is rosy.

He has recovered more than 80% of the style and elegance that General Fang had back then.

However, compared to before, he is much thinner, giving people a cold and desolate feeling.

This was left behind deliberately by Fang Che. After experiencing such a life-and-death situation and being wrongly killed, it was impossible for a person's mentality not to change.

Mentality, expression, appearance, attitude and state of mind.

There will inevitably be changes.

Fang Che had already been pondering this change for a long time.

This time he was truly recovering from a serious injury, and all his flesh was growing back. Fang Che was unable to move within a short period of time. He needed to use his spiritual energy to re-temper his bones and every inch and every strand of his muscles and tendons.

This is different. If we suddenly do something with high intensity now, our muscles and bones will not be able to bear it.

For this, Fang Che had cursed Yan Suiyun in his heart a thousand and eight hundred times.

Especially after he was able to move again, he first touched his crotch with his hand, let out a long sigh, and it got longer again!

If it doesn't grow out, it will be the end.

When I went to the bathroom, I looked at myself and sighed.

Damn, I saw a green dragon.

"That won't work... I have to wait until it's fully healed before operating..."

"Yan Suiyun you old bastard!"

But he soon discovered one thing, that his father-in-law still gave him some benefits, because his real origin was actually not lost.

After all this work, it is basically equivalent to reshaping the bones and reshaping the body.

There is a feeling of 'destruction before establishment, failure before success'.

Moreover, when tempering his bones, the feeling of every inch of bone being 'tempered' made him clearly feel the growth process of his bones!
This process made him feel very wonderful, and he had a sense of "rebirth".

This is a very important feeling, because any warrior actually has no clear perception when he is tempering his bones.

Once the tempering is completed, it is completed. As the level becomes higher and higher, the bones will be tempered automatically.

No one has ever been like Fang Che, who has the spiritual awareness of a Saint King close to that of a Saint Emperor, and can clearly observe every growth and change of his own bones.

After all, no one would be willing to make holes in their Saint King or Saint Emperor bones...

Generally speaking, people who were injured to the extent of Fang Che were not completely dead, but had already died rotten.

You have to know that this was done bit by bit by Yan Suiyun, like embroidering a flower. If you get injured like this in battle... you can only survive if you are blessed by the gods...

Therefore, Fang Che also knew clearly that although he had suffered a great deal this time.

But my father-in-law also gave me some sweet things...

Of course, this did not stop the son-in-law from scolding him. And he was deliberately trying to take revenge on him! That was for sure. I couldn't take revenge on you, but could I not take revenge on your daughter?
You little witch, just wait for me!

I'm here to collect the debt your father owes me!

A daughter pays off her father’s debt, there’s nothing wrong with that!
Fang Che used various basic perfect forms to polish his entire body.

Using the changes in bones, the progress of muscles, the polishing of tendons, and then once again trying to figure out the power of perfection... it's another different feeling.

The time spent on this kind of exercise every day is more than eight hours.

The body is becoming healthier and stronger.

But the face must remain thin.

Compared to the original Mr. Fang, who was a heroic, handsome and super-handsome man... he now looks a bit more experienced and mature.

Finally this night.

Dongfang Sansan is here.

(End of this chapter)