Feng Lin had already put away his black robe and took off all his shirt.

His left arm was scratched with four 20-centimeter wounds.

Feng Lin had already stopped the bleeding and felt a lot of aura, which was moving quickly on this level.

He used formation techniques to slightly change the shape of his face and heal the wounds on his arms.

"coming!"

Feng Lin quickly lay down on Qu Feiyu, covered his waist with the quilt, and pressed his arms on Qu Feiyu's shoulders.

boom!

At this moment, the stone door of the palace was violently pushed open.

Two men walked in quickly.

"What are you doing?"

Feng Lin suddenly stared at the person who came in.

Only then did Qu Feiyu understand what Feng Lin meant, so he cooperated, "Good brother, you are so fierce!"

The two people who came in carefully observed Feng Lin's arms.

The top was intact and there were no wounds.

One of the strong men smiled and waved, "Sorry, an enemy broke in, we are looking for him!"

"Brother, don't be too anxious, we only have one day."

The other person looked at the sweat on Feng Lin's body and smiled obscenely.

After saying that, they left wisely and closed the stone door again.

Feeling them walking away, Feng Lin immediately rolled to the side, breathing heavily.

Qu Feiyu got up and said, "Sorry, I misunderstood you just now."

"fine."

Feng Lin released the formation, smeared the wound with heavenly materials and earthly treasures, closed his eyes and rested.

This He Xingzhen's poison is indeed a bit difficult to deal with.

It's a bit like the breath of the fallen soul. The longer the battle lasts, the deeper the toxin invades.

…

"Sir, we didn't find it!"

"Every building here has been inspected, and there is no one with an injured left arm."

He Xingzhen frowned as she listened to the servant's report.

Did he escape to the lower floors?
Chapter completed!