Ji Jue quietly looked at her flower-like face, so beautiful that it made people look up to her, but also heartbroken.
He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and gently traced her cheek. His voice was as gentle as water, but without any trace of emotion:
"Xiao Xing, why do you have to be so good-looking? Do you know how ridiculous I am? I actually want you to be disfigured.
If you are disfigured, no one will snatch you from me, and you will belong to me alone.
It's a pity that you are so beautiful and deserve better. I am a cripple and cannot give you happiness and happiness.
do you know? I am very satisfied if I can see you every day.
As long as you can smile every day, even if you want the entire Yunxi Continent, I will work hard to get it and deliver it to your palm.
If someone bullies you, you must tell me. No matter what you think of me, I am still a big brother or a friend.
I all hope that I am the most trustworthy person for you.
I have no father or mother, you are my only relative.
I feel so lonely without you.
With you, the Northland is full of spring. "
Unfortunately, Feng Xingying couldn't hear it.
She didn't know why she slept so peacefully.
She obviously sleeps very clearly on weekdays.
When Feng Xingying suddenly woke up, even though it was still midnight, beside the bed was Ji Jue, who was quiet and picturesque, holding a white cat and leaning on a wheelchair with narrow eyes.
Everything is nothing unusual.
Feng Xingying was suspicious, but he still got up, took the red fox fur shawl hanging next to him and covered Ji Jue, then tiptoed out of the tent.
She needed to go back to her own space to calm down.
What happened in the past two days was so weird.
Although she knows that everyone has food and sex, and dreams about having sex with the person they like, it is a normal physiological phenomenon in medicine.
But she does this every night, and it's embarrassing to tell her.
Feng Xingying sat blankly in the space, holding the fluffy snow-white rabbit, watching Sesame magically direct the trees to irrigate themselves and spread new seeds all over the earth.
Zhima proudly said to Feng Xingying: "Master, the space is full of spiritual energy. The spiritual rice here grows dozens of times faster than outside, and it only takes a few days to mature.
Master, please try it. This is rice cooked by me. "
Feng Xingying mechanically picked up the spiritual rice handed over by Zhima and took a casual bite.
It’s amazing!
The pure spiritual power entered Feng Xingying's body through the rice.
Feng Xingying quickly took the spiritual rice from Zhima and watched it carefully.
These spiritual rice look no different from rice, one of the common staple foods in Yunxi Continent, but if you look closely, you will find that the spiritual rice is translucent, with a layer of faint lines on it.
The biggest advantage of this kind of spiritual rice is that it is not specially supplied to spiritual people like elixirs.
This kind of spiritual rice can also be eaten by ordinary people, especially children. It can increase intelligence, oh no, increase spiritual power potential.
Feng Xingying squeezed Lingmi and felt very comfortable.
"Master? Is the rice cooked by Sesame not delicious? Sesame can't cook, but Sesame has tried his best."
Zhima silently complained in his heart: If the evil Lord Lihuang Tianzun hadn't insisted on enslaving him, as a dignified spiritual beast, he would starve to death without cooking.
Feng Xingying patted Zhima on the head: No, Zhima's cooking skills are very good.
Are you good at cooking? But Lord Lihuang Tianzun laughed at him severely.
Feng Xingying was obviously absent-minded. She tried hard to recall the situation in her dream and the strangeness after waking up.