Chapter 1798 Chapter 1798
Feng Jiu didn't even look at it, and said: "These people don't look good, they are naturally killed. August 1? Chinese? Chinese w≥w≠w≤.≥8≤1=z=w.com "Sometimes you have to do things well, some people can keep it, and some people can't keep it.
6 Master heard a ray of light in his eyes, but he didn't expect this young man to be able to say killing things so simply. After all, he looks like he has never been exposed to such things, and he has been in the mountains for a long time. Pure...
Thinking of this simple and honest, he put a hand on the corner of his mouth and coughed lightly.
He also has time to look away! What kind of simple and honest this young man is! Can a simple and honest person silently bring down a dozen powerful loose cultivators? Can a simple, honest and pure person say something like killing something in a light-hearted way?
This young man, the more he gets along, the more he finds it a mystery. I thought I had seen him through, that is, a young man who was not deep in the world, but who would have refreshed his cognition again and again, giving them a shock.
After adjusting his mind, he gestured to the people around him: "Take care of the people."
"Yes!" Those men are also used to doing this, and it should be very straightforward. Except for the two who stayed beside Master 6, all the men took out the dagger and wiped it directly on the necks of the unconscious people. A knife.
This kind of fluttering dagger wiped out the feeling of a Nascent Soul cultivator and a Fei Xian powerhouse, and made those men feel a little weird in their hearts. To pay such a strength of the loose cultivator, they have not even tried a knife. solved by people.
The gray-robed old man was a doctor, so although he didn't step forward to help at this time, he still took a few steps forward to watch. Rao is because he is too old, and he can't do the thing of dissecting the tiger's belly. At this time, by the firelight, he watched Feng Jiu take out a sharp dagger and shaved off the hair on the tiger's belly. I don't know what kind of medicine was rubbed on it, but a strange medicine smell spread out in the air.
Seeing the young man's focused expression, they didn't dare to disturb them, they just watched silently. However, when they saw him swipe under the tiger's belly with a knife like that, the sharp dagger made a saliva, and blood gushed out at the same time. When the tigress was howling and screaming miserably, he saw that the boy stretched out his hand and probed into the opening, groping softly inside.
Not long after, a white tiger cub, wet with blood and soaked in blood, was lifted out of the boy's hands. When they saw the huddled white tiger cub, everyone watching was a little stunned.
This, this is out?
The tigress has no strength to howl, and her whole body softens, as if her vitality has come to an end. She tries to open her eyes to take a look at her child, want to lick her and remember the smell of her body.
However, with the passing of life force and the gushing of blood when it was cut open, it only felt the darkness in front of it and passed out, falling into the boundless darkness...
Feng Jiu put the white tiger cub on a prepared piece of clothing, and quickly sewed up the wound on the tigress's abdomen with needles and threads.
This scene made the grey clothed old man beside him unable to take his eyes off it. When he saw that the boy had sewed up the wound and the blood stopped flowing, he wanted to ask, but he was afraid of disturbing him, so he just suppressed the urge to ask.
It wasn't until, when he saw the boy wiping the little white tiger's body with the clothes, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother Feng, why did you sew this wound up again? Could this tigress still live?"