Chapter 82: Top-grade Abdominal Blackness (Part 2)

  Zuo Wanpeng's face turned pale with a ghostly expression, and he shouted in surprise: How is this possible?! I have beaten him before, but I never beat her to this extent!

  I just touched her a little, and I didn't even have such great strength, this this this...

  Long Qingyue lay on the wooden frame, extremely weak and said: What do you mean by this? Can I still self-mutilate... Zuo Wanpeng, I didn't expect you to be such a timid and fearful coward... You don't even have the courage to take responsibility for what you've done... Cough cough cough...

  Long Lian angrily said: "An Wang, you actually acknowledged this matter with Wu Shi Zi. That being the case, there's nothing more to say! You know his strength, an eight-star Spirit Master, while my granddaughter has just started cultivating her spirit and hasn't even reached a single segment of spiritual power. Little Yue can't defeat Wu Shi Zi, we admit it! However, Little Yue's meridians, bones, and skeleton were severely damaged, almost paralyzed. This account still needs to be settled!"

  Zuo Da's face turned iron-green, and he walked forward to take Long Qingyue's wrist. The spiritual energy surged into her body through her arm, detecting the situation inside her. Suddenly, his eyebrows furrowed, and it was confirmed that the tendons and bones in Long Qingyue's body had indeed suffered severe damage.

  He turned around and glared at Zuo Wanpeng fiercely, his own son usually relying on power and strength to cause trouble everywhere, this point he was still very clear about.

  Long Qingyu couldn't help but secretly laugh to herself on the side, fortunately Xiao Yue had foreseen this earlier.

  At this moment, Zuo Wanpeng's heart was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. Obviously, he was the one who had been beaten up, but instead, he was accused of being the culprit! He almost rushed forward and pulled Long Qingyue down from the wooden frame. In the mountain valley, this little girl was clearly vigorous and energetic, and even kicked him in the back, which still hurt a bit now.

  Zuo Da said somewhat awkwardly: As for the injury of your granddaughter, I will send someone to bring the best medicine to heal wounds. Can General Long return the Flowing Fire Sword to me?

  Long Lian coldly snorted, I don't care about the Flowing Fire Sword, you have to ask my granddaughter!

  Zuo Da's face turned dark, and he was truly humiliated! However, he couldn't swallow the anger in his heart, and he said to Long Qingyue: "Long niece, can you return the Flowing Fire Sword to me?"

  Long Qingyue said faintly: The Flowing Fire Sword is mine now, but it's also useless to me. Giving it back to you isn't impossible either.

  Zuo Da was overjoyed for a moment, and Long Zhiniang was still the most understanding and reasonable one!

  But there's a condition! Long Qingyue interrupted him, saying slowly: I've suffered such a severe injury, and I won't let it go to waste. If I don't get what I want, this breath of mine will be hard to swallow. And if I swallow it, who knows, maybe my head will spin with rage, and I'll take the Flowing Fire Sword to find the Supreme Emperor for a chat over tea.

  Although it was just a few simple words, when heard by Zuo Da, they were secretly threatening.

  Zuo Da's eyes sank slightly, what conditions did Long Zhiniang have?

  What can you do? The handle is in someone else's hands after all.

  Long Qingyue said: It's simple, as long as you cure my injuries, I still want to be a great spiritual master.

  Zuo Da was slightly delighted for a moment. Don't worry about this, Long Niece. I will order someone to bring the best medicine for treating injuries later.

  Long Qingyue furrowed her brow slightly and said: "Forget it, I'll go pick myself."

  Zuo Da was taken aback, how could he let Long Nü personally go? The king ordered someone to deliver it, that's all. If this fool brings back all the top-grade medicine, wouldn't he vomit blood?