C3790 (1/2)

You finally came.

Obviously, this sentence means that Leng Xian knows Fang Chen, but the latter does not know her and has never heard of such a woman.

Then, there is only one possibility. She can feel the familiar breath on her body. Whose breath is it?

The breath of Fu Jian supreme, or the breath of Hades, or other people's breath?

For a moment, Fang Chen was in a mess.

He didn't understand the attitude of the woman in front of him. If he was the enemy, he would be doomed.

Hum!

Lengxian's eyes shot out a strange light, condensed into a line in the void, and burst into Fang Chen's mind in an instant. The latter was hit by the line before he could react.

Bang!

Fang Chen felt that his internal strength was concussion, and his visceral scars seemed to be expanding. With the invasion of lines, his spirits were trembling, and he felt a great sense of crisis.

”What are you doing?”

Fang Chen roared and tried his best to block the operation of the lines, but it was of no help. After his realm fell, he faced the woman in white and had no strength to fight back.

Click!

Visceral scar, again expand, blink of an eye, there is a strong scar visible to the naked eye, at this time Fang Chen's viscera can also be clearly seen.

Yeah?

Fang Chen sees, visceral scar comes out, a silk of black blood flows out, this is he did not discover before.

What is this black blood, and why is it hidden in its internal organs?

Hiss! Hiss!

As soon as the black blood appeared, it was burned and refined by the power of the lines.

After a while, the black blood was completely burned clean, and at this time, Fang Chen's visceral scars were shrinking rapidly, until finally only a small gap was left.

Hum!

The strength in the lines is almost exhausted. When Fang Chen realizes that the woman in white has no malice towards him, he breathes a sigh of relief.

However, just at this time, the breath of the drop of blood left by the Supreme Master of Fu Jian spread all over Fang Chen's body, refining the lines.

Hum!

The drop of blood left by the Supreme Master of Fu Jian, the last trace of breath, disappeared into the visceral scars, and the line that rushed into Fangchen's body also disappeared.

”Did you go after all?”

The voice of the woman in white came again, but at this moment Fang Chen could find that there was a sad breath in her voice.

As a matter of fact, a strong man like the woman in white can completely control his own emotions, and rarely has this kind of almost broken sad mood. But now, the woman in white is uncontrollably shedding a tear.

Looking at the tears hanging on the white face, Fang Chen seems to understand.

There should be a great relationship between the woman in white and the Supreme Master of Fu Jian. Otherwise, she will not cry after feeling the blood breath left by Fu Jian supreme.

”Why?”