No matter what kind of words, they're already unable to express their shock.
A person with atrophied meridians, destroyed Qi Sea, and a crippled leg, has actually recovered after a year.
And not only has he recovered, but even his cultivation has improved.
In the end, how was this done?
And who was it that healed him?!
Shen Jinglin ruthlessly steps on Zhao Chunming's chest with one foot, as if he wants to trample out his internal organs: "Zhao Chunming, an ungrateful, ungrateful, unscrupulous beast like you simply doesn't deserve to live in this world."
"Have you forgotten who was the one who took care of you day and night when you were injured in the jungle? It was Fang Jingya! "
"Have you forgotten, you used to surround Jingya every day, acting obedient to curry favor, and you even swore to the heavens, saying that if you married her, you would definitely treat her well!"
Fang Jingya's eyes are brimming with tears, blankly looking at the god-like Shen Jinglin, tears can't help but fall from the rims of her eyes.
Zhao Chunming's whole body is trembling in pain, his face overflowing with snot and tears, "Jinglin-ge, I was wrong, boohoo … spare me, spare me! I was blinded by lard … I beg you to spare my life! "
Just then, a group of people suddenly appear out of nowhere.
With a loud bang, they jump onto the stage.
These people all have weapons glittering with cold light in their hands.
Each person exudes a formidable pressure and murderous aura, making the onlookers below feel a burst of fear.
Shen Jinglin raises his head and looks at these people: "Who are you people?"
"Hehe, who we are doesn't need Shen-dashao to care!"
The person in the lead sneers, "We still request Shen-dashao to make a trip with us!"
As soon as Zhao Chunming sees those people, the pleading expression on his face immediately changes. With a distorted face, he shouts: "Shen Jinglin, my godfather's people are here, you still haven't let me go … cough, cough, cough … even if your cultivation has recovered, so what? Could it be that one person can still deal with so many people? "
"Godfather?" Shen Jinglin frowns.
"That's right … do you know who my godfather is?"
Because of the pain, Zhao Chunming continuously coughs a few times, but his face is filled with crazy resentment, "My godfather is the great elder of Xuan Medical Pavilion, Deng Hongfeng, and he's also the apprentice of the Godly Doctor Qian Qing …"
"You and your sister, you've offended my godfather … Cough, cough, cough … You're dead meat … Ha … Haha … Ah!!"
Before he could finish laughing, he suddenly let out a short scream.
Then, blood burst out from Zhao Chunming's face.
In the blink of an eye, his tongue was cut off, his ears were cut off, and his eyes became two bloody holes.
Even his hands had been chopped off. His fingers were still trembling at the side, emitting a deathly greenish-gray color.
"Useless trash!"
The leader sneered and sheathed his saber. His voice was full of disdain. "You can't even do such a small thing. What's the point of keeping you around?"
Zhao Chunming originally thought that these people sent by Deng Hongfeng were here to save him.
However, he would never have thought that in the end, the one who would completely destroy him would be the subordinates of his godfather, whom he had tried to please in every possible way.
From now on, he would live a life worse than a pig or a dog, but he could neither die nor live.
This was retribution!
Everyone present was shocked, and no one would pay attention to him anymore.
Everyone's eyes are focused on Shen Jinglin.
"Shen-dashao, please!"
Shen Jinglin coldly looks at the people surrounding him.
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