Feng Xingying's spiritual power was improved again after this suppression.
Advancement is imminent.
Otherwise, her current tendons would not be able to hold more spiritual power, and she might even burst.
Qin Molin said.
Although Feng Xingying had the Xihuang Sword space to temporarily store spiritual power, after the Feng family suffered a setback last time, Feng Xingying was eager to advance and improve his strength as soon as possible.
To advance, the necessary item is a World of Warcraft crystal core.
You can obtain it by hunting it yourself, or by going to a chamber of commerce or an adventure group to buy it.
For example, Jubao Pavilion will provide various crystal nuclei all year round.
However, there is also a saying about the Warcraft crystal core. It is said that only the crystal core that hunts by itself will have the aura of surrender to the Warcraft, which will make it easier to develop mutant abilities after advancement.
For this reason, Feng Xingying decided to go into the Warcraft Forest again.
"I'll accompany you." Qin Molin said domineeringly, and Feng Xingying felt a lot of pressure.
Especially when Qin Shiyi, dressed in black and with an ice face, brought noisy rue, sesame seeds, and watermelon balls to meet Feng Xingying.
When they heard that Qin Molin was also going to accompany them, both the man and the beast immediately became silent.
Qin Molin glanced at them, and the three became even quieter.
"Master, is the evil man going to bully you again? Don't be afraid, Tutu will protect you when he grows up." The little black rabbit fell into Feng Xingying's arms, howling loudly, but his body was shaking like chaff.
Who protects whom
Watermelon is self-aware, so it simply retracts its head and tail into its thick turtle shell and resigns itself to being used as a car for them.
However, his turtle shell was big enough. Qin Molin already liked the feeling of sitting on the turtle shell with Feng Xingying, and he no longer even summoned his own mount.
Yunxiang tried her best to reduce her presence and shrank to the side, already next to Qin Shiyi.
She compared King Leng, who scared her to death without spreading the cold air, with Qin Shiyi, the ice-faced man who should not approach strangers, and she still felt that the latter was less scary.
"Is grandma awake?" Feng Xingying was most concerned about this.
"I'm awake." Yunxiang hesitated a little, not knowing how to say it.
"how?"
"The young master is back."
Young Master
There was such a person in Feng Xingying's mind. She called him eldest brother. Although he was the eldest son of her second uncle Feng Tianhao, he was born earlier than Feng Xingying. He was also the only male in the Feng family's generation.
In Feng Xingying's memory, her grandmother seemed to dote on her eldest brother very much.
The eldest brother's most beloved sisters should be her third sister Feng Yuexian and fourth sister Feng Yueyi.
It's just that he has been concentrating on training and has rarely interacted with Feng Xingying.
Maybe, he didn't despise having such a sister and always ignored her existence.
"Then?"
"The eldest young master ordered someone to take the old lady back in a sedan chair."
"No, I want to go back!" Feng Xingying was anxious.
"No need." Yunxiang shook her head: "Master Jue tried to stop me, but the old lady insisted on going back."
Insist on going back
Feng Xingying's heart felt clogged and uncomfortable.
The only person she considers to be her only relative may not necessarily think the same way.
Even a fool can see that the old lady's poisoning has nothing to do with her second uncle Feng Tianhao.
"The old lady also said." Yunxiang bit her lip and looked at Feng Xingying secretly.
"Go on." Feng Xingying looked forward quietly.
"The old lady asked me to tell the young lady that you are acting too recklessly and to ask you to take the time to go back and apologize to the second master."
Apologize
Actually asking her to apologize
Feng Xingying's chest became more and more stuffy and he couldn't speak.
Even Feng Tianhao's shouts of beating and killing could not be as chilling to Feng Xingying's heart as his grandmother's words.
Perhaps, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, this is the feeling.