Fengjue Tianxia: Poison Doctor Seventh Miss

The momentum was so loud that almost everyone heard it. The resentment in those words made people feel as if they were being targeted by a poisonous snake.

Even the silver-eyed man narrowed his eyes slightly.

But Feng Qingyue just smiled indifferently, "I saved you, I never wanted to get anything, it's just that I want to go out, and you also want to go out. Things that I can't do alone need people with common goals Come and help me achieve it. It’s just mutual benefit, no big deal.”

"It's none of my business whether you thank me or not."

Feng Qingyue's hand stuck to the wall, and the voice spread in all directions, reaching everyone's ears.The voice was flat and gentle, neither happy nor angry, and suddenly changed the subject,

"However, although I have the ability to save you without expecting anything in return, I will not touch those who will stab me in the back."

"When you have nothing, you can make a promise. A disagreement is a curse. Haha."

"Whether I save or not, it has nothing to do with you."

"Stupid boy, don't let me go out if you have the ability! Otherwise, your life will be worse than death!" After being choked back by Feng Qingyue in this way, the man's voice became even more venomous, as if he wanted to face Feng Qingyue at this time. Take a bite, drink blood and eat meat.

"You, there is no chance." Feng Qingyue stood in front of the man, stretched out her hand to pinch the iron chain that penetrated the man's body from the lute bone, and yanked fiercely.

Bang!

The man's body was instantly reduced to ashes, and even the godhead just struggled a bit, and then shattered.

Perhaps, Feng Qingyue was really in danger facing him outside, but in this nether dead zone, those iron chains were enough help for her.

"It's not good for you to be treated differently like this." Shui Tong, who followed Feng Qingyue at the end, looked at Feng Qingyue with some hesitation after hearing what Feng Qingyue said. Although what he said was right, some things should not be said carelessly. .

"I am willing." Withdrawing his hands and turning around, he walked in the next direction.

"You..." Shui Tong looked at Feng Qingyue's back, wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

The scholar-like man put his hand on the shoulder of the bucket, looked at the flickering lights, and said, "Some people are like that, and think that you should do whatever you want. Once you don't agree to do it, you will He tried every means to plot against you. He thought that his future was dark because of your disapproval. But why don't you think about it, why should others help him?"

"I know. But those people here will bring him inconvenience. Little man, it's always troublesome." Shui Tong replied in a low voice. He also understands the reason for Feng Qingyue's good, but...

"No one can achieve perfection to satisfy everyone. Do you know the story of the farmer and the snake? The dwarf." The scholar leaned on the shoulder of the bucket, followed the instructions, and looked at the blank look of the bucket and said, "There was once a Farmer, he rescued a snake that nearly froze to death, and then he was bitten to death."

"..." Bucket's beard trembled, this story is too simple, don't fool him just because he is a dwarf!What are you kidding, what does this story have to do with the boss of Pink Boy?

The wisdom of dwarves is indeed limited, and at some point they will always fall into their own vicious circle and cannot extricate themselves!