Kurtou became so popular that he decided to go on the battle himself.

Go down the pastry.

Well, it's delicious, really delicious, is it still there?

etc!

He can't be so unpromising, and cannot be bought by stuttering.

The dead wood man squinted his eyes and spoke in a pretentious manner: "The way to make this pastry is unique, and it has its own advantages and advantages of my Lianer."

Sesame widened her eyes and looked at the Taoist Kumu. Her little eyes were so realistic, as if she was saying: Uncle, if you tell a lie, you will be struck by lightning.

Qin Molin was very satisfied with the performance of sesame and also gave him a piece of pastry.

Well, there is something delicious, let you go for the time being. Sesame squints her eyes and enjoys eating.

The dead wood person has a little troublesome, so he can only find face in another way:

"I said that Qin Zong has such a high vision, why did he find a vulgar fan? It turned out that it was because she had good cooking skills. I really don't understand your young life. Alas, I'm old and can't keep up with the times."

"The vulgar pastry that makes the pastry is the maid of Fengxing Yingjia.

Everyone has different divisions of labor, especially since the spirits have limited youth, they should not be wasted on these unnecessary things. I, Qin Molin, cannot afford to support the servants. My woman does not need to practice the rough work of washing and cooking." Qin Molin chuckled, and his face was doting.

It was not until they met Qin Molin. Have you ever seen him show such an expression?

The dead wood man was speechless when he was uttering, and he didn't say anything else about his little princess Nangong Yulian.

He understood that Feng Xingying, the beauty, was poisonous, and Qin Molin was deeply poisoned and could not help.

He suddenly expected that there would be some accidents in the soul realm that were rare in a century.

How great would it be if Feng Xingying’s soul was damaged or could never wake up?

After Feng Xingying felt the stinging pain on his head, he opened his eyes again, and the eyes were very different.

This is a primitive forest. Unlike the Warcraft Forest of Yunxi Da 6, the surrounding scenery is more ancient and there are many precious spiritual plants.

Unfortunately, this is a illusion, and things cannot be taken out, so Feng Xingying can only regret the sound.

"Master, where is this?" Xigua stretched out her claws, her body became bigger, bigger, and moderate. She just sat down on Fengxingying and stopped growing bigger.

It knew that Feng Xingying didn't like too big ones. This was just right, and she could carry Feng Xingying forward without being disliked.

Unexpectedly, Feng Xingying took pictures of the red and green turtle skin: "Can you still get smaller? The smaller the better."

"Ah? Master, don't want to ride the mount?" Xiguayi's face was confused.

"No need for the time being." Feng Xingying shook his head: "Don't come out to make trouble at the critical moment."

"Oh." Xigua has always been obedient, and obediently turned into half the size of a palm, and got into Feng Xingying's pocket.

Feng Xingying smiled on her face.

Although I didn't understand the rules of the soul realm in advance, I could roughly guess that there would be no peace here.

The threat comes not only from the illusion itself, but also from the people who are trying with her.

The illusion of the royal family's Nangong family, maybe you will encounter something that you don't want to see.

Hiding the third-level spirit beast of Xigua gives people the illusion that she has no spirit beast, and it is also a trump card left by Feng Xingying for herself.

What's more, since she is a training, she also wants to try her strength.
Chapter completed!