Feng Xingying spoke only after almost everyone gathered in front of her.

"Marceal Cleansing Pill Yi Pill, only exchange it and not sell it."

"What do the girl want to change?" Someone immediately responded.

"I personally, my maid, her name is Yunxiang." Feng Xingying knew that Feng Yuelu was ready, so could she have no choice?

“Are there any portraits?”

"Yes." Feng Xingying took out the portrait she had prepared, but the simple drawing she used showed both the appearance and charm of Yun Xiang.

Looking at the silly smile in the painting, as if calling for a lady, Feng Xingying felt heartbroken.

Although Yunxiang was an orphan she picked up from the roadside when she was a child, she was very loyal. She suffered a lot with the incompetent original owner and was often bullied by other slaves of the Feng family.

But she never blamed Feng Xingying. After Feng Xingying disappeared, the huge Feng family, except for grandmother who went out to do business, was only Yun Xiangyi who was worried about her.

At the moment when he was held by Yunxiang, Feng Xingying's cold heart had already recognized her, her relatives, not her servants.

Not to mention the yi marrow-cleaning pill, even if she took out all her pills for Yunxiang's life, Feng Xingying was willing to do so.

Feng Xingying controls people's hearts very accurately, and the marrow-cleaning pill is enough to make a small adventure group work hard for her.

She didn't allow Feng Yuelu's little power to resist an adventure group.

Unexpectedly, after the portrait of Yunxiang was unfolded, these adventurers seemed to have seen a ghost and shook their heads and left.

In front of Feng Xingying, there were only a piece of wooden signs left in a deserted place, and they were instantly empty?

Feng Xingying's eyes narrowed.

It seems that this time, she underestimated Feng Yuelu's methods.

What kind of backer can she find?

The forces that can make adventurers fear are probably not simple. At least the prince of Dali Kingdom, Nangong Chu, cannot do it.

Feng Xingying was not anxious, but just kept waiting quietly.

Since Feng Yuelu left a book to invite her, she would definitely appear.

"Smack it."

The person who should come finally came.

He sat in a wheelchair in red, with long waist down, beautiful facial features, slightly raised lips with a few charming and enchanting faces, and his face was even more beautiful than Feng Xingying.

The only thing that did not match his temperament was the snow-white and fat cat in his arms. Fortunately, Feng Xing's film medicine is skillful, he also recognized that it was a cat.

The cat has reached a certain level of fatness, and its figure is bigger than a leopard like a leopard. It is snow-white all over. It shrinks into a ball and curls up on the legs of a man in red, and it looks like a big pillow.

Behind him, the person pushing the wheelchair was Feng Yuelu, who had a slutty face.

Feng Yuelu did not wear a veil, and her face, which was forcibly destroyed by Feng Xingying, had completely recovered.

She must not have the ability to communicate with the medical skills of Feng Xingying, but the only explanation is Tianjing Yurong Pill!

The man looked up and down at Feng Xingying, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Feng Xingying also looked at him, but he was recalling in his mind, why does this person look so familiar?

"You ruined Lu'er's face?" His voice was very gentle. He was obviously a questioning, but it looked like a gentle gust of wind.

"So what?" Feng Xingying raised his eyebrows.

"Do you know that she is my Ji Jue's person? If you dare to touch me, have you thought about how to die?"

Feng Xingying didn't answer, just stared at him quietly.

He is very strong, and his prestige among adventurers is obviously also very strong.

"Brother Jue, you have to make the decision for me. Feng Xingying always bullies me in the Feng family because she is beautiful. Look, she whipped it with a whip! I was covered in injuries.

If it weren't for meeting Brother Jue, no one would know that I was killed by her."

Feng Yuelu's eyes were full of mist, she lifted up her sleeves, exposed half of her forearm, and showed exaggerated whip marks.

Feng Xingying shook her head helplessly, her acting skills were too poor.

After so many days, with Feng Yuelu's spirit physique, the whip was just a skin injury, and it would not leave scars in two days. Can it remain until now?

Even if you pretend to be her, you can't be more dedicated. How difficult is it to get a real whip mark?
Chapter completed!