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On the second day, Ding Feng regained his mobility as well as his cultivation. It was just that the Qi disorder caused by that incomplete ability had yet to be straightened out. In reality, he did not have any offensive power, so the moment he used his strength, he was in danger of fainting again.

Mu Chong Ling was not much better off; her Dantian and meridians were in complete chaos. Not to mention activating the power of the Divine Realm, she was not even able to unleash the power of her own fleshly body, and was practically no different from a mortal woman.

Both of them were in the God Realm, and Ding Feng could still use God-level weapons and armor to carry out normal God Realm attacks. However, Mu Chong Ling only had a God Realm shell left, so her strength would be exposed.

In this situation, the two of them naturally could not return to the Nine Regions to die. They decided to hide their identities and go to the Nine Regions to find an opportunity. At the same time, they could recuperate and recover their cultivation. They did not dare to choose the main road, so they could only take a detour around the mountain. Ding Feng was worried about the safety of the Dreamsky Pavilion, but right now they could not care less.

The source of the surprise attack was unknown. Ding Feng and Mu Chong Ling could not guess where it came from, they were excessively strong, actually being able to mass produce God Realm killers. If they were to attack the Dreamsky Pavilion, Ding Feng did not dare to think any further …

They didn't know that at this moment, in a nameless house in the Ninth District, a middle-aged man dressed in luxurious clothing was shouting angrily at the three God Realm elders, "You three are top God Realm warriors and brought three teams of twenty-seven God Realm killers to kill two people. Not only did you return empty-handed, you yourself even lost fifteen of them. This is the God Realm! "

An old man gloomily said, "The Dreamland Pavilion is still here. Why don't we just go and destroy the Dreamland Pavilion!"

The middle-aged man said angrily, "There are only the two great Gods of the Wen Family left. One of them is a treasure of the Wen Family. If we provoke the Dao Realm Patriarch, we'll have to go get the box lunch. Your brain is full of shit!"

The old man was so scolded that he dared not make a sound. He silently cursed, "Who knows if the Wen Clan's Dao Realm Patriarchs really exist?"

"..."

The closest place to Ding Feng was the west side of District Nine and Eight's Thousand Mine Mountain Range. There was a Thousand Mine Gate and there was only one Thousand Mine Gate. From the beginning, it had never split and was always under the control of the Thousand Mine Gate. The Thousand Mine Ridge used to be a rich mining area. Most of the people living here were miners, and the rest relied on the mining area to survive.

The Thousand Mine Sect was originally an organization organized by the miners, and it gradually developed into a powerful faction that was passed down from generation to generation. Its strength was not to be looked down upon, the Sovereign was the man known as the Axe King, there were also ten people in different levels of the God Realm.

The composition of the staff here was relatively simple, because they had always been unified and had not experienced any wars. Therefore, the people were generally richer, the security in the district was also relatively better, and the miners' solidarity and camaraderie were relatively strong and domineering.

Both of them were not short on money, but they did not want to attract too much attention. Thus, they only rented an ordinary house as their base and lived their lives in seclusion.

The house was small, just two rooms and a hall, but since it was a bungalow, there was a yard outside, half of it a vegetable patch, but there was nothing to grow, there were a few weeds, and the other half a roof to keep out the rain. Under the awning were a tea table and two recliners.

Since Mu Chong Ling's health was not good, Ding Feng would naturally not let her toil. In the house and outside, he was the one cleaning up, while Mu Chong Ling stood not far behind him watching him work. Wherever he went, he would not let Ding Feng out of her sight, and her eyes were filled with gentleness.

After tidying up the bed, Ding Feng suddenly smiled at Mu Chong Ling and said: "Do you think I should clean up one or two beds?"

Mu Chong Ling's face immediately turned red, and was at a loss of what to do. Seeing her cute appearance, Ding Feng could not help but walk forward and pick her up. Her blushing face was buried in Ding Feng's bosom, not daring to speak.

Ding Feng gently placed her on the bed and bent over to take off her shoes. Her small feet were very delicate and round, smooth and exquisite, without the slightest odor. He could not help but ask, "After walking so far, her feet are not smelly at all. How did you do that?"

Mu Yuling made a sound like a mosquito buzzing. "Born to be."

No one had ever grabbed her feet like this before, not even a man. His face was so red and hot, not just his face, and she felt that if she peeled herself now, she would look like a large, ripe lobster, because her whole body was so hot and hot.

Ding Feng suddenly stood up and said, "Wait a moment, I'll be right back."

Mu Yingling felt like a log, sitting there motionless, her thoughts running wild: "What is he doing out there? Could it be to go to the toilet? A bath? You want to kill me when you come back? Would it hurt? It's still broad daylight, should I refuse? What if he was forced to come? What if he didn't come? So shameless! "

After a moment, Ding Feng returned, and actually placed a basin of hot water at her feet. He moved a small stool to sit in front of her and said, "Although your feet don't smell bad at all, but your body is currently too weak. After walking so much, scalding your feet will be very comfortable."

Her thoughts were completely different from her own. Ding Feng had just gone out to boil a basin of water for her to wash her feet. Right now, she was like a puppet, blankly staring at Ding Feng who was seriously washing her feet.

Ding Feng asked, "Is the temperature of the water suitable?"

"Hm ~"

In the foot-basin Ding Feng helped her to rub her feet, pinched and pressed, and asked her: "Is it very comfortable? "In a while, you will be able to sleep well. You will definitely be able to sleep very comfortably. With me here, you don't have to worry about anything."

After a long time without hearing Mu Chong Ling's response, Ding Feng raised his head to look at her and found that her face was covered in tears. He smiled and said: "What are you crying for? "Are you moved so easily?"

"No one has ever been so kind to me before. I'm an orphan, fatherless and motherless. Only Master treats me well, but she's so strict. She forced me to train, forced me to kill people, forced me to bear the burden of being a Devil Scepter Sect member."

Ding Feng said with a pained heart, "In the future, besides me, no one else can force you."

"What are you forcing me to do?"

"I forced you to bed!"

There were still tears on Mu Chong Ling's face, but she was amused by him: "I was just moved by you, and said you were a good person, yet you actually turned pale!"

Ding Feng smiled and said, "No matter how bitter you've been in the past, it's all over now. People's most important point is now and the future, grasp the present well, then there will be a better future. I don't know who my parents are, and I still have lost my memories.

She chatted until the hot water ran out and the water became cold. Only then did Ding Feng help her lie back down on the bed, and she said with embarrassment and annoyance: "I'm not a cripple, so don't treat me like I'm paralyzed!"

Ding Feng chuckled, "Of course not, I'm just preparing to give you a massage."