CLANG!
Li Banfeng threw Bao Yingchen into the Portable Residence.
The Phonograph exclaimed, "Beloved husband, beloved husband, listen to me..."
CLANG!
Li Banfeng didn't come in; he closed the door.
Outside, there were still over thirty tough fighters from the Three Heroes Gang, and more than a hundred people from Xiaoyao Lodge were backing them up. Li Banfeng couldn't return yet.
After inspecting Bao Yingchen's injuries, the Phonograph confirmed that Li Banfeng had used the Eighth Layer Technique of Home Cultivation.
"What should we do, Old Man?" the Phonograph asked Bao Yingchen.
"I'll try to call him back."
WHOO-WHOO! The Portable Residence sounded its steam whistle.
Li Banfeng didn't respond.
In severe pain, Li Banfeng's consciousness blurred, and he didn't hear the whistle.
The Phonograph shouted, "Open the door, I'll call him back!"
The Portable Residence became angry. "This isn't a train station! You think you can just say 'open the door' and it will open?"
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