His breath sprayed hotly on her face, making her unable to breathe and almost out of breath.

But he forcefully opened her lips and penetrated her delicate cavity with his tongue.

She bit it angrily, and a stream of blood spilled from her mouth.

She resisted so much that he let her go.

Then, he said calmly: "You can go steal it."

"You..." She wanted to curse, but he suddenly said such a sentence, making her not know what to say.

Her face was as red as a cooked shrimp, and she felt very unhappy because the man had seen through everything in her heart.

Feng Jinghua stared at him for a long time.

He said calmly, "No need to thank me."

"I didn't mean to thank you." Feng Jinghua pushed him: "Do you have to get down here? Otherwise, how can I get my things?"

"Get something." When he muttered these three words in a low voice, his thin lips suddenly opened into a weird smile.

He lowered his head and looked at the woman in front of him: "Do you have a lot of things to take? Do you need me to provide you with a carriage so that your son does not have to do hard labor?"

"..." Feng Jinghua stared at Duanmu Lin speechlessly.

Feng Qianchen turned around and said with a smile: "Okay, okay."

"What a ball." Feng Jinghua lowered his head and scolded his son harshly: "Do your own thing."

"But, my mother also taught me that I should try not to do anything I can't do." Feng Qianchen looked at Feng Jinghua innocently.

Feng Jinghua raised her head and said, "Son, do you understand how to adapt to changing situations?"

"I don't know how to adapt to circumstances."

"You're an idiot."

"Mom, you gave birth to this idiot too, you can't dislike me." Feng Qianchen lowered his head and poked Feng Jinghua's arm.

I rolled my arms, then felt that the person on my body had gotten off, and the hand on my waist was loosened.

She let out a breath and pulled her son to stand up together.

"The Pill Pavilion is in the northernmost house of Luo Zongmen. The people guarding the Medicine Pavilion are two dual cultivators of sword and martial arts. One dual cultivator has reached the second level of soul master, and the other dual cultivator has reached the fourth level of martial master.

"

He stood in front of Feng Jinghua, with one hand behind his back and spoke softly.

Feng Jinghua glanced at the house to the north, and her heart trembled: "Double cultivation is fatal, and single cultivation is already very fatal."

"How bad is it?" Feng Qianchen raised his head and asked.

"For the sake of grandma, I have to break it even if it can't be broken, right?" Feng Jinghua raised her eyebrows.

Feng Qianchen nodded heavily, clenched his fists, and said, "Yes."

"Let's go." Before Feng Jinghua came to her senses, the man in front of her turned around, hugged her waist and took her flying together again.

"Wow, I can fly." Feng Qianchen looked at the house underground and exclaimed happily.

Feng Jinghua rolled her eyes at him and said, "Kick you down and see if you can still fly."

"Mom, if you kick me away, who will take care of you and make money for you in the future?"

"Who can give you a shoulder and comfort when you are broken in love? Who can act as your brother to gain sympathy from rich people and defraud them of their money?" Feng Qianchen said.

Feng Jinghua was holding the little guy like an eagle catching a chicken.

After hearing that the little guy exposed her shortcomings, her face immediately changed color, and she said viciously: "You brat, there are no rich people now, so don't use those old stories to expose my shortcomings."
Chapter completed!