“Are you crazy?”

Scarface was so scarred that he had no choice but to yell, trying to get Jiang Ming to regain his senses.

Jiang Ming was not crazy in the first place. After hearing these words, the speed in his hands became even faster.

 The moment he punched it out, some flames came out.

The flames burned Scarface's body. He frantically extinguished the flames on his body while dealing with Jiang Ming.

 It didn’t take long for him to feel exhausted but unable to do anything, and part of his body had been burned.

Sikong Wu Yuanqiang held on to his strength and finally understood Scarface.

Scarface fell to the ground with eyes wide open.

 There are still many things he wants to do, but he can no longer do them.

Jiang Ming clapped his hands.

Now everything is completely settled.

Looking at the eighteen-story staircase that had not yet disappeared, Sikong Wuyuan felt lingering fear, feeling that he could not see the depth at a glance.

Jiang Ming sneaked around behind him, raised his hand and pushed him down.

Sikong Wu Yuan was defenseless and looked at Jiang Ming in disbelief.

how come?

Why did His Highness the Savior treat him like this? Aren’t they good friends?

However, he knew that he could not ask the answer, so he closed his eyes and planned to wait for death.

Jiang Ming also jumped down, very fast, reaching the ground one step ahead of Sikong Wuyuan, and caught him.

Sikong Wuyuan, who originally wanted to wait for death, couldn't wait for the result, and couldn't help but feel strange.

 Opening his eyes, Jiang Ming's face was magnified hundreds of times in front of him.

Remembering what happened just now, Sikong Wuyuan left in a panic and found that he was in Jiang Ming's arms just now.

Jiang Ming knew that the other party was wary, so he dismissed his idea and said: "Going down the stairs will also consume your spiritual energy. Only by doing this will you lose no spiritual energy."

Sikong Wuyuan pursed his lips and thought that this was the truth. He said with relief: "I don't think His Highness the Savior would do anything to hurt me. I am worried too much."

 He breathed a sigh of relief.

If His Highness the Savior really betrayed him, then he would be quite at a loss.

 The eighteen steps of the stairs completely disappeared at this time, Jiang Ming sighed.

This last step has finally come to an end.

 “You don’t think this is the end, do you?”

A voice sounded. Jiang Ming turned around and saw the maid standing aside watching the show.

 He couldn't remember who the maid's master was, but her identity was definitely not that of a maid.

 “I want to avenge my master!”

The maid glared at Jiang Ming fiercely.

Jiang Ming nodded vaguely in understanding.

 Speaking as if he is afraid of the other person.

Sikong Wuyuan jumped out, took out a rope and threw it in front of the maid.

The maid was startled and her face turned pale, completely in line with Sikong Wuyuan's thoughts.

 He laughed and said: "Isn't it revenge? Why is this revenge a bit bizarre?"

The maid suddenly felt ashamed, took a deep breath and said, "It's none of your business."

 She had a secret intention to commit suicide.

 The people in front of me are really noisy.

“His Royal Highness the Savior is my good friend, this is a big deal!”

Sikong Wuyuan made a face.

He had long been unhappy with the pretentious Scarface, and now that he made the other party's maid furious, it was a relief for him.

The maid was cold, slapping her palms and playing a burst of musical notes towards Jiang Ming and Sikong Wuyuan.

The notes are loud and continuous.

 “The show has begun?”

Sikong Wuyuan didn’t think so, he made a puff and planned to catch it directly.

Jiang Ming stopped his movement and said: "This can't be caught out of thin air."

ah? His Highness the Savior actually knew his thoughts?

 Sikong Wuyuan had big question marks in his eyes.

The musical note is like a chopping knife, and the stone is split into two halves.

Sikong Wuyuan sighed when he caught a glimpse of the neat scratches.

 This man is so cruel.

Didn’t get it?

The maid was furious, and the bell tied to her ankle kept ringing.

She spun towards Jiang Ming, who raised his feet and carved crosses around her.

"The water surges, and the loser becomes the bandit." She walked into the mid-air, her body was surrounded by water light, and the bells rang loudly.

Sikong Wuyuan felt a pressure coming towards him and had no choice but to squat down.

Jiang Ming raised his hand, and the water flow was immediately taken away by him.

Sikong Wuyuan was dumbfounded.

This is the first time he has seen this kind of magic, and His Highness the Savior has to open his eyes every time.

 He couldn't help but swallow.

This ability is truly enviable and enviable.

 When will he have such ability?

However, Jiang Ming himself was also shocked.

 He just wanted to fight, so why did he **** the water directly in?

However, the spiritual power of this water flow is quite nourishing.

 He was somewhat satisfied.

 The maid was also frightened. She was about to cry.

　　My spiritual power has never been in this situation before, how could it be sucked away by His Highness the Savior?

Then how will she survive in the future?

 “Thief, I will make you pay back hundreds of times!”

She was furious, and countless darts appeared in her hand in an instant.

Jiang Ming responded calmly.

 However, the moment the dart approached him, it automatically flowed back and reached the maid's hand again.

This saucy operation stunned Jiang Ming and others.

Jiang Ming thinks.

Should he thank the other party for not killing him, or should he laugh at the other party's mistake?

 This is really funny.

 “Pfft!”

Sikong Wuyuan couldn't help bursting into laughter. Thinking of giving face to the maid, he suppressed his laughter and said, "What the hell... Thank you so much for not killing us..."

The words were stumbled and slurred, and the maid's face turned blue and purple.

She took a deep breath and threw the thing in front of her again.

She didn’t believe it. This thing is back again? Are you so disobedient to your own things?

Unexpectedly, just as she thought, the darts did come back.

 The maid is crying again.

Why should this dart listen to His Highness the Savior?

 She worked hard to raise so many darts with her spiritual power, and no one was grateful.

Jiang Ming felt a little sympathetic to the maid.

"I think you should give up. None of your things agree with what you are doing."

Sikong Wuyuan was able to see clearly and reminded the maid.

The maid pinched her waist, looking unyielding.

 “You want me to surrender? No way!”

 She jumped up and rushed straight towards Jiang Ming and Sikong Wuyuan.

　　Two people faced each other nervously.

Unexpectedly, in an instant, the maid disappeared out of thin air.

 If she can’t fight, can’t she run?

 This is the best policy!

　　Three question marks suddenly appeared on their foreheads.

 It is not good to be a deserter.

 “Come on, people ran away.”

Seeing the mess in front of him, Jiang Ming planned to return to the palace.

The group of people from Medical Valley gathered together and directly blocked Jiang Ming.

“Your Highness the Savior, please save us. We have suffered heavy casualties one by one and there is really no way to heal ourselves.”

 Looking around, the people have wounds of all sizes.

 Some have lost a leg, and some have lost a hand.

 “Where do you have the nerve to ask for help?”

Sikong Wuyuan smiled.

These people are really shameless. (End of chapter)