Logan Chu, who was about to walk towards Feng Jianqi, stopped immediately when he felt the magic weapon in his hand return to its sheath and looked at the young man next to Feng Jianqi.
Observing closely, I found that he was quite young, about thirty years old, with a calm face like a lake without ripples, but his eyes were always firm, as vast and deep as the sea.
In addition, his whole body was as straight as a sword, emitting a faint sword aura, like an eye-catching vortex, making people unable to help but turn their attention to him.
Trying to suppress the fighting spirit surging in his heart, Logan Chu looked at Feng Jianqi.
Feng Jianqi took a few steps forward, pulled Logan Chu aside, and asked in a low voice: "Chu Bantou, what's wrong with you? You are injured and still go to kill the bandits. Feng remembers that you are not a bloodthirsty person!"
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