"Husband!"
Wang Xin grew even more anxious.
Feng Jue also spoke at this moment, "If you are sure you want to continue, then I won't hold back."
Chen Li put away the broken Three Soul Nails, bowed to Wen Jiu, and then looked at Gui Yanqiu and the others.
"Chen Mou admits defeat."
Heihe nodded, speaking coldly, his gaze always on the Three Evil Flying Corpses, "Move out of Lengxi Mountain within three days."
Chen Li nodded, sighing lightly, but when he thought of how Wen Jiu directly forced him to retreat with thunderous means, it wasn't such a bad thing. At least both he and his wife were in their prime and not at the end of their rope.
Seeing Heihe speak, Wang Xin could only stop reluctantly, glaring at Feng Jue full of murderous intent, but when her gaze fell on Wen Jiu, she finally could only cry out in pain.
Chen Li quickly flew to his wife's side, holding the pained and unwilling Wang Xin, "Everything will get better."
