Chapter 107 What Happened to Her

After returning to Yuemiao Peak, Feng Ximeng recounted what Di Yange had done to Yi Yuehua, exaggerating it.

Yi Yuehua thought of what had happened before and nodded cautiously.

When Yi Yuehua was in seclusion to heal her wounds, Xiao Jue suddenly found Feng Ximeng.

"Take a look, this is the truth. Feng Yan didn't flirt with you, he was saving you."

"Wait."

Feng Ximeng didn't want to see it, but it was obviously too late.

The picture suddenly played.

She saw Di Yange rip open her collar.

But the collar only opened to the wound, and there was still a distance from the chest.

Feng Ximeng looked at the bowl-sized wound and couldn't help but take a breath of cool air.

Such a big wound can be said to be more serious than the last one.

Unexpectedly, everything before was not a dream, and Yun Yan really hurt her.

If she had such a wound, she would probably die on the spot if it was not treated in time.

She saw Di Yange took out a golden needle to stop her bleeding, and the process took a very long time.

After a while, Di Yange's eyes were tired and his hands were shaking slightly.

Then she took out a pill and scraped some powder on her wound.

In a flash, her wound was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Why... is it like this?"

Feng Ximeng's mood at this moment was the same as Yi Yuehua and others outside the light curtain.

She couldn't believe that the person who saved her in the end would be the person she hated the most.

Her mood now is extremely complicated, especially when she thought about the fact that she had framed her before.

But that person didn't hold grudges and saved her when she was injured.

"That pill...what is it?"

Feng Ximeng asked carefully.

At the same time, her heart was beating nervously, because she had the answer in her heart.

"That is the intermittent pill. Only the intermittent pill can have such an effect."

Xiao Jue's words almost made Feng Ximeng's Taoism collapse.

It was really her...

Then, she thought of the last time she woke up after being injured.

At that time, she also saw that her face was full of fatigue.

But at that time she just thought she was taking advantage.

But now she understands it all. It was that person who saved her last time.

And after saving her, that person must not know how to speak, so he said something that made her misunderstand.

Unexpectedly, she framed her, and she saved her twice.

What kind of friendship could make her try so hard to save her?

And for her, she even gave up Yunyan? ?

That person... must love her deeply.

She couldn't think of any other reason except love.

Although many people have liked her all along.

But no one has ever hidden such love so deeply, and secretly tried their best for her. He

even ignored his own broken hand for her.

The elixir was scraped like that, and it could no longer heal her broken hand.

So many emotions surged into her heart at the same time, Feng Ximeng's heart was so sour, and it seemed that something was about to burst out of her eyes.

Finally, the sourness could no longer be controlled, and her eyes gradually became wet.

That person liked her so much, but she slandered and framed her one after another.

At that time, she must have been disheartened and determined to die, so she didn't open her mouth to explain.

After Feng Ximeng's various thoughts, she can no longer look directly at Di Yange. She

even feels that her playful and smiling appearance at that time seemed to be radiating the light of a saint.

No, she can't let such a person who likes her so much die.

She wants to save her.

At least let her return this kindness to that person.

So Feng Ximeng grabbed the photo stone and ran to purgatory.

When she came over, Di Yange had already been relegated to the ninth level, and the sect master and others had already returned to their respective homes.

Feng Ximeng immediately went to see the sect master of Jinlai Sect.

However, because those fellow disciples always bothered him, the leader simply chose to close the door and not see anyone.

"No, I want to save her. I also want to go to the ninth level of Purgatory."

Feng Ximeng flew to Purgatory again.

In her opinion, she had already been to the third level of Purgatory.

It was just the ninth level, could she die?

Obviously, this was another person who had never inquired about the ninth level of Purgatory.

...

The ninth level of Purgatory.

Di Yange lay there quietly, feeling the pitch-black darkness.

Because it was too dark, she couldn't see what was destroying her body.

And she finally vomited excitedly.

But the problem is, the nine levels of purgatory are used to torture people, and often after the torture, some spiritual power will be given to people to replenish their bodies.

Therefore, people who are imprisoned here often cannot bear the torture and commit suicide.

Of course, Di Yange didn't think there was a problem with this.

As long as she absorbs as little spiritual power as possible.

So when she was seriously injured and about to die, countless spiritual powers rushed towards her crazily.

Di Yange was a little confused, this spiritual energy seemed a little too much.

But too much is useless, she just absorbs a little bit, as long as she is not judged as committing suicide.

In this way, her absorption speed is far less than the destruction speed, then everything will be fine.

Just as she was slowly absorbing and cultivating, and was already dizzy and about to die, something suddenly hit her hard.

At the same time, it was accompanied by a familiar scream.

And it was this hit that instantly broke Di Yange's defense and could no longer bear it.

Countless spiritual powers took the opportunity to rush into her injured body.

"Oh, shit."

Then, Di Yange heard a loud explosion in her ear.

A little man who looked exactly like her appeared in her golden elixir that had just exploded.

This was clearly Xiao Yuanying.

Xiao Yuanying was only the size of a thumb, with black hair and white clothes, and there was also a purple mark between his eyebrows.

He looked like she was about three years old, with short arms and legs, and a little cute.

At this time, the small sword that had been in her consciousness rushed towards her Yuan Baby excitedly.

Flying around her Yuan Baby, the little Yuan Baby seemed to be surrounded by golden light and looked a little sacred.

Finally, the small flying sword flew to the chubby little hand of the little Yuan Baby.

This little guy is silly and cute.

At first glance, it's like raising a big son.

After a while, the little Yuan Baby felt like he was full and burped there. Not only that, he also sat there by himself.

Then, I don't know what was destroying her body again, and then the spiritual power rushed to her crazily again.

Both sides came in waves.

Di Yange said she wanted to cry.

She didn't feel anything destroying her body.

But every time this spiritual energy surged, Yuan Ying grew bigger.

So, what on earth hit her?

She definitely had a grudge against her.

Suddenly she felt itchy on her face, as if a piece of skin had been pulled off by her.

"..."

It should be the mask that Yi Yuehua gave her.

At this moment, the mask seemed to have a problem and could no longer be used.

Helplessly, she could only put the mask away first.

This thing might be useful in the future.

The onlookers outside the light curtain were talking there in a sinister manner.

"This demon emperor is really lucky. She was able to break through to the Yuanying stage even in this way. She was obviously already injured like that."

"That's right. Her shitty luck is too invincible. What kind of destiny curse? I think it should be called destiny luck. Haha."

"What are you arguing about? If you think she is lucky, you can go and touch the light curtain. Go if you have the guts, and stop talking nonsense."

"Haha, go if you want."

Then, there were a few screams, and the immortals who touched the light curtain fell to the ground, twitching and spewing blood.

"It's so terrifying. It's worthy of being the most powerful sect in the mortal world. Even the punishment is so perverted."

Yi Yuehua looked at the light curtain and stretched out his hand.

Maybe this is the only thing that can make him feel better now.