Take your son to get married

Chapter 672 One Kill 7
"Look, find that bastard, Bu Yanchen, and the ants who dared to kill my Wireless Heavenly Man, find..."

A voice full of anger and violence exploded over this mysterious land like a thunderbolt, echoing around the beams and continuing away.

The mountains and forests were faint, and Mo Qianchenfeng, who couldn't get into the other side, clearly heard the angry roars and earth-shattering explosions from the place where they were just now in the distance.

This is the other four wireless sky masters looking for it.

Feng Shukuang and Mo Qianchen, who were hidden in the forest, looked at each other, with extremely serious expressions in their eyes.

"Damn it, it's a good thing they run fast. This group of people are really not human." The Iron Overlord, who was wrapped around Mo Qianchen, only came back to his senses at this moment. He called out in a low voice: "Chenchen, you were so powerful and handsome just now."

Responding to all kinds of changes with the same, and killing three thousand enemies with both losses, this kind of energy is really too domineering.

When Mo Qianchen heard what the Iron Bawang said, Fang slowly stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, which was covered with sweat.

"Don't fight like this in the future." Feng Shukuang hugged Bu Yanchen and sat down. Hearing this, he turned around and reached out to hold Mo Qianchen's hand tightly.

Just now when he saw Mo Qianchen fighting with that irritable man, his heart almost jumped out of shock. He didn't want to see the second round of such a reckless fight. .. . . .

Mo Qianchen sat down following Feng Shukuang's pull, stretched out his hand to pat Feng Shukuang's hand, and smiled comfortingly at Feng Shukuang.

She didn't want to fight like this, but if she didn't use this method to seize the opportunity at that moment, she probably wouldn't be able to live like this now.

Feng Shukuang realized what Mo Qianchen was thinking, and couldn't help but hold Mo Qianchen's hand even tighter, that hand was so strong that it almost crushed the bones of Mo Qianchen's hand.

Mo Qianchen didn't speak or resist, and just let Feng Shukuang hold her tightly, with a gentle smile on his face.

Two hands are clasped, one is full of worry, the other is full of comfort, the eyes of the two looking at each other can almost only accommodate both of them at this moment, and they can't take care of others.

Bu Yanchen, who was lying in Feng Shukuang's arms, saw a slight fluctuation in the depths of his eyes, and opened his mouth to speak, but in the end he didn't know what to say, so he couldn't help coughing twice.

"Mother, how are you?" Feng Shukuang was awakened by this cough, and Feng Shukuang immediately turned to look at Bu Yanchen and asked.

Bu Yanchen looked at Feng Shukuang, who had a cold face but did not hide his worry and anxiety in his eyes, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, forced a smile and said, "I can't die."

With the medicine that Mo Qianchen gave her just now, although her injury could not be completely cured, it was able to fully control her injury and she could not die.

After finishing speaking, Bu Yanchen reached out and patted Feng Shukuang's worried face, then slowly turned to look at Mo Qianchen and said, "Mo Qianchen, I owe you a favor."

If you don't like it, you don't like it, if you owe favors, you owe favors. She is not a person who doesn't know right from wrong.

"I owe it." Mo Qianchen didn't say much when he heard the words, and just threw out two words lightly, appearing neither flattering nor gracious.

Bu Yanchen looked at Mo Qianchen's expression, and didn't say much, but turned her head arrogantly and looked at Feng Shukuang.

"Hey, you old woman, don't wag your tail. This is a life-saving grace. It's just a favor, you..."

(End of this chapter)