The little heart, painted in five colors, begins to regenerate.

The child's originally weak breath, with only one breath left, began to rise and fall rhythmically, and the breath exuded from his body quickly became stronger and stronger at a speed that could be perceived by ordinary people.

"Um!"

Feng Bingwen, who was settling the cause and effect and wiping the boss's butt, suddenly noticed a look behind him that seemed to be a bit resentful. He turned around with some doubts and immediately saw a middle-aged man wearing sackcloth with an extraordinary bearing.

Taoist.

"I've met my Taoist friend, but I don't know what he's doing here."

He didn't feel any malice in his spiritual sense, only the resentment of a resentful woman. The unprecedentedly powerful Feng Bingwen was particularly confident at this time, and he was prepared to overcome the disaster in a while.

"I came here to recruit disciples, but I didn't expect that my Taoist fellow would take the lead and stop me!"

The Taoist responded with a resentful tone, his eyes staring at the baby being held by Feng Bingwen with one hand, and there was an indescribable complex emotion in his eyes.

"Well!"

Feng Bingwen was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that his arrival should be some kind of accident. Even if he had not appeared, the saint whose heart was taken away would not have died. This was luck.

Some things can be violently taken away by force, but some things cannot be forced.

"I wonder where my friend and teacher come from?"

"I'm just a scattered person in the mountains. How can I have any inheritance from you?"

The Taoist laughed to himself while talking to Feng Bingwen, leaving the warrior couple beside him unaware.

"The poor Taoist is one step behind my Taoist friends, but the fate is not enough, so let's just say goodbye!"

"Wait a minute!"

Feng Bingwen called to the Taoist priest,

"Although I am traveling this time to accept a disciple, he is not the one I am interested in. Since fellow Taoist disciples are here for this son, shall I accept him?"

"You want to give this child to me?"

The poor-looking Taoist was a little surprised, and looked at Feng Bingwen with an indescribably strange look in his eyes.

"Fellow Taoist is destined to meet you, so how can I do anything to win her love with a knife? I just happened to meet him."
Chapter completed!