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Chapter 7 Who is the little bastard?

When Feng Yuelu woke up the next day, she saw the doctor shook his head helplessly:

"Miss Five's wound was infused with fire spirit power. Generally, drugs may only heal the wound, but cannot remove the scars. Unless you can get the Tianjing Jade Pill. Otherwise."

"What else?" Feng Yuelu was anxious: "I don't care. You are a doctor, you must cure me."

"It's not that I don't do my best. If there is no Tianjing Jade Pill, it's hard to save the gods. Fortunately, the wound is not deep and will not affect the body."

"What should I do with my face?" Feng Yuelu's eyes were filled with deep resentment.

Feng Yuelu also knew that spiritual power was hurt. If there was no Tianjing Yurong Pill, which was hard to find in the gods, she would have been disfigured for life. When she attacked Feng Xingying yesterday, she calculated this point, but she didn't expect that retribution would come so quickly.

No, she was unwilling to give up, she didn't believe it.

She is also a third-level spiritist. Yesterday, she was just sneak attacked by Feng Xingying in the main house and didn't have time to use her spiritual power.

Today, she must find the place back.

Since she has already broken her face, she either dies or lives, she doesn't have to pretend to be a good sister.

Star Phoenix Garden.

"Feng Xingying, get out of Feng Xingying!" Feng Yuelu's voice was full of anger.

Feng Xingying twitched slightly and pushed open the door.

What greeted her was a black soft whip, which shook the star shadow face.

Feng Xingying's shadow was like agile raccoon cat, flashing to the side. The whip was thrown on the exquisite wooden door, making a harsh clicking sound.

"Little bastard, dare to hide?" Feng Yuelu was furious, showing her fierce attitude, and was about to rush up again with a whip.

Feng Xingying was the most timid in the past. Feng Yuelu could see clearly that every time Feng Yuexian whipped her, she became honest.

She has been pretending to be a good person for so long, and she also wants to learn how to use a whip to suck people. Anyway, Feng Xingying is a waste, so it's better to suck her while her grandmother is away.

Feng Yuelu did not hold back at all, and she wished she could slash Feng Xingying's face with a whip.

Unexpectedly, Feng Xingying raised his hand and grabbed Feng Yuelu's whip in the air.

Feng Yuelu can't pull out this whip.

Because at this moment she was covering her right wrist and screaming, the whip was lying on Feng Xingying's hand.

Feng Yuelu didn't even figure out what she had given birth, and her wrist was already sucked.

Feng Xingying held a whip in his hand and looked at Feng Yuelu with a smile.

"Little bastard, you dare!" Feng Yuelu saw Feng Xingying still taking action, and shouted loudly: "Just as a waste, you dare to touch me?"

"Bang!"

The Fengxing Shadow whip fell, accompanied by Feng Yuelu screams.

"Who do you think of is a little bastard?" Feng Xingying was yi whip again.

"You, you dare to hit me? Ah!"

"I'll ask you again, who are you talking about?" Feng Xingying just slapped down. "Is it fun to draw people? I think it's so good."

Feng Yuelu was in great pain and wanted to hide.

But somehow, Feng Xingying's whip seemed to have eyes, and it fell to the pain every time it fell, but it didn't fall to the hands, face, etc. where the eyes could see it.

She is a third-level spirit, unlike ordinary people. Even the new spirits are able to communicate the power of elements for themselves, and their abilities are much stronger than ordinary people.

However, Feng Yuelu wanted to summon the earth spiritual power she was good at, but she felt that her spiritual energy was scattered and she could not summon it at all.

yi whip, two whip, three whip

"Say, who is the little bastard?" Feng Xingying whipped a few whips and asked patiently.

At the beginning, Feng Yuelu was still stubborn, and then she was sobbed that she shut up obediently, but Feng Xingying did not intend to let her go.

If this continues, she will be beaten to death!

Feng Yuelu was in a state of unbearable pain. After Feng Xingying asked again, she had to respond quickly: "I, it's me."
Chapter completed!
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