"No, I didn't say anything, you heard it wrong." Gu Fenghua denied what he said.

Originally, she wanted to help Luo Enen find a demon pet, but after knowing her purpose, she was too lazy to spend that effort. What did she find? Let her study whether to eat it while stewing, roasting, steaming, or cold-stirring?

After unfolding his figure, Gu Fenghua took the lead in flying towards Chengyun Valley.

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"Young Master, how are you doing? Young Master! You wake up the Young Master, don't scare me." Gu Fenghua and others left for a long time, and the young man with horse face gradually woke up from his nightmare. When he thought of something, he was shocked, turned over and got up from the ground, and helped the young man next to him up and shouted in horror.

This time they accompanied Duanmu Qingming out for a trip, the biggest task was to protect him. If he had a few shortcomings, how should they explain to the sect?

Seeing the face in front of me with a blue nose, swollen and pig's head, the young man with horse face was so scared that he almost disappeared, and tears rolled out again.

"Third Brother, it's me." Under his affectionate call, the young disciple opened his eyes and said weakly.

"Young Sect Master, how are you doing? Young Sect Master? Wake up, Young Sect Master, don't scare me." Seeing that he had recognized the wrong person, the young man with horse face quickly helped another young man beside him.

"Second Brother, it's me, not the young master." The disciple woke up and shook his head and said.

"Young Sect Master..." The young man with horse face immediately helped another young man up.

However, the awakening of several people in succession was not Duanmu Qingming.

"Young Master, where have you been, where have you been?" The young man with horse face screamed.

"Senior brother, you cough, cough, you..." A junior brother wanted to say something, but he coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood foam and finally pointed at his feet.

The young man with horse face looked down and found that he was stepping on someone under his feet. Is it so coincidental that no one stepped on it and just stepped on the young master?

Logically speaking, Duanmu Qingming's cultivation is much higher than theirs, so he shouldn't have been hurt more severely than them. However, he has been pampered since childhood and has never suffered any hardships. His ability to resist hits may not be much stronger than them, nor has he had any experience in getting beaten, and he may not be even more severely injured.

Thinking of this, the young man with horse face turned pale and jumped aside.

"Aowu..." Because of the panic, the man used too much force when he jumped away. The man let out another scream like a pig-killing scream and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Young Master!" Hearing that the voice was Duanmu Qingming, the young man with horse face rushed forward and took out a handful of holy pills and stuffed them into his mouth.

Several other disciples of the Sword Ding Sect also got up with difficulty, holding Duanmu Qingming with all his hands and feet. While spitting blood, they injected the holy energy into his body without reservation, and refining the power of the pill.

"Are they all gone?" Duanmu Qingming finally recovered and said in a shock after emergency treatment from several people.

"I'm leaving, I should go far." The young man with horse face replied.

"That's good, that's good, where's my demon pet?" Duanmu Qingming felt relieved and continued to ask.

Everyone looked in the same direction. The corpse of a monster was lying there, almost torn into pieces and beaten into meat paste.

"My demon pet, my demon pet..." Duanmu Qingming beat his chest and stamped his feet and howled.
Chapter completed!