Su Zhatian, the male god of fast wear

Chapter 579 The Sick Demon God (4)

"No matter what your purpose is, I have nothing but this life." Feng Qi said indifferently.

He wanted to live, no matter what An Wan's purpose was.

He only knew that An Wan could keep him alive...

"You worship me as your teacher, and I will teach you how to practice," An Wan said.

Hearing this, Feng Qi didn't hesitate at all, immediately got up from the ground, knelt down and bowed to An Wan three times and nine times.

"Disciple Feng Qi has seen Master."

Seeing Feng Qi being so straightforward, An Wan was not surprised at all.

The system, on the other hand, was astonished and unbelievable seeing this scene.

Is that how the hero accepts An Wan?

Did you just take the initiative to worship Anwan as your teacher?
But the novels and TV dramas it read before were not written or acted in this way.

Isn't it the heroine who tried every means to warm the heart of the hero, and then went through a very difficult and tormented process before the hero slowly accepted her?
Shouldn't the heroine be allowed to play the role of a beauty saving a hero?
After Feng Qi's apprenticeship, An Wan took out a white jade bottle and handed it to him.

"The old wounds in your body have accumulated for many years, and you have been poisoned for a long time to damage your roots. You should take this recovery pill first. After a few days, your body will feel better, and then I will wash your essence and marrow."

"Poisoned for a long time..." Feng Qi was taken aback.

"I checked for you. Your poison is increased once a month." An Wan said, looking directly into Feng Qi's eyes.

Once a month...

Once a month...

Once a month...

Feng Qi seemed to have thought of something, and his expressionless handsome face was gradually covered with ice.

Those blood eyes, which were already mysterious and terrifying, seemed to be occupied by a monstrous madness.

"Take the pill." An Wan reminded.

Feng Qi numbly took out the elixir from the white jade bottle, numbly stuffed it into his mouth, and numbly swallowed it.

The elixir entered his stomach, and a warm current spread throughout his body along his seven meridians...

After gaining strength, Feng Qi immediately got up and looked directly at An Wan: "Help me."

Hearing this, An Wan couldn't help but frown: "Do you want to wash your semen now?"

Feng Qi looked directly at her, his eyes were extremely firm.

An Wan: "..."

"Your body will be overwhelmed." An Wan couldn't help reminding.

Feng Qi looked straight at her, her thin lips were slightly pursed, her eyes were dim, and her face was determined except firm.

An Wan: "..."

"Sit down." An Wan was still more stubborn than Feng Qi.

Feng Qi listened to what An Wan said, and sat down with her legs crossed. An Wan sat in front of him, facing him two by two.

An Wan stretched out her hand, and her five fingers covered Feng Qi's head. A powerful demon energy followed her hand and invaded Feng Qi's body bit by bit...

"uh-huh!"

When the devilish energy entered his body, Feng Qi frowned immediately, and couldn't help but groan.

"You are a natural born super spirit body, a natural sword god."

Seeing Feng Qi's resistance because his spirit body was invaded by demon energy, An Wan suddenly said.

As soon as she said this, Feng Qi's tightly closed eyes suddenly widened.

He stared fixedly at An Wan, bit his lower lip tightly with his white teeth, and traces of blood continued to flow out from his lips.

"I'm not wrong, and you're not wrong."

"You, Feng Qi, the second young master of the Feng family, are born with the best spiritual body, the talent of a born sword god that is rare in ten thousand years." An Wan paused every word.

"puff."

Feng Qi couldn't hold back, and sprayed a mouthful of scorching blood towards An Wan's delicate face.

Just when the blood donation was about to splash on An Wan's face, suddenly, a transparent barrier appeared, the blood donation was blocked, and it fell straight to the ground.

(End of this chapter)