After recovering from her injuries for the past two days, Feng Xingying has basically figured out what spiritual energy is, but there is no way to cultivate it yet, so she can only let it grow naturally.
Her little fireball had grown a small circle, but it was still small and pitiful, but its power obviously made Feng Xingying very satisfied.
It burned two people in just two days. It was as cruel as its owner.
It's just that the frail body of this rich young lady has been tortured a lot by Feng Xingying.
Without a method of cultivation, she could only train her body well first. Regardless of whether there is a gain with spiritual power or not, having a strong body always has many trump cards.
Especially when fighting against Feng Yuelu, Feng Xingying was even more certain that as long as she practiced the ancient martial arts from her previous life and enhanced her body and speed, she could still defeat the spirit master even if she had no spiritual power.
At least like Feng Yuelu, she can easily take care of seven or eight.
If he reaches Qin Molin's level, there is probably nothing he can do, because his spiritual power is already strong enough to imprison people with air, and Feng Xingying is unable to fight back in front of him.
"Come out." Feng Xingying, who was posing in a strange posture and forcing his body to expel impurities, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the big tree beside him.
There was someone behind the tree, she couldn't see it, but she was absolutely sure.
As soon as Feng Xingying finished speaking, he could no longer speak.
Because her lips were roughly blocked at this time, the hot tongue roughly pried open her teeth, gradually penetrated, entangled her uvula, and set her body on fire.
Feng Xingying blinked, and his long eyelashes brushed across the man's face like a small brush. The brush made him feel angry all over, and he couldn't help but hug Feng Xingying tighter, and the kiss became more focused and intense. Like a raging wave, it swept her away.
Although his skin looks as white as jade from a distance, it has a faint bronze color when viewed up close. Especially at this moment, it has an emotional reddish color that makes people want to take a bite.
The bridge of his nose was straight, and his plump and red lips were caressing Feng Xingying's lips.
With such a man in front of him, even Feng Xingying couldn't help but feel a little confused. A familiar smell, a not unpleasant feeling.
The heart wants to sink uncontrollably.
But the next moment, Feng Xingying decisively pulled out the silver hairpin from his head and stabbed it neatly into the man in front of him.
"call."
He let out a long breath, picked up Feng Xingying's slender waist, and flew up together.
Falling down again, it was already at the highest point of the roof.
As the cool breeze blew, Feng Xingying glanced at the man next to her with strange eyes. He was also looking at her. His eyes were like stars in the darkest night, shining with layers of deep light. Just one glance would make her... People fall into.
Feng Xingying's concentration was obviously good, so he turned away helplessly: "Are you sick? Are you in heat every now and then?"
She knew he had no choice but to do so.
But why do you want to find her
Qin Molin didn't answer, but looked at Feng Xingying with the corners of his lips slightly raised.
After returning to normal, he became much colder.
She detoxified him from such embarrassing poisons twice, and he cleared the meridians for her to become a spiritual practitioner.
They seemed to be even.
Qin Molin took Feng Xingying's little hand domineeringly and awkwardly stuffed small black balls into her palm.
Feng Xingying took the ball and looked it up and down. It was just a soft, elastic, black and hairless little ball. What was it used for? It can't be a toy, right
Feng Xingying looked at Qin Molin questioningly.
The corners of Qin Molin's lips curved into a perfect arc, and he couldn't help but reach out and pat Feng Xingying's little head:
"If you can succeed, I can promise you something."
"Success?" Feng Xingying looked confused. What success? A ball is not an egg, nor does it have any signs of life. What is it going to do
Unfortunately, before she could react, he made a domineering decision.
"Of course, if you can't, you have to do something for me." Qin Molin took Feng Xingying's hand and patted it gently: "The bet is established."
"Hey, I didn't agree!" Feng Xingying protested helplessly.
Unfortunately, he has disappeared.
This domineering guy is somewhat similar to the rumored King Leng. He never refuses a chance to do anything.
"Hmph, I didn't agree anyway. If I lose, I won't admit it." Feng Xingying curled his lips helplessly, and then kneaded the black ball:
"Hmph, I don't believe I can't take care of a little thing like you in a year!"