But how could Fang Che allow him to speak?

With one effort, the fangs on his feet were pulled out.

"Hiccup hiccup..."

Wang Zijing held the bottle in his mouth, and kept pouring the starry sky spirit fluid into it. But he wanted to speak so much that he could only choke and roll his eyes.

My body was jumping and shaking in pain.

Fang Che examined it carefully and found seven or eight rows of fangs, large and small, pulled out from his body.

Then it was the turn of the largest one to penetrate the body.

Staring into Wang Zijing's eyes, he said: "Bring up your spiritual energy and protect your lifeline. I'm going to pull out the biggest one."

Wang Zijing bit the mouth of the bottle and pressed his tongue against the liquid to stop flowing. He was speechless and had to blink his eyes.

Fang Che stepped on Wang Zijing's shoulder, using his skills with his hands, he grabbed the huge monster tooth like an eagle's claws.

The spiritual energy all over his body exploded, and he pulled it out with all his strength.

With a whooshing sound, the huge teeth were pulled out from the body of the gentleman's sword, and a large transparent hole appeared from top to bottom and front to back.

Inside is flesh and blood as crystal clear as jade.

For the first time, Fang Che saw the flesh and blood in a high-level warrior's body, which was as beautiful as jade.

It is qualitatively different from the flesh and blood that we usually recognize.

Moreover, after he pulled out the fang, he could clearly feel that a huge amount of spiritual energy suddenly poured out of the huge empty wound.

After blocking the blood vessels and preventing them from bleeding out, a little bit of tissue in the body started to grow.

As the spiritual energy spreads.

The poisonous black air is also gradually dissipating.

Wang Zijing held the bottle in his mouth, his face convulsed with pain, but gray-black mist kept coming out of his body.

When the spiritual energy was almost gone, Fang Che clearly saw that there was a layer of crystal clear matter inside Wang Zijing's body.

Breathing has also become calmer.

But his face became paler.

It must be that the oil is exhausted and the spiritual energy is not enough. A single pill is far from being able to restore the huge damage suffered by his cultivation.

So he reached out and pulled out the bottle from Wang Ziqing's mouth.

"I..." Wang Zijing was about to open his mouth to speak.

puff!

Another elixir for instant recovery of all injuries under the Holy Emperor was stuffed into his mouth.

Then there was a snap, and the mouth was blocked by the mouth of the bottle again.

Wang Zijing was choked and rolled his eyes. However, he felt a powerful spiritual energy rising in his body, quickly recovering from his injuries.

Endless spiritual energy rose up and rushed into his mouth.

Then his mouth was blocked by the bottle again, and the spiritual energy rushed into the bottle, blowing out the starry sky spiritual fluid in the bottle with a "gurgling, gurgling" sound.

Until an hour later.

Only then did Wang Zijing's injuries stabilize.

The deeper injuries and the parts that have not yet recovered can be left to him to figure out a solution later. Anyway, as of now, there is no longer any fear for his life.

Fang Che was relieved.

Pulling the bottle out of his mouth, thinking of the gurgling sound of the starry sky spirit liquid inside that this guy blew, he immediately put it aside in disgust. How could he drink it?

This big bottle can only make this product cheaper.

Dirty.

Wang Zijing was still doing the exercises with his eyes closed, and he didn't know that the bottle in his mouth had been taken away.

Keep your mouth open and your tongue flattened out to seal it.

Extremely funny.

a long time.

Whoosh.

Wang Zijing put his tongue in and opened his eyes. The big hole in his body was almost sealed.

Then he opened his mouth, but before opening his eyes: "This must be the starry sky spirit liquid... This is a good thing, drinking it like this is too wasteful, such a waste."

"..."

Fang Che was sighing at the master's life recovery power, and then he heard this guy talking.

I couldn't help but want to stare.

But now I can't afford it.

This guy lost 95% of his 10% life, but he was still able to withstand the six masters of the Weiwo Orthodox Sect. Now he has recovered a lot, and he is no longer his match.

"Thank you!"

This Jun Zijian actually said something human, and then said: "The guy next door to Mala is not dead!"

Fang Che sighed.

He went over and pulled Wang Weixue over and sat down under him as a cushion.

Wang Weixue was still in a coma, but she just groaned as she sat down.

"Senior, have you almost recovered?"

Fang Che asked: "Can I go back to the Guardian headquarters?"

Wang Zijing nodded: "It's okay, I'm unlucky today. Grandma's drops capsized the sailboat in the gutter. It's really embarrassing. Oh...what the hell...thanks to you."

He looked up at Fang Che's face, frowned and said, "Are you Fang Tu?"

Fang Che was shocked: "Do you recognize me?"

"I have a son-of-a-bitch apprentice under you, how can I not know about you?"

Jun Zijian spat and said bitterly: "Damn it! That idiot Dong Yunyu has done such a terrible job to me!"

Fang Che didn't know how to complain about this sentence.

I always feel like nothing I say is right. And I feel like what the other person said seems to be right...

"Labour and management owe you your life."

Jun Zijian stood up with his sword supporting his body. His face was pale, and his body swayed for a moment. Then he stood still, touched the big hole in his chest with his hand, and cursed: "Cao Te Niang!"

"..."

Fang Che has a black streak on his head.

"This man is a direct bloodline of the Wang family who teaches We-I-Orthodox. It is said that the son-of-a-bitch ancestor of the Wang family planted blood dragon ginseng in this area and needs the power of his bloodline to open the secret realm."

The gentleman's sword pointed at Wang Weixue and said: "This guy has not been skewered."

Fang Che's mouth twitched: "That's it."

"This time...it's easier for you. Little...boy."

Jun Zijian didn’t know what to say ‘little’, so he temporarily changed his name to ‘boy’.

Apparently, he had some compulsion in his heart and knew that it was inappropriate to say anything tantamount to excrement to his savior.

"Senior, why not search together? When the time comes, one person will be half of it."

Fang Che said.

"How can labor and management have any respect for you? You saved this life. Damn it... If I try to snatch things from you again, wouldn't labor and management become bastards?"

The prince said respectfully: "Grandma, what a shame... You actually have a gun hidden... Damn, you are so insidious... Don't worry, I will keep your mouth shut like his grandma's bottle!"

Fang Che coughed and rolled his eyes.

"I'm leaving!"

Jun Zijian patted his butt and stood up: "I know you can't stand the talk of labor and management... But I can't change anything. The one next door to Mala really made a mistake and will be hated for eternity... Cao Te... Then you own the treasure of the Wang family.

Think of a way... With your methods, it should be easy to deal with this bastard with the surname Wang who is not a member of the family... My surname is also Wang, I actually forgot that I am stupid! "
Chapter completed!