The queen bee worked hard to learn all kinds of things about humans, and secretly followed Feng Xingying to study, but she was still as tough as a spiritual beast in her heart.
Therefore, in the queen bee's world view, it is normal for a woman to push down a man, not to mention that her master is so domineering, powerful and extraordinary.
Well, the cold king Qin Molin was more domineering and powerful before, and the master did not dare to push him.
But isn't King Leng getting weaker now? Why didn't the master seize the opportunity
What the queen bee said was a bit explicit, but it made sense.
Yunxiang listened excitedly and didn't dare to interrupt, but Lihuang Tianzun's idea coincided with the queen bee:
"I, Lihuang Tianzun, have been proud all my life. When did I accept you as a useless disciple? It seems that I am too kind to you as a teacher.
Get out of here right now and deal with that Qin Mo, or else, you will go back to space and give you a one-year special training for your master, which will definitely be unforgettable for you. "
Listening to Lihuang Tianzun's cold tone, Feng Xingying felt a little scared. Her master's special training was really not something a normal person could endure. Even if Feng Xingying is an abnormal person, she can't survive it!
Especially the master, she is a strange creature who makes choices based on her mood. If this makes her dissatisfied, and she will give you special training, you will be able to lose a layer of your skin in a day, let alone a year.
Between being tortured by his master and torturing Qin Mo, Feng Xingying happily chose the latter.
"Master, don't worry, this disciple will definitely complete the mission!" Feng Xingying was completely speechless with this group of guys who had a broken outlook on life.
And Feng Xingying is a person who respects her master at heart. Since she promised her master, she will naturally do it.
It was already late at night, but Feng Xingying still gritted his teeth and walked to Qin Mo's door.
To knock or not to knock
Feng Xingying bit his lip, his heart pounding, ready to knock.
"Squeak."
The door opened, revealing a familiar but gentle face.
It's Qin Mo.
"Why are you standing at the door and not coming in?"
"Me, me." You can't say that I'm here to push you down, right
Feng Xingying rolled his eyes and made an excuse: "I have just advanced to the Spiritual Emperor level, and I would like to ask you for some insights on the cultivation of the Innate Realm. They say that the Innate Realm can communicate with heaven and earth. Why can't I feel spiritual power?"
"Because this space has a powerful formation that blocks everyone's ability to absorb spiritual energy." Qin Mo opened his mouth, then looked at Feng Xingying's face and chuckled:
"Should we just stand at the door and talk? Let's come in. Qin thinks he has good self-control and will not be disrespectful to you."
But I have no self-control!
Feng Xingying wailed in his heart and followed Qin Mo into the house.
Especially the sound of the door closing made Feng Xingying feel a little embarrassed.
Although the living conditions in the Divine Phoenix Realm are primitive, there are many magical and convenient daily necessities, such as the sensor lamp in Qin Mo's room. It only needs to be exposed to the sun during the day to store a lot of energy. For example, if a small moon is hung, it will use soft light to Light up the room.
Qin Mo was sitting opposite Feng Xingying, and the two of them raised their heads almost at the same time and looked at each other's face.
Looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, Feng Xingying couldn't help but stretched out her hand and brushed his face:
"Qin Molin, are you back? Do you know that I miss you very much."
He said nothing and let Feng Xingying's little hand touch his face irregularly.
He raised his head calmly and looked at her quietly, the heat in his eyes was real.
"Actually, it doesn't matter, you are you. I said no matter what you become, we must stay together.
If you lose your memory, we'll start over. If you regain your memory, we will move forward with the memory together. "Feng Xingying's voice was very weak, but clear and firm.