Grudge Breaker

- "They said there is no more medicine, why are you still giving me a shot?!"

Zhuang Yuheng was anxious. He was also in a panic and uneasy mood at the moment. He didn't realize that the two of them had to decide the winner because of the enchantment technique in the death arena.

"Look at you, how old are you, how can you be so childish? If word gets out that one is the dignified Lord Si Chen, and the other is the Lord of Yue Yue Wangchuan, fighting over a woman to the point where the whole world turns pale, wouldn't you be ashamed?!"

The two of them had no reaction to his words, but each began to accumulate mana, as if they were going to give the other a fatal blow.

"Stop it! After ten hours, Weiwei will drink a bowl of soup made from Huangquan Sungrass. One bowl of soup will require three Sungrass plants. After another ten hours, Weiwei will need another bowl. In this way, at least three bowls will be needed. That girl Only then will he be able to wake up. On the contrary, if he stops taking the medicine during this period...you can come back and fight again then! It would be good to kill one of them and bury him with him."

Gu Cangyue and Mo Tingfeng only had eyes for each other at this moment, their magic power was condensing around them, and neither of them paid attention to him. Zhuang Yuheng was so angry that he couldn't do anything about them, so he stopped talking to them and turned around and flashed back to the Marrow Washing Hall. Now he felt upset even if he looked at them more than once.
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"I will do my best this time. If you want to blame me, it's your fault that you have a crush on someone, but you still fall in love with her."

"I can't die right now. I have to fight for her to get the medicine. Lord Cangyue, I'm offended."

While talking, both of them used ten of their power to deliver a fatal blow to each other!

Surprisingly, as if they had agreed upon it, neither of them retreated. Precisely because they did not dodge, neither of these killing moves hit each other, but narrowly missed each other and flew towards the void—— In fact, they didn't intend to actually kill each other. They just said harsh words in the hope that they could defeat each other as soon as possible, so that they could break the barrier and save Song Weichen.

The two of them hit the barrier with all their strength. They never expected that the barrier of the Death Arena, which had to be resolved with a winner, would be immediately torn to pieces. After all, they were both at the peak of their combat power. The power of the ten thousand thunderbolts is unbearable even for such a barrier.

Mo Tingfeng was the first to stop when he saw this, "I didn't hurt you, right? Yu Heng is right, it's really childish. If you don't fight, I'll admit defeat."

"Stop irritating me with your words. It's not that easy if you really want to hurt me. There is no win or lose in today's battle. If we don't fight, it's boring." Unknowingly, Gu Cangyue spoke to Mo Tingfeng, no longer insisting. Calling himself "I" shows that Gu Cangyue more or less recognizes him in her heart.

A fierce fight brought out some sympathy between two people who disliked each other.

Gu Cangyue admired in her heart that Mo Tingfeng was worthy of being the most powerful fighter in the world. He was indeed affected by some kind of restricted backlash and was unable to use his full strength, but she was still no match for him.

Mo Tingfeng, on the other hand, admired and even envied Gu Cangyue's courage to speak out and do things without being sloppy at all. Unlike him, he had too many rules and too many self-imposed restrictions. In addition, Gu Cangyue did save Song Weichen, even though she might never be able to do so again. Although he had no chance to do so, he thought about Gu Cang Yue's kindness from the bottom of his heart.
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"I'll leave immediately to find the Underworld Sun Grass. Weiwei... I'll leave it to you to take care of me. I'll take my leave."

"Wait a minute." Gu Cangyue stopped Mo Tingfeng and threw him a small jade bottle, "If you take a blow and use force, your soul will inevitably be damaged. This medicine can help you recover."

After a pause, he found a reason for his actions, "I am not sympathizing with you, but there are many ferocious beasts and demons in the extreme north of Huangquan. I am worried that you will not be able to bring back Huangquan Sun Grass if you die there, so it will be delayed." Treat Weiwei."

There was only one red pill in the small jade bottle, so Mo Tingfeng poured it out and ate it, "Thank you."

"The far north is remote. Even if I wait for a round trip, it will take three hours. You go first. I know someone who has some wild ways in the land of Meijie and Huangquan. Let's go find him first and search the bottom of the box. Maybe Something can be gained.”

"Are you talking about the Sad Painting Fan? She is afraid of gold and fire, and will not have the underworld sun grass." Mo Tingfeng said. Gu Cangyue shook her head and said, "It's a businessman named Shu Yulong who has lived in Youmeni for a long time. Without further ado, let's set off separately and meet up at the Marrow Washing Hall later." After that, Gu Cangyue disappeared.

"Shu Yulong, it's Shu Yulong again, what is the background of this person, so that the Lord of Wangchuan can be interested in him." Mo Tingfeng thought to himself that he had asked people to check his details, but they couldn't find out anything about him. There are flaws, but the more this happens, the more suspicious this person is, and you must not be careless about him.

But these are all things for later, the most important thing right now is to find the Sun Grass quickly.

He felt his magic power and internal strength, and found that he had recovered eighty-nine points, and his soul had been basically restored. Gu Cangyue's medicine must be a precious thing of the immortal family, and it was indeed amazing.

If he were like this, a round trip to the land in the far north of the Underworld could be shortened to two and a half hours at the fastest, which meant that he had less than eight hours to find herbs, so he needed to leave as soon as possible without further delay.

With this in mind, he identified the direction in the air and quickly headed towards the extreme north of Huangquan.
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The huge marrow washing hall was extremely quiet.

Zhuang Yuheng withdrew his attendants and quietly watched over the unconscious Song Weichen.

I don't know when, Gu Cangyue's auxiliary soul disappeared from the palace. It seems that he was recalled by the Lord of Wangchuan to search for sun grass. There was a huge tearing sound of the barrier in the air in front of half a stick of incense. Only then did he realize that the barrier that had previously blocked him was actually a death battle arena. No wonder the two of them kept fighting. Zhuang Yuheng shook his head and came back to look at Song Weichen in front of him.

He remembered what the proprietress of the rouge shop said to him that day when they went shopping together on the water street, "I'm afraid the girl is Lord Sikong's pet peeve." Thinking of this, he smiled to himself, it was true that she was a pet peeve. , but there are too many wolves who are interested in this piece of meat, and he really can't grab it.

"I only hope that you will be well, and I have nothing else to ask for." He whispered to the unconscious little man.
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Of course Song Weichen couldn't hear it, she was trapped in a nightmare at the moment.

Together with Sang Pu, she was trapped in a cramped and dark attic in the backyard of her uncle's house. Song Weichen was very confused. She was obviously just dreaming, "Isn't she just a third-person perspective?", but why couldn't she leave the room? She wanted to talk to Sang Pu, but the latter couldn't hear or see her.

To be precise, wherever Sang Pu went, Song Weichen would follow her passively like a ghost.

At first, I accompanied her to the brazier, watching her cry silently under the hijab. Her hands hidden in her sleeves trembled, and she threw two word cards that read "Nothing to do with the romance" and "Go far away" into the brazier. , a tear dropped in, and with a squeak, a trace of white smoke rose.

She watched them burn to embers, then stepped over the brazier and entered the house through the main entrance, and paid homage to her uncle-in-law as a head wife. He was a fat old man in his fifties who had a big belly and looked greasy and lustful. His yellow teeth looked even more wanton due to his grin, which made Song Weichen feel sick for Sang Pu.

The old man couldn't hold back even when he was praying. Taking advantage of the opportunity to help Sang Pu up, he squeezed and rubbed her waist and buttocks vigorously. It could be seen that Sang Pu's body was extremely tight, but she did not hide after all.

Isn’t Mo Tingfeng in the dream bad? Song Weichen couldn't figure out what she was thinking about marrying this old man. But speaking of it...it seemed like Mo Tingfeng hadn't appeared in her dreams for a long time. Could it be that he had betrayed her? Song Weichen curled his lips. The kind of scheming man who changes his mind when he changes his mind is not worthy of her humiliation and marrying a piece of fat, right?

Song Weichen shuddered when she suddenly thought of something. Well, given her current temperament, would she be forced to watch Sang Pu and Fatty's wedding night? !