rumbling—
Feng Wu's small dantian has expanded a circle more than before. There is no doubt that Feng Wu has been promoted to the third-level spiritual master!
There are a total of nine levels of spiritual masters. With her current promotion speed, I am afraid... Thinking of this, a slight arc appeared on the corner of Feng Wu's mouth.
She let out a mouthful of turbid air from her white and jade-like nose, and slowly opened her eyes.
She started from zero and has been promoted to the third level. The disturbance is not ordinary. It is impossible for Jun Linyuan, who lives in the yard next door, to not realize it
Now I have to find a way to explain it to them, but thinking of Jun Linyuan's deep eyes that seem to understand everything, Feng Wu suddenly doesn't know what to do.
I just hope they don't associate her with the ugly girl.
By the way, after she is promoted, will the master also wake up
The moment she opened her eyes, her body moved, and her soul had already entered the portable space.
She hurried up and stared at the beautiful master with anticipation!
She started to cultivate, can Master Beauty be able to wake up
In the huge space, the immortal-like beauty master, the wide white robes bent around and hung down, like clouds in the blue sky.
On the face that was as rich as jade and the brilliance of the sun and the moon, the eyes that were as cold as ink and jade were still tightly closed, the white lips were elegant and faint, and there was an air of loneliness and coldness.
Fengshen is peerless, handsome and unparalleled, but still... no vitality.
so sad...
Feng Wu subconsciously covered the position of her left chest, where her heart shrank for a while, and her face was pale and shaky in pain.
"Master..."
Feng Wu knelt on one knee on the ground, her slender fingers with white onions like jade, tremblingly touched the jade-like face of the beautiful master.
The tentacles are cold, like frost.
Feng Wu took a deep breath, but couldn't restrain the suffocation in her eyes.
Seeing Master Beauty's lifeless eyes closed, falling into an endless coma, not knowing when she will wake up, Feng Wu closed her eyes tightly.
Heartache, self-blame, guilt, longing... rushed to her heart like a tide, with mixed flavors and heartache.
"Master... Why are you willing to close your eyes and not look at me? I'm your little dance—" The tears in Feng Wu's eyes rolled down and fell onto the beautiful master's clothes.
Suddenly, a rustling voice came.
Feng Wu, who was immersed in grief, suddenly woke up. She opened her spiritual eyes and stared at the position of the beautiful master's shoulder.
There, a seven-colored phoenix came out!
"Little Caifeng!" Feng Wu exclaimed excitedly, her fingers trembling!
Little Caifeng!
Feng Wu didn't know where the master found the colorful phoenix bird.
At that time, the beautiful master's pure white and lustrous face, with a smile like the warm sun, looked at his little girl tenderly and indulgently: "This little Caifeng was born to be an ancient divine bird, the only one in Jiuzhou Continent, look back. Can I be your mount?"
Ancient Divine Bird? It sounded very powerful, and the little phoenix dance nodded desperately.
Therefore, the master feeds the colorful phoenix according to the mount of the phoenix dance. In less than a year, the grayish little phoenix has grown seven beautiful tail feathers, transforming from an ugly bird into a small phoenix. The strength of her is even greater, surpassing Feng Wu by a lot, and it hit her badly.
But when Feng Wu was eight years old, the beautiful master fell into a coma, and the colorful phoenix bird disappeared. Feng Wu once thought it was gone, but did not expect it to go into a coma with the master.
(End of this chapter)