An Affectionate Saint, He Is

"Thank... you... for... not... killing... Zhi...Zhi... Achoo!" Zhang Yuhong also quickly thanked her, but he started to stutter even more than Deng Zaibei. He even sneezed heavily.

"Yuhong?" Zhang Shizhao found that not only did Zhang Yuhong started to stutter badly, but even his eyes had become cross-eyed.

"I simply did unto him what he did unto others. An eye for an eye," said Ling Chuxi faintly. By doing this, it was obvious that she had avenged Feng Zijin and Deng Zaibei.

"Thank you, my Lady."

"Thank... Thank you... Thank you, my Lady," said Feng Zijin and Deng Zaibei at the same time.

Never would they have thought that Zhang Yuhong would one day end up like this, and in a much worse situation than them too. Obviously, the two of them felt much better. They were already grateful to Ling Chuxi for promising to heal them. They were definitely more so now.