Zhui Feng crossed his hands, folded his arms in front of his chest, and counterattacked disdainfully with his mouth crooked.

"Yo! It's quite bold! It has personality! I like it!"

Seeing Zhui Feng's angry and awkward expression, Ma Rulong appreciated it more and burst out laughing again.

Zhui Feng was angry and funny, and rolled his eyes at him.

Suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed through Zhui Feng, who mysteriously took two big steps forward, lowered his voice and asked:

"Does the leader of the caravan really want to know? I'll tell you! It's just that my life experience is special and cannot be made public. How about you come closer?"

Ma Rulong leaned forward with great interest, letting Zhui Feng whisper in his ear:

"Master, I won't tell you! I'll make you so angry!"

Ma Rulong suddenly became impatient and turned away to get angry.

As soon as he opened his mouth wide, Zhui Feng quickly stuffed a small object into his mouth.

"What are you..."

Ma Rulong's eyes widened angrily, and as soon as a sentence reached his throat, he fell silent and lowered his head.

Zhui Feng stepped forward and carefully felt his breath, then carefully checked the pulse in his neck, and then felt relieved.

"Hey! I asked you to pretend to be dead at first! And you said I couldn't charm you! What a joke! Our Biyun Valley medicine and poison techniques are one of the four unique skills, okay? Now you know how powerful I am!"

Zhuifeng patted Ma Rulong's slightly weathered cheek heavily, as if appreciating a trophy of victory in the battle, and pretended to imitate Ma Rulong's calm and contented look just now, and said with a smile:
Chapter completed!