Superior Immortal was Reborn in the City

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"you..."

Hearing Ye Feng's words, those who wanted to get a spiritual needlework were stunned.

Their purpose is to make Ye Feng surrender acupuncture through great pressure, just like this matter is related to the whole world.

As long as the impact is expanded.

They thought that as long as this influence expanded, it was easy to make Ye Feng nervous and make Ye Feng afraid.

At that time, as long as they say a few more words, Ye Feng will obediently hand over the needle.

The result is now.

Ye Feng's reaction, contrary to their expectations, was completely different from what they just thought, because instead of being nervous and afraid, Ye Feng pushed the responsibility back to them perfectly.

"It's your fault if someone becomes ill or sick in the future." Ye Feng's mouth twitched slightly and said playfully: "Because you can't afford 100 billion."

"You are shirk your responsibilities!"

Someone said aloud.

"What about shirk?"

Ye Feng smiled: "The people of the whole world can't restrain me, save this world, I don't care."

Hear this sentence.

The scene was quiet and silent.

At the moment when Ye Feng's words fell, they suddenly felt that Ye Feng's body showed a vast breath, invincible and domineering, but more of it was lonely!

The loneliness of a peerless powerhouse.

The desert is endless, the yellow sand is in the sky, and the wind is roaring.

A figure, wearing a black robe made of coarse cloth, marched against the violent wind mixed with yellow sand, and Ren Nasha, the sharp yellow sand like a knife, crossed his face without moving.

In a world full of yellow sand.

This figure is obviously so powerful.

It seems to hold the world in his hand, and the whole world has no opponents, but it seems so lonely, so lonely.

Looking at this man's back, there was a kind of loneliness that couldn't be said.

Just looking at Ye Feng's Beiying, the people present felt that his heart was being pinched by an invisible strange hand, and he could hardly breathe.

What master is the lonely?

Lonely people are pretending to pose, you always take a lonely posture because you haven't eaten enough bitterness.

I also feel that this posture is quite windy.

People who are truly lonely never think about it, because if you are already lonely and cannot save yourself, all you can do is not want.

"What happened just now?"

The people here fell out of the mood just now.

Then they looked at each other in horror, their eyes full of puzzlement, but their faces were pale.

And this time.

Ye Feng looked at Lin Yiyao next to him.

"Let's go." Ye Feng said to Lin Yiyao, then turned and left.

Lin Yiyao hurried to keep up with Ye Feng.

Ye Feng's departure left their attention on Ye Feng's body.

Looking at the back of Ye Feng's departure, they were a little distracted. Someone murmured, "Why is Ye Feng's back like the lonely person I just saw?"

"Ye Feng...what did he experience?"

Those who want to dye their leaves and maple needlework are left with their fists clenched. "Even if you can escape this time, whatever, you will always get the needlework."

"Someday, it will let you spit out this stitch."

Someone looked at Ye Feng's back with his teeth clenched.

In the corridor, Song Miaohan looked at Ye Feng's back, his eyes full of complex colors.

She struggled for a while in her eyes.

"You can only rely on him."

Song Miaohan gritted his teeth and walked out of the hospital.

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