I Have A Devouring System

speaking of which, the residents of Dongri City are really innocent.

For no reason, because of the greed of the City Lord, we will suffer together.

After a while, the powerhouse of Dongri City landed on a small island riding a few white sea eagles.

Seeing those powerhouses, the dísciple did not give them the slightest expression, and they all chose to ignore them.

"Many of our powerhouses in Dongri City have been injured. Please come over and help with the treatment."

A Martial Artist said.

The tone is full of unwillingness to refuse.

Wu Qi also got a temper, glanced at the man, and said leisurely:

"I'm sleepy."

hearing this, other dísciples have a good heart. Yawned.

"Aiya, people who have enough food and drink are easy to get sleepy."

"Yawn~~Yes, what do you say about sleepiness? We killed it. More devil beasts."

"Don't tell me, I will go to bed first."

As everyone talked, they got up pretending to find a place to sleep.

Third Realm's Martial Artist, it doesn't matter if you don't sleep for ten days in a row.

"Don’t forget! You came here to help us! You are fighting here at first, we didn’t say anything! That’s for you Imperial Capital Academy's face, you still dare not help! Shall we treat the wounded?"

The Martial Artist frowned and shouted coldly.

Qiu Lingfeng was a little bit angry when he listened to this guy's words.

Listening to this tone, are they still the group of people begging to come and help Dongri City?

If you ask for someone, you have to beg for someone!

This kind of arrogant attitude, coupled with this kind of begging words, is really funny.

Laughing to death, almost like a proud dog.

Chapter 335 I don’t make it difficult for you.

"Didn’t you hear it? Tired! Have to rest."

Qiu Lingfeng moved towards These powerhouses said in a flat tone.

"Our wounded can't wait so long! Hurry up and go back to the city with us!"

The Martial Artist, who was anxious, shouted.

He didn't believe it anymore.

With just a few Academy dísciples, can they turn the sky in front of him as a psychic Martial Artist?

Qiu Lingfeng waved casually.

A chair condensed by Power of Frost appears.

"I'm not free, tired!"

Qiu Lingfeng said with an arrogant tone with Erlang's legs tilted, holding head leaning against the back of the chair.

as everyone knows.

When talking to people, you only need to show your personal appearance.

The Martial Artist opened his eyes and gritted his teeth.

He just wanted to burst into an imposing manner and capture Qiu Lingfeng and the others.

I was stopped by a person next to him.

"When will you rest well and when will you be free?"

The man walked out and asked.

Qiu Lingfeng glanced at other people, thought about it, and said:

"Look at your mood, you will always feel tired if you are in a bad mood."

"Are you kidding us?"

The rough-tempered Martial Artist shouted.

"No, what did you do to us, shouldn’t we do the same to you? Don’t you treat guests the same way, do as you live in the countryside."