Feng Xingying felt that his body was completely frozen, and his soul seemed to be trembling.
She knew she was going to die.
As a miracle doctor, she certainly knows the symptoms of Jiuyin Juemui attacks.
A person with Jiuyin Juemian will be growing the cold energy that helps her every day of her life. Until one day, the person's vitality cannot resist the cold energy and will be taken away by the cold energy.
Nine years old is the limit.
But Feng Xingying is now fifteen years old, which means that her Nine Yin Cold Qi has reached a terrifying level.
No wonder the magic ants in the ant nest are scared and stay away.
Feng Xingying's rapid practice recently was not just due to the elixirs and qualifications, but also because the fire spirit power in her body had been accumulating against the nine-yin cold energy.
Now, these fire spiritual powers were drained away by Feng Xingying, and her body suddenly became no different from that of a mortal. Jiuyin Juemian could naturally take the opportunity to cause chaos.
This attack also came with great momentum.
There is no cure!
She could hear Yunxiang's cry, and she could also feel Yunxiang's weak body temperature desperately trying to warm her.
Feng Xingying could do nothing but wait for death quietly.
This feeling is really, really not good at all.
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It starts with Feng Xingying entering the cave.
Ji Jue reached out and summoned a huge crystal mirror.
This kind of mirror is the proud work of the Qi Sect. It is said that each mirror is worth tens of thousands of gold.
As long as a lead of the Lingxi Mirror is placed on a person, the Lingxi Mirror can follow this person and transmit all her images back.
At this time, the target of this telepathic mirror is Feng Xingying.
Feng Yuelu and the people under Jue Gongzi all opened their eyes wide, watching how Feng Xingying thrived in the ant nest.
Until Yunxiang entered the cave and Feng Xingying was still holding on without any spiritual strength, Feng Yuelu finally laughed out loud:
"Idiot, do you really think she can break through the anthill with her little strength?"
Young Master Jue's subordinates were all so angry that their eyes were wide open. Feng Xingying and Yunxiang's master-servant friendship had touched them, and Feng Xingying's strength and wisdom also impressed them.
In the world of adventurers, those who admire are always the strong and brave.
Feng Yuelu, a woman, dared to laugh at the brave man just because the captain doted on her.
This time, even Young Master Jue was a little dissatisfied. He snorted and shook his head: "No, I believe she can get through the ant nest."
Just as he was talking, Feng Xingying was already frozen into ice.
Feng Yuelu curled her lips disdainfully, disapprovingly.
Ji Jue shook her head, her bright red lips slightly opened, and she spoke in a orchid-like voice:
"If she hadn't been trying to protect that maid, she might have successfully escaped. Such a friendly person is worthy of my respect."
"Brother Jue? Are you blaming me?" Feng Yuelu's eyes were watery and she was about to burst into tears.
A coquettish smile appeared on Ji Jue's face, and she shook her head slightly:
"How could it happen? Don't worry, I will never blame you. But, I feel sorry for you. Your biggest loss is that you have lost a sister who you can depend on for life and death."
Feng Yuelu was fascinated by Ji Jue's beautiful and picturesque face at this moment, and couldn't help but want to get close to his face.
Such a perfect and powerful man is now at her mercy and willing to be her subordinate. This feeling is really wonderful.
The white cat that had been sleeping peacefully in Ji Jue's arms suddenly opened its dark yellow pupils and suddenly raised its claws, leaving a bloody claw mark on Feng Yuelu's face.