Ji Jue looked at her beautiful face as beautiful as a flower, so beautiful that it made people look up to her and heartbreaking.

He couldn't help but stretch out his hand and gently outlined it on her cheek. His voice was as gentle as water, but without a trace of love:

"Xiaoxing, why do you look so beautiful? Do you know how ridiculous I am? I actually hope you can be disfigured.

If you are disfigured, no one will rob you from me, you belong to me alone.

It’s a pity that you are so beautiful and should have something better. I am a disabled person and cannot give you happiness and happiness.

Do you know? I am very satisfied to see you every day.

As long as you can laugh every day, even if you want the entire Yunxi 6, I will try my best to get it and give it to your palm.

If someone bullies you, you must tell me. No matter how you think of me, it is your elder brother or a friend.

I hope that I am the most trustworthy person you are.

I have no father or mother, you are my only relative.

I am so lonely without you.

With you, the north is filled with spring.”

Unfortunately, Feng Xingying can't hear it.

Somehow, she actually slept so quietly.

She obviously sleeps very clearly on weekdays.

When Feng Xingying woke up suddenly, although it was still midnight, Ji Jue, who was quietly leaning on the wheelchair with his white cat squinting his eyes.

Everything is nothing unusual.

Feng Xingying was suspicious, but he still got up as usual. He took the big red fox-haired shawl hanging next to him and covered it with Ji Jue, and then tiptoed out of the tent.

She needs to go back to her space and be calm.

These two natural things are so weird.

Although she knew that people had hope for food and sex, she accidentally dreamed of loving people she liked, which is a very normal physiological phenomenon in medicine.

But she is like this every night, and it is embarrassing to say it out.

Feng Xingying sat blankly in the space, holding the furry snow-white rabbit, watching the sesame magically directing the trees to irrigate themselves, sprinkling new seeds all over the earth.

Sesame also said to Feng Xingying proudly: "Master, the space has abundant spiritual power. The growth of the spiritual rice here is dozens of times that of the outside, and it will only take a few days to mature.

Master, please try it, this is the rice I cooked with my own hands.”

Feng Xingying mechanically produced the spiritual rice handed over the sesame seeds and took a casual bite.

Very amazing!

Jingchun's spiritual power enters Feng Xingying's body through rice.

Feng Xingying quickly took the Lingmi handed over to the sesame and watched carefully.

These spiritual rice look no different from rice, one of the common staple foods of Yunxi Da 6. However, if you look closely, you will see that the spiritual rice is translucent and has a light pattern on it.

The biggest advantage of such spiritual rice is that it is not specifically supplied to spiritualists like elixirs.

This kind of spiritual rice can also be eaten by ordinary people, especially for children, which can increase intelligence, oh no, increase spiritual potential.

Feng Xingying was in a very comfortable mood while pinching Lingmi.

"Master? Is the food made by sesame not delicious? Sesame can't cook, and Sesame has tried its best."

Zhima silently complained in her heart: If it weren't for the evil Lord Lihuang Tianzun who insisted on enslaving others, as a dignified spirit beast, they would not cook if they starve to death.

Feng Xingying took pictures of Sesame's head: No, Sesame's cooking skills are very good.

Is the cooking skill good? But Lord Li Huang Tianzun laughed at him fiercely.

Feng Xingying was obviously absent-minded, and she tried hard to recall the situation in her dream and the strangeness after waking up.

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