Mrs. Yan looked at Yan Yan helplessly.
Does she want to praise the phoenix dance? Doesn't she want to praise her daughter? But the problem is that you, Yan Yan, must have something to be praised for, right
Mrs. Yan looked up and down, left and right, back and forth, looking at Yan Yan, the more she looked, the more she felt that she was useless, the more she looked, the more she frowned and shook her head.
Yan Yan couldn't stand it: "Mother, what kind of eyes are you looking at?"
Mrs. Yan: "Hey, tell me, apart from cultivating, what comparison do you have with Miss Feng?"
Yan Yan was extremely depressed: "Mother, dare I be so useless in your heart? Didn't you hate Feng Wu before, and thought she was arrogant and powerful, and proud of her life?"
Mrs. Yan said angrily: "People who have no confidence are arrogant and arrogant, which is really annoying, but she has this capital, people are arrogant and righteous, what can you do?"
Yan Yan stomped her feet angrily: "Are you still my mother?!"
"Because it's your own mother, that's why you're telling the truth." Mrs. Yan rubbed her brows. "You feel your conscience and ask yourself, besides being born well, what else do you have?"
Yan Yan: "!!!" It's really her mother!
"Although Miss Feng is not good at cultivation, she has found another way, and her future is still bright. Even if you don't look at this, just because she saved us a few times, you shouldn't treat others like that, and treat her with respect in the future. , Do you know?" Mrs. Yan stared at Yan Yan, "I'm still busy with your little aunt, don't make trouble for me."
Hearing this, Yan Yan was immediately excited. She grabbed Mrs. Yan's hand and said, "Mother, is that girl really sent by Aunt Chu? Damn it! I would have killed her before I knew it!"
Mrs. Yan sneered: "Can she escape this time?"
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The voices of Mrs. Yan and Yan Yan drifted away.
At this moment, in the tent, Feng Wu listened to Mrs. Yan's words and shook her head with a wry smile. I didn't expect Mrs. Yan to be able to praise her, which was really unexpected.
Shaking her head, after clearing these thoughts, Feng Wu decided to start treating Mrs. Ning with Dragon Spirit Tongue Grass.
The sap of the dragon spirit tongue grass is green and dripping, and the fragrance of the phoenix dance is fragrant.
"Feed her and take it." Feng Wu instructed Mammy Qu lightly.
Madam Qu hurriedly stepped forward and fed Madam Ning one tablespoon by one tablespoon.
Feng Xun stared at Feng Wu nervously: "Is my little aunt okay?"
Feng Wu took her little tiger cub from Feng Xun's hand, and said slowly: "Mrs. Ning will wake up in a quarter of an hour, but she is now weak, her spiritual energy is severely depleted, and her deficiency cannot be replenished, so she feeds some liquids. Food, such as white porridge, is fine, and I will come to see her tomorrow."
With that said, Feng Wu left with her little tiger cub.
Feng Wu, this little tiger cub, is very thin and small, probably because it was born in less than a month. It has still closed its eyes and smashed its mouth. It looks very innocent.
"Hey, little tiger?" When Feng Wu and Qiu Ling went back, the beautiful lady was sitting bored and doing embroidery. She saw the cute little tiger in Feng Wu's hand, and the beautiful eyes. Immediately bright.
Feng Wu said: "This little guy has just been born for an hour. After her mother died, I cut it out. If I didn't find it at that time, its little life would be gone."
Listening to Feng Wu's words, the beauty's mother suddenly overflowed with maternal love, and felt very distressed for the little tiger boy, and hurriedly stretched out her slender hand to pick it up.
The little tiger boy turned over his palm-sized body, his belly was facing up, and his two small paws were placed beside his cheeks. He slept so cutely that everyone was melted by its cuteness.
(End of this chapter)