Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Feng Hao could only hug Joan Of Arc and the other two girls tightly in his arms. Only by feeling their warmth could he confirm their existence.
Tears welled up in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks.
The feeling of regaining something he had lost made him forget everything. He wanted to use everything he had in exchange for this moment of peace.
"Ling 'er, Xin' er, Qing 'er, is that you?"
He buried his head behind Joan Of Arc's neck and deeply inhaled the enchanting fragrance from her body. His eyes narrowed and trembled uncontrollably as he murmured listlessly.
He did not dare to open his eyes. He was afraid that all of this was an illusion. Perhaps … as soon as he opened his eyes, all of this would disappear.
If it was not real, he might go crazy.
He cultivated the Heaven-battling Art and was not afraid of the heavens or the earth. However, at this moment, he was afraid. Very, very afraid …
"Brother Hao, it's us. We're fine."
Joan Of Arc and the other two girls' eyes were red and tears flowed down. They hugged him tightly, feeling both heartache and happiness.
At this moment, they felt that they were the happiest people in the world.
…
"What's going on? Could it be … that he's really that human from back then?"
"Hiss … that's impossible. How did he become so strong? If he had this kind of ability back then, Wu Neng would have killed him long ago. The sea of beasts should not have been able to stop him."
"What's going on? Could it be … that he obtained some kind of inheritance in this tomb?"
Looking at the inexplicable scene in front of them, the people hiding in the dark began to make guesses. In the end, they all came to a conclusion.
That was, Feng Hao obtained some kind of inheritance in this tomb. Otherwise, his strength would not have increased so much.
In an instant, their eyes were filled with scorching jealousy.
They wanted to snatch it by force. However, when they thought of what had just happened, they could not help but shiver. In the end, they suppressed the palpitations in their hearts.
Provoking such a devil-like fellow would definitely not end up well.
"Come, let's go."
Seeing that the situation had calmed down, Xie Yandong and the rest stood up and rushed towards Feng Hao's location.
They couldn't help but sigh in their hearts. The strongest person here wasn't Feng Hao, but these three outstanding beauties. If they offended them, it would truly be disastrous.
After this incident, they were even more clear about the status of Joan Of Arc and the other two women in Feng Hao's heart.
This was definitely his reverse scale. Whoever touched it would die.
Along the way, they passed by the white clothed lady and avoided her. In fact, they did not even dare to look at her absolutely beautiful face as they shot towards Feng Hao.
"This person … just who is he?"
Xue Mo took a deep look at the back of the white-clothed lady. He frowned slightly and his eyes were filled with contemplation.
He and Feng Hao had traveled together, and this woman in white was not in their group. In other words, this woman was encountered after Feng Hao went missing.
For an ordinary girl to appear in such a treacherous tomb, this was too abnormal.
Most importantly, this woman in white … was not in the celestial phenomenon. She was actually the same as Feng Hao. He could not even divine a single clue.
"Could it be … someone from this tomb?"
His heart trembled, but he maintained his composure and followed behind the crowd. He did not turn around to look at the white-clothed lady.
Gui He did not walk towards Feng Hao. Instead, he walked straight towards Wu Neng, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog. Then, without a word, he dragged Wu Neng by the neck and walked into the distance.
Not long after, Wu Neng's mournful screams could be heard. It was like the howling of a malicious spirit from hell.
"Brother Gui He, leave me a breath."
Long Yueguan opened his throat and shouted. He was somewhat eager to give it a try.
If not for Xie Yandong holding him back, he would have rushed over to torture Wu Neng together with Gui He.
This was too infuriating. This bastard was simply forcing people into a dead end.
If not for Feng Hao's timely arrival, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Right now, he had a very strong opinion of the Wizard Spirit Clan.
"You are all fine."
Hearing his shout, Feng Hao woke up slightly. With a sweep of his eyes, he found Xie Yandong and the others standing around him. He could not help but be startled.
"Uh …"
Being swept by Feng Hao's crimson eyes, Xie Yandong and the others could not help but feel a little surprised. They panicked and almost involuntarily retreated a little.
"Brother Feng, we are fine. It's just that several of Brother Gui He's brothers were killed …"
The calm Ge Hong explained to him.
"So that's how it is …"
Feng Hao slightly furrowed his brows. The crimson look in his eyes was still very demonic.
"Brother Hao, let us go …"
Being sized up by the crowd and feeling those playful gazes, Joan Of Arc and the other two could not help but blush and struggle slightly.
"Yes."
The soft touch in his arms immediately caused the evil fire in Feng Hao's heart to directly rush up. He could not help but suck in a breath of cold air.
"Damn it, I can't suppress it anymore."
He cursed inwardly. Without giving the three women an explanation, he released his aura, pulled them, and rushed into the distance.
"No one is allowed to come over. Otherwise, I will tear him apart."
From afar, Feng Hao's ruthless voice resounded, spreading for hundreds of miles. It also made Xie Yandong and the others, who wanted to follow, stop in their tracks.
"Brother Feng, what's wrong? Why are you suddenly leaving? Are you abandoning us?"
Long Yueguan's eyes widened as he asked Xie Yandong, who was beside him.
"If you want to die, then come with us."
Xie Yandong unhappily glared at him, the corner of his mouth slightly twitching.
Is this guy a block of wood? He doesn't understand the ways of the world.
He dared to guarantee that if he were to follow, he would definitely be torn apart by Feng Hao, no matter who it was.
Although he didn't know what exactly happened, Fenghao's appearance just now was exactly like a perverted, hungry ghost.
"This guy, is he in such a hurry?"
He could not help but feel a little puzzled. The corner of his mouth, curled into a strange smile.
"Then I better not go …"
Hearing his words, Long Yueguan was a little anxious. He shrank his neck and weakly muttered, his eyes still filled with doubt.
"Husband."
After Feng Hao pulled Joan Of Arc and the other two women away, the white-clothed woman who was standing alone in mid-air let out a low cry. Under the petrified expression of Xie Yandong and the others, she chased in the direction that Feng Hao had left.
"I … I didn't hear wrong, right? Husband …"
Xie Yandong muttered to himself, his gaze drifting to Ge Hong.
"Uh … it seems like …"
Even an honest person like Ge Hong could not help but have a hint of envy in his eyes.
This kind of peerless beauty was definitely the dream of every man.
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