Chapter 1054 Prisoner of the Dragon (54)

"Won't."

With these two words of being very decisive and indifferent, Song Futing cut off the last possibility.

"What if I...I die from this?"

"You can give it a try. It's up to you to commit suicide. Even if you die, I won't touch your body. In the past, I would only deal with this mess for your father's sake."

"Then why not for my dad's sake..."

"Ha! Chu Yan, if it's just what you want, who am I? The friendship between my dad and Uncle Chu is only theirs. Why should I have to endure you, a young lady, by constantly aggrieving and violating myself because of their friendship."

After saying these words, Song Futing's sullenness disappeared.

He has now entered the path of cultivation. His life is more than just a few decades. He has more time to do what he wants to do, and he will also assume greater responsibilities in the future.

For example, Yecheng.

Chu Yan's crying came out of the room. Song Futing felt relaxed all over. When he doesn't worry about this, he does it very thoroughly. He also ordered the person who sent Chu Yan back to tie her up and knock her unconscious if she made a fuss.

In the evening, Song Futing's sword moves passed the test, and Bai Tang taught him three more moves, and wrote a exercise that was most suitable for Song Futing based on his own situation.

"Fu Ting, in the past, when I taught Chong Jin and Shen Zui, I always chose one that was most suitable and assisted one or two that interested me. I chose swordsmanship for you, and you choose the rest by yourself."

A small plate of A4 paper, densely packed with popular explanations.

Song Futing saw many things on it, including some that had little to do with cultivation.

Song Futing looked at Bai Tang in surprise: "Master..."

Bai Tang said gently: "If you can't make a choice now, go back and think about it carefully, and tell me your choice tomorrow."

Song Futing gave a rare smile: "Master, I will give you an answer tomorrow."

Likes and interests are far away from each other these years.

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Cong Huai took some time to get out of the tomb and sat in the bamboo forest to heal his injuries.

He has already obtained the soul-returning water.

When he left, he didn't finish his words. In fact, he also knew where Xirang was.

He originally planned to go back, but now, he plans to collect all the Holy Spirit Water and Living Soil before going back.

A paper crane flew over and landed on him.

"Where have you been?" 』

Just four simple words.

Cong Huai moved his hand and the word disappeared.

Halfway through writing, I paused again. Just fly away, he doesn't want to come back.

Bai Tang knew that Cong Huai had already seen it, and after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear back from him. With his fingers slightly bent, another paper crane was passed out.

The next day, there was still no news, and I still saw it.

Bai Tang sent another paper crane, but still received no response.

From then on, she seemed to have forgotten this person. He was doing his own thing quietly, and never asked for news about Cong Huai, nor did he use the Dragon Control Technique.

Song Futing turned behind the scenes at an extremely fast speed and withdrew from the army. Bai Tang didn't say anything about leaving, and Song Futing didn't mention it either.

In about a month, the dragon vein of Qianyun Mountain was formed. Bai Tang left a way for it to escape and informed Song Futing to prepare to leave.

With no family or sect, she planned to take Song Futing to practice while traveling. Try to make Song Futing a cultivator who can take charge of his own affairs before Yecheng is born, so that he can prepare for the follow-up arrangements. By the way, I'm looking for something to help Cong Huaihui escape from the demon body.

Just when it was time to leave, Cong Huai came back. He was seriously injured and there was a lot of blood on the ground. He stared at Bai Tang and Song Futing with sinister eyes.