"Don't do it."

Feng Xingying ruthlessly refused

No, don't do it?

The sword spirit was almost pissed off by her.

"What did you say?!" Old Mrs. Jianling was angry: "Do you know what you missed? Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know" Feng Xingying answered very honestly, with a sincere expression on his face.

She didn't lie, she really didn't know.

Jian Ling was very sad: "Do you know how many people cried and begged me as their teacher? There were two of them with nine-star qualifications, and I wouldn't dump them."

"A hero will not mention his courage." Feng Xingying said lightly.

OK, very good, she successfully hurt her.

Feng Xingying immediately received an unexpected punishment, that was that he was nagging for an hour by the sword spirit.

Feng Xingying just sat beside the watermelon to practice, just thinking that the nagging was background music.

She also knew other people's lives in her previous life. She often heard the patients, the parents and grandparents who accompanied them constantly chatting about their younger generations, but the young people interrupted them impatiently and were unwilling to listen to their chatting.

For such people, the evil-interesting miracle doctor Feng Xingying will be more ruthless when taking the needle, so that they can taste the pain.

It’s really a guy who doesn’t know how blessed you are. Some people talk about how happy it is. Some people want it for life, but they can’t ask for it. For example, Feng Xingying himself.

Including Feng Xingying in this world, her grandmother seemed to be kind to her, but she never said too much to her. She usually said something to her.

Feng Xingying didn't expect that the feeling of being nagged that she wanted to experience would be here.

Although the old lady Jianling did say a little more, it is obvious that her feelings for Xihuang Sword and the Divine Phoenix Clan have penetrated into the bones.

Since Feng Xingying is the owner of Xihuang Sword and is the descendant of the pure bloodline of the Divine Phoenix Clan she recognized, she naturally treats Feng Xingying as her own relative.

The nagging is not nutritious, but a few reminders will unconsciously come out, reminding Feng Xingying of the details in the process of practicing and using spiritual power, as well as the selection of spiritual beasts.

"You are lucky. This turtle is not bad. Although it cannot evolve into Xuanwu, it still has a strange bloodline in its body. It is good at fusion and can actually merge your divine phoenix blood. If you are not afraid of killing it, you can try to drop another drop of essence and blood on its head."

Feng Xingying looked at Xigua hesitantly. As the owner, she could feel that the watermelon's current situation was not so easy, and even a little painful.

Listening to the tone of the sword spirit, her Feng Xingying's blood actually has the effect of the blood of the divine beast?

If it continues to stimulate, is it really OK?

At this moment, the watermelon firmly raised its turtle head and looked at Feng Xingying beggingly.

It wants.

Feng Xingying gritted her teeth: "Since it is your choice, I respect you."

Feng Xingying carefully forced out a drop of essence and blood containing spiritual power.

"Boom!" The watermelon's whole body was burning.

"Is it really okay?" Feng Xingying's face worried.

"Everyone's growth is accompanied by pain and challenges, even death, and the monster is no exception." The tone of the sword spirit is full of seriousness and seriousness:

"In the past, the children of our Divine Phoenix Clan had to endure the most painful cultivation since childhood. Even if they were to be refined, we had to continue to do it with ruthlessness. Otherwise, the entire Divine Phoenix Clan would become history."
Chapter completed!