Kumu was furious and decided to go into battle himself.
Take a bite of pastry.
Well, it’s delicious. It’s delicious. Is there any more
etc!
He can't be so worthless and can't be bribed by a bite of food.
Kumuren squinted his eyes and said in a pretentious tone: "The method of making this pastry is quite unique. It is different from my Lian'er's."
Zhima's eyes widened and he looked at Taoist Kumu eagerly. His eyes were so lifelike, as if he was saying: Uncle, if you tell lies, you will be struck by lightning.
Qin Molin was very satisfied with Sesame's performance and rewarded him with a piece of cake.
Well, there's something delicious. I'll let you go for now. Sesame narrowed her eyes, eating with a look of enjoyment.
The dead wood man was a little embarrassed, so he had to find another way to save face:
"I said that Qin Zong has such high vision, why did he find a vulgar fan? It turns out that it is because of her good cooking skills. I really don't understand your young life more and more. Hey, you are old and can't keep up with the times. .”
"That vulgar pastry maker is the maid of Feng Xingying's family.
Everyone has a different division of labor, especially spiritual people whose youth is limited and should not be wasted on such meaningless things. It's not like I, Qin Molin, can't afford to support my servants, my woman doesn't need to practice menial tasks like washing and cooking. "Qin Molin chuckled, with a doting look on his face.
They had not known Qin Molin for a day. Have they ever seen him show such an expression
Kumuren was speechless for a moment, and he didn't say anything more about his little princess Nangong Yulian.
He finally understood that the beauty Feng Xingying was poisonous, and Qin Molin was deeply poisoned and there was no cure.
He suddenly expected that some rare accident would happen in the soul realm.
How great would it be if Feng Xingying's soul was injured or he could never wake up
…
After Feng Xingying felt a stinging pain in his head, he opened his eyes again. What he saw was completely different.
This is a large primitive forest. Different from the Warcraft Forest in Yunxi Continent, the surrounding scenery and trees are more primitive, and there are many precious spiritual plants.
Unfortunately, this is an illusion, and things cannot be taken out, so Feng Xingying can only express regret.
"Master, where are we?" Xigua stretched out his paws, and his body grew larger and larger until it reached a moderate size. He just sat down and Feng Xingying was alone, and then stopped growing bigger.
It knew that Feng Xingying didn't like those who were too big. This is just right, you can carry Feng Xingying forward without being disliked.
Unexpectedly, Feng Xingying patted the red and green turtle skin: "Can you still become smaller? The smaller, the better."
"Ah? Master, don't you want the mount?" Xigua looked confused.
"No need for now." Feng Xingying shook his head: "Don't come out to cause trouble until the critical moment."
"Oh." The watermelon has always been obedient, and it obediently turned into half the size of a hand and slipped into Feng Xingying's pocket.
A smile appeared on Feng Xingying's face.
Although he didn't know the rules of the soul realm in advance, Feng Xingying could roughly guess that there would be no peace here.
The threat comes not only from the illusion itself, but also from the people who are trialing with her.
In the fantasy world of the royal family Nangong, you might encounter someone you don’t want to see.
Hiding Watermelon, a third-level spirit beast, gave people the illusion that she didn't have a spirit beast with her. It was also a trump card that Feng Xingying kept for herself.
What's more, since it was an experience, she also wanted to test her own strength.
Feng Xingying didn't know much about other aspects of the soul trial. There was only one thing: you could experience the real feeling of death for free, but you wouldn't really die.