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The cultivator who complained is determined anyway, leaving is death, death is worse than life, and continuing to stay by Fang Qi's side is the right way... As for shame... What is face in the face of death?

Going out... is really going to kill you!

"Do you think you still have the right to choose? What do you think about letting him lure monsters?"

Fang Qi has always felt that he is a very democratic person, and he is willing to accept other people's opinions.

"Brother Fang is right... What's wrong with you going to attract monsters? Why is it bad to contribute a little to the collective? Why are you procrastinating?"

"That's right! I just can't understand this kind of man, and he's too selfish. I will never like this kind of man!"

"If I had gone long ago, as long as Brother Fang said something, I would definitely follow!"

The discussions among the melon-eaters are very intense, and they don't need to appear anyway, so let's crush it to your heart's content!

A dead fellow would not die a poor one, this concept must be firmly passed on.

"My Cao! You gang of love beasts! Why don't you go yourself! Just let me go, I...I..."

The suing monk was full of displeasure, and let out a Hesterian roar...

Of course, he still has to bow his head in the face of reality...

"I'll go, can't I go?"

The complaining monk heroically became the first monster attractor...

I saw him walking out resolutely... a quarter of an hour later...

"Help! Help! Brother Fang, Lord Fang, help me... I am Cao, I am dead! Don't bite me! Help me!"

The suing monk ran over frantically looking at this side, Fang Qi glanced over, and smiled involuntarily on his face.

The result was good, the first time I attracted a dozen or so monsters, including a ninth-level monster...

Very promising... A little expert at attracting monsters!

Seeing that the suing cultivator was about to be slapped to death by the ninth-level monster... Fang Qi rushed out like a rocket, and bombarded the ninth-level monster directly in three or two strokes!

"Fufufu...I'm dead...I'm dead..."

The suing monk trembled all over, Fang Qi picked him up.

"Don't worry, you are not dead yet. This time the harvest is good, I will give you a credit! What's the name of the brother! The ability is not bad..."

Fang Qi stared at the monk who complained, and the monk who complained trembled, always feeling that there was a poisonous needle hidden in Fang Qi's smile...

"I...my name is Zhang Tian...Brother Fang, I...I'm injured, I need to rest..."

The suing monk pointed to the right leg that was scratched by the monster, with a happy smile on his face...

I'm all injured, you can't let me attract monsters anymore!

It's too dangerous to lure monsters, if you make a mistake, you will be eaten by monsters...

"Oh? Injured? Let me see, the injury is really serious! You come here, you need to be treated immediately, it will be bad if you get an infection..."

Fang Qi said solemnly, and dragged Zhang Tian all the way to a big tree, when a tube of Yunnan Baiyao suddenly appeared in his right hand.

"Come and try this Yunnan Baiyao, which is specially used to treat bruises!"

Fang Qi spent 200,000 spirit stones on this golden elixir grade Yunnan Baiyao!

But compared to the income of these demon cores, this expenditure is nothing...

"I'll paint you..."

Fang Qi directly applied all of Yunnan Baiyao to Zhang Tian's wound, and Zhang Tian immediately felt a warm, itchy, and very comfortable feeling on the wound.