Po Tian Xie Zun

"I forgot to say, the blood ginseng was the one that I fell in love with first. You also injured my summoned beast. Since you are a good person, I don't have to argue with you, but you must keep the blood ginseng. .”

Not wanting to waste any more time with them, Xie Wuya glanced at the blood ginseng in his hand, and said that it was inevitable.

"No, I can pretend that it didn't happen that you crippled Mo Lin's arm, but the blood ginseng is used to treat the leader, so I absolutely cannot give it to you."

Unexpectedly, the man's reaction was extremely strong and very tough. In the past, Xie Wuya would definitely rush to grab it. Besides, they are not his opponents anyway, but the word Han Po has been hovering in his mind In the middle, facing everyone's puzzled eyes, Xie Wuya slowly walked over.

"You you...what are you doing?"

Mo Lin, who was resting next to the stretcher, saw him approaching, stood up and backed away like seeing a devil, this time not only Xie Wuya and the others, but even the mercenaries had the eyes of Chi Guoguo. Contempt, mercenaries lick blood on the knife edge all year round, they admire the strong most, his cowardly behavior is what they look down on the most.

"It's so noisy, get out of here!"

"bump…"

"what…"

Xie Wuya picked out his ears unhappily, waved his right hand casually, and a purple-white air blade detached from his arm. Mo Lin was instantly sent flying, hitting a boulder a few meters away, his eyes widened and broken gas.

"drink!"

The mercenaries couldn't help but gasp at the same time, what a terrifying young man, he killed Mo Lin with a wave of his hand casually, how deep is his cultivation?I'm afraid the deputy head is not his opponent, is he?

"Wait, what are you doing?"

Seeing that Xie Wuya was still approaching the stretcher, Han Po's figure flashed and he stood in front of the stretcher in an instant. Seeing this, the others put away their surprise and rushed to surround the stretcher one after another. At the same time, Si Yunan and the others also After rushing over, the two groups of men and horses formed a confrontational situation, and the atmosphere became tense in an instant, with traces of pre-war sparks burning in the air crackling.

"Ahem...Han Po, are you stupid? He has no murderous intent at all. If I guessed correctly, he wants to see me, so hurry up and get out of the way."

Suddenly, just when the two sides were on the verge of breaking out, accompanied by a violent cough and a strong smell of blood, the woman's weak but strong voice suddenly sounded, Han Po was stunned, his rough and masculine face slipped a touch of embarrassment, and he moved away from his body. Forgot to signal to the two to lift the veil.

Xie Wuya, who originally just wanted to take a look casually, curled the corners of her lips in interest. This woman is really good at training a group of men to be so submissive. If she is not as heart-like as a snake, then she must have some other extraordinary traits. Suddenly, he became curious about her.

The red veil was lifted from both sides, and a petite woman who looked to be in her twenties with a pale face and a good-looking figure appeared in everyone's sight. To put it bluntly, the appearance of a woman can be said to be so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary, and there is almost nothing extraordinary about it, but when they saw the wounds on the woman's neck that were covered with flesh and blood, the group of people couldn't help but look at each other at the same time. Surprised, undisguised admiration jumped into her eyes, such a serious injury, even a man may not be able to hold back, but she, a petite woman, didn't even make a sound, and even her pale face was still faintly visible. She wanted to smile, as if those wounds were not on her body, and just because of this, she won the favor of Xie Wuya and others.

This is an era in which the strong are respected, but the definition of being strong is not only about cultivation, it does not necessarily have to be a man, women can do the same, this woman's endurance has undoubtedly broken through to a level that people have to admire, worthy of anyone respect of any kind.

"Young man, do you have a way to just me?"

The eyes are obviously cloudy, but they just give people the illusion of strong confidence. The woman leaned on the stretcher and looked up at Xie Wuya. She didn't doubt his ability at all because of his age. Treat them like your peers.

"If I say yes, will you ask your men to return the blood ginseng to me?"

The corners of Xie Wuya's lips curled up, and there was a slight smile in his eyes. Apart from Lan Ting, this was the first woman he liked so much. If that was the case, so what if he saved her life?And they are still A-level mercenary group, if he saves her, they owe him a favor, maybe they will be useful in the future.

"Of course, but if you accept the blood ginseng, there will be no debt between us. I advise you to let me owe you favors."

A woman is not a simple role, she could see through Xie Wuya's little plan at a glance, and pushed him back with all her might, but Xie Wuya not only didn't feel annoyed, but smiled even brighter. He likes this woman, she is shrewd enough, Also proud enough.

"Haha... For your straightforwardness, I will accept the blood ginseng, Shaoyang, and give her medicine to clean the wound."

He raised his head and laughed arrogantly, Xie Wuya's figure flickered, and the next second, the blood ginseng that was originally held in Han Po's hand had arrived in his hand at some point, Han Po lowered his head and looked at it in shock. He didn't feel anything in his hand... "Wait, what kind of potion is that?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Kong Shaoyang was delivering two bottles of potion to the woman, Han Po suddenly squatted down and grabbed his hand, but his tiger eyes were looking at Xie Wuya.

"Potion for detoxification and potion for promoting blood circulation and revitalizing skin."

Raising his eyebrows, Xie Wuya said slowly after putting away the blood ginseng.

"The antidote potion?"

The tiger's eyes climbed up in confusion, the head's wound was bright red, and there was no sign of poisoning at all.

"You idiot, who told you that it must be black if you are poisoned? Look at her hand for several days, right? The flesh and blood that is turned outward is bright red. Isn't this poisoning?"

This time it was not Xie Wuya who answered him, but Kong Shaoyang who had not been held by him. His wheat-colored handsome face was full of contempt from Chi Guoguo. He didn't understand such an obvious reason. How did they become A-level servants? Corps?Wouldn't it be earned by brute force alone?

"Forehead…"

Hearing this, Han Po's forehead went dark, and he looked down at the several wounds on the woman's entire neck, as if they were really like what they said. Could it be that the group leader's inability to heal the wounds was really due to poisoning?Then why didn't Maureen see it?

"If you're holding on to our family Shaoyang, I don't guarantee that your head of the family will lose too much blood and die!"

Glancing at the woman who couldn't even speak, Xie Wuya kindly reminded Han Po that he remembered the woman's situation and let go of Kong Shaoyang in a panic.

"Hug...sorry!"

Seeing the bruises on his wrist, the rough man blushed with shame.

"Forehead…"

Kong Shaoyang couldn't get angry for a while, so he could only curse in a low voice, thinking he was unlucky, looked at the woman's wound, and carefully poured the antidote potion on the woman's wound.

"Zizzizi..."

"what!"

There was a horrible sizzling sound like barbecue, and the woman let out a painful scream, and her forehead was instantly covered with fine thin sweat, as if she was suffering from inhuman pain.

"what are you doing?"

"bump!"

Han Bo fiercely pushed Kong Shaoyang away and rushed forward, and Kong Shaoyang rushed forward, but Kong Shaoyang fell on his back without checking, and other mercenaries surrounded him one after another anxiously, so apart from Xie Wuya and others, there was no one Any mercenary noticed how ugly Kong Shaoyang's face was when he got up.

"Ah ah ah..."

"Look at the head's wound..."

Every roar of the woman deeply affected everyone's hearts. I don't know who yelled, and a group of more than a dozen people lowered their heads at the same time. I saw that the bright red flesh and blood turned into a pitch black color at some point, and black again. The stinky viscous liquid slowly flowed out along the wound.

"This is…"

Han Po's eyes widened in shock, and he turned around to seek explanations from Xie Wuya and the others. It was only then that they realized that they had changed their expressions at some point, and looked at him as if they were going to eat people. The appearance of the two is simply two extremes, Han Po can't help wondering, where did they offend them?

"Damn it, Yan Feng, he was eaten by labor and management."

In the next second, Kong Shaoyang, who did not know when he summoned Yanfeng, gave a rough roar with a black face, and ordered Yanfeng to attack regardless of his disregard. It was about to wave its paws and rush over.

"You can fight if you want, go over and don't hurt my patient."

Xie Wuya's cool voice suddenly sounded. Hearing the sound, he had already crouched in front of the woman. He was staring at the woman's black wound for a moment, and carefully took out an empty A little sample was collected in a small porcelain vial.

"Hmph, lucky you!"

Seeing this, Kong Shaoyang had no choice but to recall Yan Feng even if he was very angry. It would be bad if he accidentally hurt Wu Ya, but Han Po was scratching his head stupidly, with an ignorant look, as if he hadn't I still don't know where I offended him.

"Brother, forget it, we don't have the same knowledge as reckless men."

Si Yunan walked over and hugged him on the shoulder, as if comforting and gloating. They all said that he was slow to respond, but unexpectedly there was a man who was more slow than him, haha...It's so interesting.

"Go away!"

Glancing at him unhappily, Kong Shaoyang put away the summoning book, turned around and stopped looking at someone, lest he couldn't help but get angry again, damn, who has seen an idiot, who the hell has seen such a superb one?This man named Han Po is really fucking as good as a fat man.