Watching the group put on their dramatic performance, Fang Feixue couldn't bear to look directly.

She glanced at Gu Feng, who was pretending to be dead in her arms, and silently transmitted her voice, "Isn't this a bit too much of a deception?"

"What are you talking about? Who's deceiving whom?"

Gu Feng replied with some dissatisfaction, "The play may be fake, but the emotions are real. If Jiang Chuyao were truly in danger, do you think Murong Ze wouldn't risk his life to save her?"

Seeing the determined and resolute look in Murong Ze's eyes, Fang Feixue fell silent.

Murong Ze's face was cold, his cultivation fully unleashed, presenting a scene worthy of song and tears.

"Since Young Master Murong insists on protecting this woman, it seems unreasonable for us to keep pressing on!"

The leading black-clothed person sighed deeply and continued, "However, if we return empty-handed, the reputation of the Seven Heroes of Black Cloud in the demonic cultivators' world will be ruined. Wouldn't that invite ridicule from others?"

"This is quite a dilemma..."

The black-clothed person stroked his chin, frowning, deliberately putting on a troubled expression.

Seeing the opportunity, Murong Ze quickly smiled slightly and suggested, "How about this, if I can withstand three punches from you, will you all give me some face and retreat?"

At this, Fang Feixue couldn't help but laugh.@@novelbin@@

She knew these scenes were all pre-designed by Gu Feng, and she couldn't help but marvel at his wild creativity.

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