Feng Wu's eyes are so trusting—
Feng Xun stared at Feng Wu for a while, and finally nodded, holding the bottle of concoction and leaving.
"Miss, are you really going to take a look? Is it really okay?" Qiu Ling was a little worried.
After all, that is Princess Feng.
"The medicine will cure the disease." Feng Wu is very confident.
In fact, Feng Wu is really busy.
She's drawing an array diagram.
The house next door to Fangge's hometown, Mr. Fang has already transferred to her, so Feng Wu decided to make use of the mineral vein under this house.
Simply dig out the spirit stone? She doesn't think this is the best way.
Feng Wu decided to build a cultivation formation on the basis of the mineral veins. With her current strength, she can build a master-level spirit gathering formation. At that time, whether it is Xiao Qi or Qiu Ling, they will get twice the result with half the effort.
Feng Wu inspected the surrounding terrain, and she decided to practice a small Taiyi Immortal Diagram Formation.
So this whole night, Feng Wu was concentrating on drawing the design drawings, every stroke and every painting was accurate and unbiased!
Qiuling went in and out, either with hot Quling tea or hot towels.
Because when the phoenix dance was painting, the aura was very seriously depleted, and the hot sweat kept coming out.
It has to be wiped off before the sweat rolls off, or it will fall on the blueprints and be lost.
This is what Feng Wu explained before.
Qiu Ling looked at her fifth young lady.
Usually, don't look at her sometimes hilarious smile, relaxed and comfortable, acting when she should act, and cowardly when she should, but once she gets serious, she will really work hard.
Now she is in a realm that is difficult to describe in words. The brush in her hand constantly outlines the essence of the formation. Every stroke and every painting is depleting her spiritual power.
In fact, her spiritual power has already been exhausted, and she is struggling to support it with high-grade Lingshi and Qu Lingcha.
Looking at the pieces of high-grade spirit stones that were broken into powder, looking at the Qu Ling tea that was consumed in one gulp, and watching my young lady's lips turn white and cold sweat dripping from the overdraft of her spiritual power—
Qiu Ling was very distressed.
But she knew that she could not disturb, let alone persuade her.
At this time, the young lady of her own family is a stubborn one, and if she is interrupted without completing the work, she will have a temper.
I don't know when this picture will be drawn...
Qiu Ling leaned against the door, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and quietly accompanied Feng Wu.
The dewdrops in the deep night gradually became thicker.
The darkest night before dawn has passed, and a fish maw white has appeared in the east.
The dawn is beginning to penetrate, and it is orange.
Feng Wu finally put down the brush in her hand—
"Miss-"
Qiu Ling timely brought the hot towel that had been prepared for a long time.
Feng Wu covered her face with a warm thick towel, and the heat smoked her eyelashes, moisturizing it.
Feng Wu glanced at Qiu Ling: "Hot towels are scalded with Quling tea, and you can do it too."
After Feng Wu's eyes were nourished by the aura of Qu Lingcha, they soon regained the clarity and clarity of water.
Qiu Ling hurriedly caught the hot towel and took a pair of soft and moderately soft shoes for Feng Wu to put on.
Feng Wu's shoes are all made by Qiu Ling according to the length and thickness of her feet, and they are very comfortable.
"Qiuling, it's great to have you. If I don't have you, your master, I don't know how to live." Feng Wu was served comfortably.
Qiu Ling smiled gently: "Miss is someone who does big things, so I can only do these little things."
(End of this chapter)