Chapter 1793

Feng Jiu didn't even take a look at it, and said, "these people are not good at looking at it. Naturally, they are killed." Sometimes when we do something, we have to have a good ending. Some people keep it, while others can't.

Master Lu's eyes flashed with light, but he didn't expect that the young man could simply say that he had killed something like this. After all, it seems that he has never been exposed to this kind of thing. After a long time in the mountains, he is kind and honest

Thinking of this simple and honest, he touched the corner of his mouth and coughed gently.

He also has time to look away! What kind of simple and honest young man is this boy! Simple and honest people can quietly put down more than a dozen powerful scattered repair? Simple and honest pure good people can lightly say killed such words?

The more he got along with him, the more he felt it was a mystery. I thought that he had seen through him, that is, a young man who was not involved in the world. But he refreshed his cognition again and again and shocked them.

After adjusting his mind, he motioned to the people around him: "clean up the people."

"Yes Those men are also used to doing this. It should be very straightforward. Except for two people guarding Lord Lu, their men all took out their daggers and directly wiped a knife on the neck of those who were in a coma.

This feeling of lightly moving a dagger obliterates a monk Yuanying and a strong Feixian, which makes those men feel strange. In order to pay for the loose cultivation of such strength, they have not tried to solve the problem with a knife.

Because the old man in grey was a doctor, he did not come forward to help, but he also stepped forward to look at it. Rao is an old man who can't do the business of cutting tiger's belly. By the light of fire, he looks at Fengjiu and draws out a sharp dagger. He scrapes all the hairs on the tiger's belly first. He doesn't know what kind of medicine he has rubbed on it. He only smells a strange smell of medicine dispersing in the air.

Seeing the young man's expression focused, they didn't dare to disturb him. They just looked at him quietly. However, when he saw him with a knife just like that under the tiger's belly, the sharp dagger directly drew a saliva, and the blood gushed out. At the same time, the mother tiger howled and screamed, and saw that the young man stretched out his hand to probe into the hole and groped in it gently.

Soon, a white tiger cub, wet and bloody, was lifted out of the boy's hand. When he saw the white tiger cub shrunk into a ball, the people watching by were shocked.

This, this is coming out?

The mother tiger has no strength to howl, the whole body softens, as if the vitality has come to an end. It tries to open its eyes to look at its children, to lick it, to remember the smell of its body.

However, with the passing of life force and the gushing of blood when it was cut open, it only felt the darkness before it, then it fainted and fell into the boundless darkness

Feng Jiu put the white tiger cub on a prepared dress and quickly sewed up the wound on the mother tiger's abdomen with needle and thread.

This scene, let one side of the old man in grey can't blink his eyes. When he saw that the wound was sewn up and the blood did not flow out again, he wanted to ask, but he was afraid to disturb him. He just suppressed the impulse to ask.

Until he saw the boy wiping the body of the little white tiger with the clothes, he couldn't help asking, "brother Feng, how did you sew up this wound again? Can the mother tiger live? "

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