But, the queen bee kissed her in vain.
Feng Xingying took back the two dozen pills.
"What do you mean?" Queen Bee was about to cry.
"Lingmi." Feng Xingying stretched out his hand.
"Give it to you, give it to you, give it all to you. You are mine, of course Lingmi will take care of it!" Queen Bee reluctantly threw a small box into Feng Xingying's hand.
Feng Xingying opened it and saw that the internal structure was a honeycomb, with all kinds of high-quality spiritual honey inside. It was really amazing!
Feng Xingying put the prepared elixir back into the hands of the queen bee, and replied to her: "You are mine, so of course you have enough to take care of the beauty elixir."
"I knew you were the best. Don't disturb me. I'm going to take a beauty bath." The queen bee walked away gracefully.
This spiritual beast is really the best, more feminine than a woman. You can’t delay your beauty care, and you can’t be careless about fashion.
Feng Xingying suddenly felt that raising such a spiritual beast was more difficult than raising herself!
…
Feng Xingying didn't sleep all night, just staring and staring quietly.
But Ling Qianshang's consciousness always shrouded Qin Molin's ice coffin.
Feng Xingying could only watch from a distance and couldn't even get close.
The feeling of being able to look at but not be able to get close or touch tortured Feng Xingying's soul.
Finally at noon the next day, Ling Qianshang invited the queen bee to go out with him in a gentlemanly manner.
The two of them are both talented and beautiful, and they are both so strong. They really become popular wherever they go.
When Ling Qianshang left, Feng Xingying couldn't hold it any longer.
But she's still enduring it.
Ling Qianshang has not gone far and may come back at any time.
But Ling Chuxue's behavior made her a little intolerable!
After Ling Qianshang left, Ling Chuxue, who had finally been able to get close to Qin Molin freely, shamelessly lay on Qin Molin's ice coffin.
There was only a layer of ice between the two of them.
Her face was so close to his.
If there wasn't that layer of ice...
Feng Xingying bit his lip and gave Xigua a code.
Xigua was far away, and with a loud breath, he spat out a mouthful of flames in the direction of Ling Chuxue with all his strength.
Ling Chuxue reacted very quickly, stretched out her hand and took out her Ice Emperor Crystal Staff, and it was covered in ice.
But at this time.
Feng Xingying had returned to her original appearance. She flew forward and kicked Ling Chuxue in the back of the heart, knocking her directly from the third floor of Zuixian Building to the lobby.
Feng Xingying casually grabbed the Ice Emperor Crystal Staff in his hand before Ling Chuxue had time to react.
Afterwards, before Ling Chuxue could react and fight back, Feng Xingying, Qin Molin and Xigua disappeared at the same time.
Just entered the space.
Feng Xingying couldn't help it and vomited a mouthful of blood on Qin Molin's ice coffin.
Ling Qianshang was really powerful. He had already guessed that Feng Xingying would come to rob someone, and had already set a triggering barrier on Qin Molin's ice coffin.
Feng Xingying was already injured when she touched the ice coffin. If her space could not temporarily contain living creatures, she could forcefully bring Qin Molin in.
She may have fallen into Ling Qianshang's hands again now.
Ling Qianshang's speed was indeed astonishingly fast, and he was almost as close to Feng Xingying as the front foot and the back foot.
Feng Xingying entered the space with his front foot, and Ling Qianshang's ice and snow attack had already arrived before his men.
Feng Xingying made matters worse and was injured again.
But she was happy.
She succeeded, she successfully moved Qin Molin's ice coffin.
It's a pity that the Ice King Crystal Staff was controlled by Ling Chuxue's spiritual consciousness and failed to successfully enter the space.
After entering the space, Feng Xingying didn't even have the strength to support his body, so he just lay on Qin Molin's ice coffin, separated by an ice block from him.
Her blood, little by little, flowed out from the corners of her lips, nostrils, eyes, and ear holes, dyeing the snow-white ice crystals through.
Threads of blood flowed deeper and deeper along the veins of the ice crystals.