Immortal world foodie: husband makes me noodle soup

Chapter 167 Seriously Injured Zhong Xiaotian

"You're talking nonsense. Why wouldn't Master not want to see me? Something must have happened to Master. You let me go in and have a look." Yang Juanjuan didn't believe what Zhan Ling said, so he went on a rampage and wanted to break in.

Zhan Ling was already worried about whether Qian Zang could suppress the restlessness of his soul, and he couldn't hear such a bad word as something wrong.

At this time, when she heard Yang Juanjuan say that something happened to Qian Zang, a raging rage suddenly rose in her heart, she pointed her finger at Yang Juanjuan's face, and said angrily: "You troublesome spirit, did something happen to your critical master?" Only then will I be satisfied."

"I, I didn't." Yang Juanjuan felt her hand fell on his face like a knife, and slashed across his heart. There was no bleeding, only pain.

"You still said no, did you cause less trouble for the master?" Zhan Lingqi's eyes turned red, if she could kill her, she would like to strangle her to death now.

Yang Juanjuan cried in fright at Zhan Ling's aggressive questioning.

Zhong Xiaotian saw that Yang Juanjuan was crying, and his heart was burning with anger. He grabbed Zhan Ling's hand and pushed her back fiercely, "Say one more word of Juanjuan, and I'll take you in immediately, sir."

"Yang Juanjuan, you are just relying on other people's kindness to you, so you dare to do whatever you want. You never think about the consequences when you do things, and do whatever you want. Because there is always someone behind you to wipe your ass." Zhan Ling Ignoring Zhong Xiaotian's threat, he continued to grit his teeth and said: "Do you know that your behavior of not thinking about others is very selfish, very annoying, disgusting, and disgusting!"

"Snapped!"

Before Zhan Ling could finish speaking, Zhong Xiaotian had already pulled out his demon whip, and unceremoniously swung the whip towards her angrily.

Zhan Ling had suffered in Zhong Xiaotian's hands before, and knew that his most powerful thing was spells. This time, she didn't give him a chance to take out the spells, and directly sacrificed the black iron sword, and Zhong Xiaotian, who was struck by the sword, flew backwards.

"Xiao Tianer..." Seeing Zhong Xiaotian being sent flying, Yang Juanjuan felt distressed and frightened, and turned around crying to chase after him.

Holding the black iron sword in his hand, Zhan Ling looked at Zhong Xiaotian coldly: "Do you really think that I can't beat you? Zhong Xiaotian doesn't have those charms, and your cultivation is no more than that."

After flying a few feet away, Zhong Xiaocai tried his best to stabilize his figure so that he did not fly out of the inn.

He knelt in mid-air, and before he could finish listening to the battle spirit, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell from the air to the first floor.

"Little Tianer..." Yang Juanjuan yelled, climbed over the railing on the second floor, jumped directly from the second floor to the first floor, and fell in front of Zhong Xiaotian, "How are you, Xiaotian?"

"puff!"

Yang Juanjuan wanted to help him up, but as soon as his hands touched his body, he vomited a mouthful of blood, which frightened her so much that she didn't dare to help him up again, tears streaming down her face.

Zhong Xiaotian knew that the last time he fought with Zhan Ling, he relied entirely on spells to suppress Zhan Ling's monster power, forcing her mana to weaken accordingly, and he was able to win.

He always knew that if he didn't have the spell, he might not be the opponent of War Spirit, but he didn't expect that War Spirit's mana was so strong that he could be injured so badly with a single sword strike.

It was because he underestimated the enemy!

Zhong Xiaotian was lying on the ground, blood gushing out mouthfuls.Feeling Yang Juanjuan's tears dripping on his face, he really wanted to tell the crying sad girl that he was fine, but his internal injuries were too severe, let alone talking, he didn't even have the ability to move his mouth.

He blinked and blinked at her desperately, but she kept paying attention to his bleeding mouth and didn't pay attention to his eyes.

Such a brutal scene happened in the inn, except for the disciples of Xiuxian Pavilion, everyone else ran out of the inn in fright, and some even reported to the officials.

"Little Tian'er, don't die, you can't die." Yang Juanjuan cried while wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Shi Shi and the others stood far away, as if they had been frightened, and no one came out to speak.

When I heard the movement when I was young, I came out of the kitchen and saw Yang Juanjuan kneeling in front of Zhong Xiaotian and crying.

Before he had time to ask what happened, he stretched out his hand and tapped Zhong Xiaotian's chest a few times to stop the bleeding, and checked his injuries.

Although the injury was serious, it was not fatal, so he comforted Yang Juanjuan, "He's fine, he'll be fine after a few days of recuperation."

"Really?" Yang Juanjuan asked incredulously, seeing Xiao Xiao nodding her head, and hearing Zhong Xiaotian humming lightly, she felt relieved.

Afterwards, she stood up, wiped away her tears, pointed to the war spirit upstairs and said, "Little cat, you want to avenge me, you are the little boy who was injured by the war spirit."

Shi Xiao looked up at Zhan Ling, and before he could say a word, he saw Zhan Ling pointing at Yang Juanjuan beside him with a black iron sword, and said, "If you hurt one, it's hurt, and if you hurt two, I don't mind." One more injury. Yang Juanjuan, today I will hurt all those who protect you and those who help you, let’s see if you dare to be so arrogant in the future, talk without thinking about the consequences, just do whatever you want?”

Before he finished speaking, Zhan Ling raised his black iron sword and aimed at the hour to strike.

Seeing that the Black Iron Sword was about to fall, a pile of vines suddenly appeared from nowhere, quickly covering both the Black Iron Sword and the War Spirit, and then Taotao's voice came over.

"I'll see who dares to attack the master!"

A huge green monkey with a body covered in tangles and a height of nearly one foot came out of Yang Juanjuan's room leisurely.

"Let go of me quickly! You stinky monkey, how dare you sneak attack!" Zhan Ling cursed in anger and anxiety.

Taotao raised his foot, kicked the war spirit in front of Yang Juanjuan, and said with a smile: "Master, I will leave her to you. It is up to you to fight or kill."

Yang Juanjuan thought about beating Zhan Ling severely, but when he saw her body wrapped in tree vines, he remembered his desperate and painful experience when he was treated like this by the tree demon.She compared her heart to her heart, and couldn't bear to do anything to her.

Just as she was about to ask Taotao to let her go, she suddenly heard a noise at the door.

They turned their heads to look, and saw a lot of people pushing the official posts over in a mighty way.

When these people saw the appearance of Taotao and Zhan Ling, they collectively screamed, turned around and ran away.

"A monster, it's a monster."

"Run, there are monsters."

After a while, those people at the door ran away completely. After everyone went back, they closed the door tightly and dared not come out again.

The most pitiful thing is the owner of this inn, the guy, and the guests, they have to find another place to live.

…………

While Yang Juanjuan and the others were focusing on the common people, the war spirit turned into a sharp black iron, and instantly cut off the vines that bound him.

The tree vine is a part of Taotao's body. When it was cut off, it immediately felt a piercing pain. It instinctively took the tree embryo into its body, and its body shrank to a little monkey less than a foot.

And the first thing Zhan Ling cuts off the vines is to find Yang Juanjuan to settle the score.

But before her hand touched Yang Juanjuan's clothes, she was pushed away by Shiu's palm.

(End of this chapter)