Suddenly, I saw a very large black round cylinder in the woods.
Still a few meters away, I heard bubbles bubbling in the round tank.
The further you walk in, the more you smell a very strong smell, which makes people feel pungent when they smell it.
I walked to the round cylinder, looked at the pitch black inside, and then refused to listen to the rolling bubbles.
"What did you do to her?"
She walked outside again and questioned Mo Xinghun.
"Reshape it."
Mo Xinghun finished the grilled fish in just a moment, and still had some unfinished food.
"Should I still eat this tomorrow?"
He smiled, stretched out his fingers, and wiped his lips.
"good!"
Feng Qingying nodded, and then asked, "How long will it take for her to recover?"
"It will take at least a month."
Mo Xinghun slowly stretched out a finger.
"Um!"
Feng Qingying nodded, walked to the side and sat down against the tree trunk.
Mo Xinghun picked a very thick tree, jumped up easily, and leaned on the trunk.
After a while, Feng Qingqing heard his slight snoring.
Already asleep
Feng Qingying was confused for a while. She stood in front of the round cylinder again and looked at it carefully.
Apart from the increasingly pungent smell, there was only the sound of gurgling.
Apart from that, there is nothing else.
She also walked under another tree and began to meditate, first practicing the inner strength and mental method.
Although there is no spiritual energy here and her spells cannot be cast, she can practice inner strength and mental skills.
Of course, in a place where such spells are flying all over the sky, it is of no use.
but! !
After all, you can catch rabbits and the like very quickly here.
As a result, Feng Qingqing also began to slowly practice his mental skills.
It is strange to say that in this place without spiritual energy, it is still very fast when practicing internal skills and mental methods, which makes Feng Qingying unbelievable.
But no matter how fast the speed of cultivation is, it can't compare with the speed of Mo Xinghun's eating.
After eating fish for four or five days in a row, he became a little tired of it, but with Feng Qingqing's current ability, he still couldn't satisfy his appetite.
Then, Feng Qingqing saw him again and took out a bow and arrow somewhere.
It was still made of the kind of Nether Black Iron. It was completely black, but it had a murderous edge.
Just looking at it makes one's heart feel gloomy.
Is he Tinkerbell
Why do you take out one thing now and another thing the next
The round cylinder that Qingsang was soaked in before, and the suspicious gas inside the cylinder.
"What do you think I'm doing? I don't want to kill people and seize treasures, do I?"
Mo Xinghun looked at her, and then hugged his chest tightly with both hands.
“…”
Feng Qingying rolled his eyes at him and let him experience it slowly. He picked up the Netherworld Black Iron Bow and Arrow and walked outside.
Go hunt rabbits for him! !
What's going on? This guy is so different from the plot.
What's going on?
Feng Qingying had a lot of things that she couldn't figure out, so she chose to be indifferent.
Just like this a month passed.
(End of chapter)