"Han Feng, I'm here."

Qiu Mengxue smiled slightly, her eyes showing concern and joy, mixed with a hint of affection.

"Qiu Mengxue, it's dangerous here, retreat to my side."

Han Feng came back to his senses and shouted at Qiu Mengxue.

Qiu Mengxue is just a lower-level god, while Huang Cuicui is a middle-level god.

If a fight really breaks out, Qiu Mengxue may not be the opponent.

As a man, you must never watch your woman suffer.

Qiu Mengxue was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Han Feng, go inside the crystal coffin. I'll take care of this woman."

"Can you do it?"

Han Feng looked suspicious.

"no problem."

A confident smile appeared on Qiu Mengxue's lips.

Han Feng said no more and slowly retreated to the side of the crystal coffin, but did not go in.

If Qiu Mengxue is in danger, he can rescue her in time.

The crystal coffin suddenly spoke, "Why don't you come in?"

"What are you going in for?"

Han Feng rubbed his nose.

Crystal Coffin: "Once you come in, I can protect you."

"Do I still need your protection?"

Han Feng pouted.

The crystal coffin advised kindly: "This is the battlefield of the gods. As a demigod, you must not show off. Now is not the time to show off!"

Han Feng scoffed: "It's true that I'm a demigod, but my true combat power is comparable to that of a mid-level god. I'm not pretending."

"Qiu Mengxue's taste is not good either. Why did she choose a man who brags so much? I'm afraid her life will be ruined."

The crystal coffin grumbled.

It didn't believe that Han Feng possessed the strength of a mid-level god.

I just felt that Han Feng was bragging.