Between the thrones and outside the back door, bursts of striking sounded like a rain.]

Through the Raven, I knew that the person outside was Frey, and Feng Feiyang, who was destroying the barrier, was not surprised. He just took advantage of the time when the goddess had not yet come in and arranged some things.

Create some pits on the ground, pretending to be traces left by magic bombardment; tearing the clothes on your body to pieces, making it seem like you won by luck after a hard battle.

There is no need for injuries or something, anyway, Frey also knows that he has the means to heal his wounds.

After checking himself again and confirming that there was no flaw, Feng Feiyang nodded with satisfaction, took back the realm of "trick", looked at the raven that had become a humanoid, and persuaded in a child-like tone, "Come back and claim the death angel."

"No, the sight has not arrived for fifteen minutes!" Despite this, she quickly changed back to the raven, spread her wings and flew on Feng Feiyang's shoulders, protesting dissatisfiedly, "Next week, I will let me exercise well!"

"Okay, okay. No problem." Feng Feiyang used the cracking technique again, hoping to use it to offset the blockade set by Vander.

The orange ball of light flew out from his fingers, and after touching the barrier, it burst out with dazzling light. The light flashed and kept melting the power of the barrier. The light was very strong, and Frey was hitting outside for not a short time. This was called Feng Feiyang's wrong judgment. He thought the barrier was very strong, so he made another shot without waiting for the light ball to disappear.

However, before he could release it, the light curtain of the barrier disappeared. He was stunned and just felt relieved: What's going on? He saw a figure holding a long sword and stumbled in.

That person is Frey.

Feng Feiyang was about to call her, but immediately found that although Frey was standing steadily under his feet, the sword in his hand was attacking him like a thunderous blow.

At that moment, Feng Feiyang retreated quickly, and used the guardian spell, and he couldn't help but think: What's going on? He shouted again: "Free, it's me!"

If the two of them were not far apart, they would have been afraid that Feng Feiyang would have suffered some injuries under the protection of spells. Fortunately, that didn't happen.

Frey heard his voice and saw who the person in front of him was, and immediately changed his tricks and abandoned the sword.

The long sword of Han Ice flew slanted and smashed into the wall, and it was more than two feet into the stone, but because she couldn't stop, she fell into Feng Feiyang's arms.

The two of them immediately sat on the ground, and Frey forced her upper body again. First, they checked around and confirmed that there was no one else. Then they looked at Feng Feiyang up and down. Seeing that although he was embarrassed but had no visible injuries, Fang Jue felt at ease, Zhan Yan forced to smile and said, "If you are fine..."

Before she finished speaking, she fell into Feng Feiyang's arms again and could no longer sit up.

"Are you?" Feng Feiyang had time to check Frey, and found that her body was covered with wounds, her straight green clothes and short skirt turned into scarlet red. He couldn't help but wonder why Frey was also injured like this under the protection of his magic.

You know, the magical art he blessed to Frey can make her ignore most physical attacks!

He wanted to ask, but before he could say anything, he woke up. He was surprised and moved. He wanted to persuade him but didn't know where to start. He had to shake his head and smile bitterly, "Why are you doing this!"

"This is what I should do - this is a trap against me, but I have involved you for no reason." The woman in her arms said this, with apologies in her tone, "And you have reminded me to be careful. I did not agree, but made you fall into such danger..."

She was so blaming herself, and Feng Feiyang, who was listening, also smiled bitterly - no wonder Frey came so quickly. It turned out that she couldn't worry about his safety, so she chose to fight the demon to the end, and then dragged her injuries all the way here.

Feng Feiyang couldn't persuade him: Actually, it would be better if you come later, so I would have more time to practice with Vander. He had to ignore Frey's words, picked him up, put him on the throne of Luoshan, and check her injuries.

Frey's injury was even worse than last time, so serious that Feng Feiyang was a little confused: How could she still get here? She swung such a sharp sword again.

He used his magical technique and began to heal Frey's wounds. In order to disperse the pain, he also chose some of the words he had taken from Fande and told her.

Frey listened very carefully when he was unhappy - because she was rushing to come here, she did not have too much greetings and communication with the demon. Most of what Feng Feiyang said was the first time she knew about it.

So I couldn't help but have some doubts again and asked Feng Feiyang one by one.

Some of the questions were asked by Feng Feiyang, so he repeated them to her. As for what was not, he answered them haha, and he refused to predict the possibility.

Frey saw that Feng Feiyang did not want to be involved with his divine system, so he let it go and not mention it.

In such a conversation, the treatment was completed.

After stretching, Feng Feiyang felt strongly tired. As for Frey, he couldn't even open his eyes.

Leaning on Feng Feiyang's shoulder, she said slowly, "I really didn't expect that... Fande actually hated me so much... If I had known this, I should have avoided competition with him..."

She said a little depressed and told Feng Feiyang that she couldn't help but want to comfort her, but she didn't know how to talk about it - Feng Feiyang didn't understand the relationship between her and Fan De. So she wanted to find an excuse to distract the topic. While thinking about it, she felt that the woman beside her looked up at him.

Frey whispered in his ear, exhaling as if to Lan, "Pick off those glasses and put them away! If someone knows that it is a good thing, I'm afraid it will cause you unnecessary trouble..."

She said, her voice gradually getting lower and she fell asleep on Feng Feiyang's shoulder.

Looking at her with a strange look, Feng Feiyang finally sighed, hugged her waist and picked her up, shakingly preparing to find the way out.

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Sorry, I came back a little late today.
Chapter completed!