Fang Tong looked puzzled.

Tang Fan didn't say anything, and pulled her to burst out of speed, landing on the top of the mountain in an instant.

Only then did Fang Tong realize that there was a man and a woman at the foot of the mountain surrounded by medicine spirits.

These two people were exhausted, covered in blood, and struggling to hold on.

Tang Fan said: "They are disciples of the Inner Sect's True Immortal Pavilion."

"I know, that... is Fang Lan."

Tang Fan understood and said: "Forget it, let them fend for themselves..."

"Xiaowu..."

Fang Tong looked up at Tang Fan, bit his lip and said, "They are also our same clan!"

"As long as you are not angry with me, I will save people!"

Fang Tong struggled for a moment, then suddenly pursed his lips and pecked his mouth like a chicken.

"Well……"

Tang Fan was petrified on the spot.

"Is that enough?"

Fang Tong's face was as red as an apple.

"Let you take advantage of me!"

"Snapped!"
Chapter completed!