Because she knew that even Fan Wuya couldn't beat Feng Qingyan now.
The two of them were like bereaved dogs lingering on their last legs, without the slightest ability to resist.
Zhao Miaomiao gathered spiritual power in his hands, and struck towards Fan Wuya and Yunluo.
Yunluo closed her eyes in fright.
Fan Wuya firmly protected Yunluo.
Two strands of spiritual power flew towards the two of them respectively, invading their bodies, nourishing and repairing their injuries.
Fan Wuya was stunned, not knowing what Feng Qingyan meant.
He could feel that there was more spiritual power in his dry sea of ??consciousness, and his whole body was more comfortable than before, and some tiny wounds were healing.
Zhao Miaomiao saw that the complexions of the two were getting better at a speed visible to the naked eye, so he held his palm and cut off the transmission of spiritual power.
"Youwhy did you save us?" Fan Wuya asked in surprise.
Zhao Miaomiao glanced at him with a half-smile, turned and left.
Fan Wuya and Yunluo looked at each other in blank dismay, completely unable to understand what Feng Qingyan's purpose was.
Zhao Miaomiao still remembered the original owner's request, the two of them were not ready to die yet.
In the days that followed, Zhao Miaomiao often came to see the two, and each time he stood aside and observed them coldly, without any drastic behavior.
The more Zhao Miaomiao was like this, the more scared Fan Wuya and Yunluo became.
They all knew that Feng Qingyan would never let them go easily, and they had felt the real killing intent from Feng Qingyan.
Feng Qingyan will not be soft-hearted, so what is she waiting for?
One day, Zhao Miaomiao appeared at the door again, and saw that Fan Wuya and Yunluo could get up and move normally.
She looked at the two of them treacherously, and said faintly, "It's a bit slow to recover."
"What are you talking about?" Fan Wuya asked with a frown.
With such serious injuries, it is almost a blessing in misfortune that they can recover within a month.
"It's nothing, I'm just afraid that you will die." Zhao Miaomiao said lightly.
As soon as these words came out, Fan Wuya became furious, pointed at Zhao Miaomiao and cursed, "What a big joke, are you still afraid of our death? Isn't it you who wants us to die the most?"
"Yes yes. Feng Qingyan said why are you crazy." Yunluo echoed while hiding behind Fan Wuya.
"Well, heh." Zhao Miaomiao smiled contemptuously, "Now one of you is ugly and the other is old, it's ridiculous to stand together."
Yunluo's complexion changed, and she covered her face reflexively.
Fan Wuya's face also turned pale in an instant.
In the world of cultivating immortals, due to cultivation, most cultivators look young and beautiful, no matter how bad they are, they have a pleasant temperament.
Now the cultivation base of the two has dropped drastically, and their appearance has undergone earth-shaking changes.
Seeing Feng Qingyan standing outside, who was so beautiful and gorgeous, the two of them felt very uncomfortable.
"Fan Wuya, for such an ugly woman, you even lost half of your cultivation base, lost your title of immortal, and became a demon. Do you think it's worth it?
You must know that you were admired by everyone in the past, and everyone should respectfully call you an immortal. Look at you now, you are older than the head! It's really pitiful~" Zhao Miaomiao gasped.
In the cage, Fan Wuya slumped on the ground powerlessly, with his head down, unable to see his face clearly.
Zhao Miaomiao looked at Yunluo deeply, and then said, "Yunluo, you are only ten years old.
Originally young and beautiful, it was because of Fan Wuya that he became what he is now.
The black marks on his face are so ugly, looking at Fan Wuya's appearance, he could be your grandfather. Can you still eat it? "(Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com