Seeing that Jiang Hanxi didn't reach out, Wang Feng simply took matters into his own hands and pulled her over.
Then he picked up the silk cloth and wrapped it around Jiang Hanxi's arm...
Black, black, black stockings!?
"Take it, take it, take the wrong one, wrong one."
Wang Feng quickly put the restored black stockings back into his storage space.
Then he quickly found another piece of white cloth, and only after confirming that it was not white silk did he apply the spiritual essence.
First, he wiped the blood off Jiang Hanxi's arm, and then he focused on tying her up.
"Wasn't that footwear torn?"
Jiang Hanxi lowered her eyes slightly and looked at Wang Feng, who was bandaging her arm, and questioned him.
It would have been better if she hadn't asked; once she did, Wang Feng suddenly felt a little awkward.
To repair a torn pair of black stockings in front of her and then show them to her—isn't that just perverted?!
“That’s another pair, not yours.”
Wang Feng didn't dare to look up at Jiang Hanxi, awkwardly focusing on bandaging the wound on her arm.
They bandaged it up until the very end, even tying a delicate bow.
"Alright, let's go."
After saying that, Wang Feng didn't even dare to look up at Jiang Hanxi. He grabbed her hand, turned around, and tried to pull her along.
But... it didn't move.
Jiang Hanxi stood there, calmly watching him, until Wang Feng turned around helplessly to meet her gaze, at which point she slowly spoke:
"The other pair? Are you planning to wear them yourself?"
Although Jiang Hanxi's words didn't convey any emotion, the jealousy in them was quite obvious.
We're doomed!
Isn't Jiang Hanxi indirectly asking him which little vixen he plans to dress up in?
"Um... well, how should I put it..."
Wang Feng stammered for a long time but couldn't give a coherent explanation.
After all, he had torn the black stockings to shreds right in front of her that day.
To secretly restore it over three years and then keep it as a collection is somewhat perverse.
"Is it intended for the Cold Saintess?"
Jiang Hanxi's voice was cold and clear, like a demonic sound that entered Wang Feng's ears.
The saintess, who was on the ground some distance from Wang Feng, couldn't help but shiver, secretly wondering who was cricketing at her.
At her level, it's impossible for her to shiver for no reason; either someone is secretly cursing her.
Or it could be...
Roar~!
A roar of a demonic beast rang out, so powerful that even the Ice Palace disciple at the ninth level of the Breaking Yuan Realm couldn't help but experience a ringing in his ears.
Leng Ningyue turned her head to look in the direction from which the sound came.
"It's so big!? Run! Run! Run!"
And just then, a huge, monstrous beast that resembled a tiger, a lion, and a leopard was charging toward them.
Terrified, Leng Ningyue gathered her disciples and began a frantic escape with her.
Among them were many direct disciples at the sixth level of the Heavenly Origin Realm, or protectors specifically tasked with protecting disciples.
They really wanted to say that although the monster looked terrifying and had a powerful aura.
But if they gang up on it, each of them could kill it with a single spit of spiritual energy!
However, the Holy Maiden must have her own plans, so she accompanied Leng Ningfei on her escape.
Leng Ningyue: There were no plans! I'm just terrified! When have I ever seen such a terrifying monster?!
......
The underground passage where Wang Feng was located.
"ah?"
"No, no, absolutely not!"
Wang Feng saw Jiang Hanxi waving her hand hurriedly, and had no choice but to take out the black stockings again and hold them up for Jiang Hanxi to see.
"I was just kidding, it was...it was your pair of..."
Wang Feng's voice gradually weakened towards the end, lacking confidence.
A faint blush appeared on Jiang Hanxi's face, but she still pretended to be very calm.
"Didn't you say you were going to throw it away?"
"Can't I just put it in my storage space? You've done that before, haven't you?"
As Jiang Hanxi listened to these words, which were exactly the same as her own from years ago, she gradually fell silent. She realized that she couldn't argue with this bastard.
Give it back to me.
Jiang Hanxi looked at Wang Feng with her beautiful, cold eyes and slowly extended her fair hand.
She rarely asks others for anything, yet at this moment she reached out her delicate hand for a pair of black stockings.
"want to?"
Wang Feng handed over the pair of black stockings, which were about to fall into Jiang Hanxi's hands.
Suddenly, his hand retracted, and the black silk disappeared instantly, entering his storage space.
"No way, hehe."
Wang Feng's smug and obsequious manner made Jiang Hanxi slightly clench her outstretched hand; a white silk bow was tied around her arm.
However, Jiang Hanxi withdrew her hand and walked past Wang Feng into the passage without saying a word.
She was afraid that she might really lose her temper and stab Wang Feng with her sword.
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't be angry, I'll give it to you, okay?"
Wang Feng hurriedly chased after her, but this time Jiang Hanxi ignored him, frowning as she looked at the stone gate in front of her with a serious expression.
There's something behind this.
Jiang Hanxi seemed to have calmed down, but her tone was still icy, and anyone who heard it could tell that she was unhappy at the moment.
Can you see what's behind the door?
Wang Feng took out two swords from his storage space. In such a confined space, shorter weapons are the best for combat.
The twin swords in his hands were no trash either; they were top-grade royal weapons.
It has a special ability: if it gets slashed, it will bleed uncontrollably if it doesn't receive timely treatment.
"cannot."
"Then open it and take a look, Ata!"
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