In the past two days of recovery, Feng Xingying has basically figured out what spiritual energy is, but there is no way to practice, so she can only let it grow naturally.

Her little fireball grew up in a small circle, but it was still pitiful, but its power obviously satisfied Feng Xingying.

Two people were burned in just two days, and they were really as cruel as its owner.

However, the weak body of this daughter was a little bit troubled by Feng Xingying.

Without the method of cultivation, she can only train her physical fitness first. Regardless of whether there is a boost to spiritual power, she always has multiple trump cards with a strong body.

Especially when fighting Feng Yuelu, Feng Xingying is even more sure that as long as she practices the ancient martial arts of her previous life and strengthens her physique, even if she does not have spiritual power, she can defeat the spirits.

At least she could clean up seven or eight of them at will.

If he reaches Qin Molin's level, there is probably nothing he can do, because his spiritual power is so powerful that he can imprison people with air, and Feng Xingying has no power to fight back in front of him.

"Come out." Feng Xingying, who was posing in a strange position and forcing his body to discharge impurities, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the big tree next to her.

There was someone behind the tree, but she couldn't see it, but she was very sure.

Feng Xingying could no longer speak as soon as she finished speaking.

Because her lips were already blocked roughly by someone at this time, the hot tongue brutally pried open her teeth, gradually penetrated, wrapped around her little tongue, and ignited her body.

Feng Xingying blinked, and her long eye feathers brushed through the man's face like a small brush. He made him angry all over his body. He couldn't help but hug Feng Xingying tighter and kiss more attentively, and strongly. Like a surging wave, sweeping her across.

Although his skin looked white and jade from a distance, it looked a little light bronze, especially at this moment, it was even more emotionally red, which made people want to bite it.

His nose was tilted, and his rosy and plump lips were covering Feng Xingying's lips in vain.

With such a manly color ahead, even Feng Xingying couldn't help but feel a sudden sense of familiarity, not annoying.

The heart, uncontrollably wants to sink.

However, in the next moment, Feng Xingying decisively pulled out the silver hairpin from his head and tugged it neatly on the man in front of him.

"call."

He let out a long sigh, took Feng Xingying's slender waist, and flew up.

It fell again, and it was already the highest point of the roof.

The cool breeze blew, and Feng Xingying looked at the man beside her with strange eyes. He was also looking at her. His eyes were like the stars in the darkest night, flashing with layers of deep light. Just the eyes would make people fall into it.

Feng Xingying's concentration was obviously good, so she turned her head helplessly: "Are you sick? You are in love every now and then?"

She knew he had no choice.

But why do you want to find her?

Qin Molin did not answer, but looked at Feng Xingying with a slightly raised corner of his lips.

He was much colder after returning to normal.

She twice relieved such an embarrassing poison for him, and he cleared her meridians for her to obtain the qualification of a spiritual practitioner to practice.

They seemed to be even.

Qin Molin pulled Feng Xingying's little hand domineeringly and awkwardly stuffed the pitch-black balls into her palms.

Feng Xingying took the ball and looked up and down. The left was just a soft ball with a little Q-bomb, and the whole body was dark and hairless. What was it done? It wasn't it a toy, right?

Feng Xingying looked at Qin Molin inquiringly.

Qin Molin's lips curled up with a perfect curve, and he couldn't help but reach out and patted Feng Xingying's little head:

"If you can succeed, I can promise you something."

"Success?" Feng Xingying looked confused. What success? A ball is not an egg, and there is no sign of life. What is he going to do?

Unfortunately, before she could react, he made the decision domineeringly.

"Of course, if you can't, you have to do something for me." Qin Molin pulled Feng Xingying's hand and patted it gently: "The bet is established."

"Hey, I didn't agree!" Feng Xingying protested helplessly.

Unfortunately, he has no shadow.

This domineering guy is somewhat similar to the rumored Leng Wang, and he doesn't give anyone a chance to refuse anything he does.

"Hmph, I didn't agree anyway. If I lose, I won't accept it." Feng Xingying curled his lips helplessly, and then rubbed the black ball:
Chapter completed!