191 Chapter 191 Get Out

The man smiled maliciously: "Of course it is to carry out the master's order! You don't think that I can really let you hide in the room all the time, right?"

"Hey! Ren Xiang, don't go too far!"

"I'm just executing the master's order, it won't be too much, don't worry, I'll take care of you and won't let you lose your body. 81 Chinese w≠w≈w≥.≠8=1≤z≥w ≥.=c≤o≥m" He smiled and waved to the few servants to come forward and change his clothes.

"I'll change it myself! I don't need them!" Gray Wolf shouted, but when he picked up the thin red shirt, his face was as black as a casserole: "Just, let me wear this? This, this It's clearly transparent!"

Ren Xiang glanced at him and said with a smile: "You can also choose to go out naked. I believe that with you as the top card, business will be very hot these days."

In this way, Fire Wolf was forced to put on the translucent red clothes, put on makeup, and sent them to the stage...

As for the other side, Feng Jiu, who heard that Hell's Lord was out, slipped into the hot spring in the back mountain to take a bath that night.

For her, the hot springs in the back mountain are still safer than her yard. Those people in her yard can enter if they want, and they do not knock on the door when they enter the room. She is worried even if she takes a bath. What's the matter, what can be compared to being comfortable here and no one dares to break in?

After soaking for more than half an hour, she got dressed and took out the ointment from the space and smeared a layer on her face. For a while, her face was covered with a layer of ointment no matter it was day or night. She has seen it. The scar on the face has faded a lot, and it is estimated that it will disappear completely after a while.

After applying the ointment, she quietly left the hot spring in the back mountain, went to her yard, returned to the room, locked the windows and doors inside and outside, and blew the light and entered the space after it was pitch black. Cultivation of spiritual energy in the breath.

There is not much opportunity to practice here for a while. After all, if she is not careful, she may be revealed to be carrying space treasures and spiritual energy at any time.

After entering the space, she looked at the sleeping fire phoenix, and seeing that it had not woken up, she sat down with her knees crossed and silently recited the Qi Condensation Art...

Until, in the second half of the night, the movement outside woke her up in the space, and she quickly stepped out of the space and appeared on the bed, only to hear the door suddenly pushed open.

"Gui Gui! Hurry up, come with me quickly!" Old Lin looked anxious and was about to step forward to pull someone.

"Elder Lin?"

Feng Jiu glanced at him in astonishment and asked, "What happened? Where are you going in the middle of the night?"

"The Hell Lord went to the Poison Valley to steal the heart of the flame lotus. He was injured. Come and see me!" Knowing his medical skills, when he learned that the master was injured, he rushed over and took him with him. past.

Hearing this, Feng Jiu's expression was strange: "Isn't he strong in cultivation? How could he be injured?" Although he said that, he still picked up the coat by the bed and put it on, and followed Elder Lin out. "How do you know where the Poison Valley is? There are poisons everywhere, and the Master of the Poison Valley is a powerhouse of the Nascent Soul, a powerhouse of immortal cultivation, and the poisons he is proficient in. No matter how powerful the master is, it is inevitable. will get hurt."

Feng Jiu followed Old Lin hurriedly to the main courtyard, which belonged to the Hell Lord. This was her first time here.

Elder Lin took Feng Jiu quickly into the room, and asked worriedly: "Ying Yi? How is the master? Where is the injury? Is it serious?"

Lying on the bed and letting Ying Yi deal with the wound, the Hell Lord turned his head to the side, and caught a glimpse of the figure who was following Old Lin, and immediately pulled up the quilt to cover him, and at the same time, his low and cold voice carried a hint of imperceptible. Drinking in embarrassment.

"Get out!"