At the age of fifteen, he is already a seventh-level soul master and will soon enter the stage of great soul master.

Being a great soul master means that she will have more resources to practice, she can also enter the sect's Dongtian Mansion to practice in seclusion, and she will be guided by sword soul masters at the level of the sect's soul master.

A daughter's achievement is her mother's aura.

Didn't Bai Yuanxiang gain the respect of the elders of the sect precisely because Luo Jingrou had cultivated to the level of a great soul master?

Su Ru quickly came out of the room and closed the door. When she turned around, she couldn't help but frown.

Probably because Luo Xiangyang was unhappy for not punishing Feng Jinghua, he even walked with hatred.

At this time, Feng Qianchen showed his head from the other corner and looked at Suru who waddled out of the courtyard.

A cold chill flashed across his eyes, and he snorted secretly, thinking to himself: Bitch, who is the bitch?

Turning around, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes moved rapidly, thinking about how to deal with Luo Jinglian.

Suddenly, he bent down and picked up the small snowballs. These small snowballs were made of frozen pebbles.

They are very hard and if used to attack people, they will not be able to kill them at all.

But if he uses the special skill of "drawing stones to kill" that his mother taught him, then this little snowball can be used as his weapon.

He stood on the same spot and practiced repeatedly several times. At first, it was a bit reluctant to use this body to show his strengths, but after playing a few more times, he was able to use this body to bounce the small snowball far away.

"Split!" The winter plum tree planted in the yard was split into two pieces by a small snowball.

He turned back and looked at the plum blossom branch that had fallen on the ground, and his handsome face showed a smile.

Today, he is not trying to kill Luo Jinglian with this little snowball in his hand, but he is trying to make Luo Jinglian understand one thing - [How a bitch is made]

He bent down and picked up a snowball made of snow again. The snowball was only as big as his little little finger.

For him, this is enough.

He raised his head and looked up at the half-open window.

He jumped on his toes, put his hands on the window, and climbed up with difficulty.

This body's hands were weak, and after a while it became soft when placed on the window sill. He secretly shouted: Life is short, hard work is victory, the goal is ahead, and there are many mountains of gold and silver ahead.

With his efforts, he finally leaned half of his body against the window, and at a glance, he saw the pink-themed boudoir.

A faint fragrance overflowed from the room. It was the fragrance of plum blossoms blooming in the yard. It smelled particularly pleasant, with a sweet but not greasy feeling.

However, he also smelled the "scent of money" in this room.

The pink gauze curtain flew up, and the box of jewelry placed on the dressing table bloomed in front of Feng Qianchen.

Feng Qianchen's eyes widened with a "greedy" expression on his face.

Wow! Such a big deal, they must be real pearls.

At this time, a cough called his soul back.

He immediately turned back to look at Luo Jinglian who was lying on the bed through the gauze curtain.

After Luo Jinglian was carried back, her body began to heat up. After taking the medicine, she fell asleep, so she didn't feel that anyone was prying at her or her personal belongings.

Feng Qianchen showed a sinister smile and shouted: "Ah..."

Luo Jinglian was about to fall asleep, but she heard a ghostly scream coming from the direction of the window. She was immediately awakened, sat up, and shouted with caution: "Who?"

"Dear, it's me!" Feng Qianchen's little face showed a cute smile, and the smile looked harmless and innocent. At the age of fifteen, he was already a seventh-level soul master, and he would soon enter the stage of a great soul master.

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Being a great soul master means that she will have more resources to practice, she can also enter the sect's Dongtian Mansion to practice in seclusion, and she will be guided by sword soul masters at the level of the sect's soul master.

A daughter's achievement is her mother's aura.

Didn't Bai Yuanxiang gain the respect of the elders of the sect precisely because Luo Jingrou had cultivated to the level of a great soul master?

Su Ru quickly came out of the room and closed the door. When she turned around, she couldn't help but frown.

Probably because Luo Xiangyang was unhappy for not punishing Feng Jinghua, he even walked with hatred.

At this time, Feng Qianchen showed his head from the other corner and looked at Suru who waddled out of the courtyard.

A cold chill flashed across his eyes, and he snorted secretly, thinking to himself: Bitch, who is the bitch?

Turning around, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes moved rapidly, thinking about how to deal with Luo Jinglian.

Suddenly, he bent down and picked up the small snowballs. These small snowballs were made of frozen pebbles.

They are very hard and if used to attack people, they will not be able to kill them at all.

But if he uses the special skill of "drawing stones to kill" that his mother taught him, then this little snowball can be used as his weapon.

He stood on the same spot and practiced repeatedly several times. At first, it was a bit reluctant to use this body to show his strengths, but after playing a few more times, he was able to use this body to bounce the small snowball far away.

"Split!" The winter plum tree planted in the yard was split into two pieces by a small snowball.

He turned back and looked at the plum blossom branch that had fallen on the ground, and his handsome face showed a smile.

Today, he is not trying to kill Luo Jinglian with this little snowball in his hand, but he is trying to make Luo Jinglian understand one thing - [How a bitch is made]

He bent down and picked up a snowball made of snow again. The snowball was only as big as his little little finger.

For him, this is enough.

He raised his head and looked up at the half-open window.

He jumped on his toes, put his hands on the window, and climbed up with difficulty.

This body's hands were weak, and after a while it became soft when placed on the window sill. He secretly shouted: Life is short, hard work is victory, the goal is ahead, and there are many mountains of gold and silver ahead.

With his efforts, he finally leaned half of his body against the window, and at a glance, he saw the pink-themed boudoir.

A faint fragrance overflowed from the room. It was the fragrance of plum blossoms blooming in the yard. It smelled particularly pleasant, with a sweet but not greasy feeling.

However, he also smelled the "scent of money" in this room.

The pink gauze curtain flew up, and the box of jewelry placed on the dressing table bloomed in front of Feng Qianchen.

Feng Qianchen's eyes widened with a "greedy" expression on his face.

Wow! Such a big deal, they must be real pearls.

At this time, a cough called his soul back.

He immediately turned back to look at Luo Jinglian who was lying on the bed through the gauze curtain.

After Luo Jinglian was carried back, her body began to heat up. After taking the medicine, she fell asleep, so she didn't feel that anyone was prying at her or her personal belongings.

Feng Qianchen showed a sinister smile and shouted: "Ah..."

Luo Jinglian was about to fall asleep, but she heard a ghostly scream coming from the direction of the window. She was immediately awakened, sat up, and shouted with caution: "Who?"
Chapter completed!