Ji Jue quietly looked at her delicate face like a flower, so beautiful that people looked up and heartbreaked.

He couldn't help but reach out and lightly sketch it on her cheek, his voice was as gentle as water, but without a trace of affection:

"Xiaoxing, why are you so good-looking? Do you know how ridiculous I am? I wish you were disfigured.

If you're disfigured, no one will rob you of me, and you'll be mine alone.

It's a pity that you are so beautiful and deserve to have better, I am a cripple and can't give you joy and happiness.

You know what? It's satisfying to see you every day.

As long as you can laugh every day, even if you want the entire Yunxi Continent, I will try to get it in my hands and send it to the palm of your hand.

If someone is bullying you, you must tell me. It doesn't matter what you think of me, it's a big brother, or a friend.

I hope I'm your most trustworthy person.

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

Without you, I'm so lonely.

With you, the Northland is full of spring. ”

It's a pity that Feng Xingying can't hear it.

Somehow, she slept so silently.

Obviously, she sleeps very well on weekdays.

When Feng Xingying woke up suddenly, although it was still the middle of the night, the bedside was quiet and picturesque, squinting and holding a white cat leaning on the wheelchair.

Everything, nothing out of the ordinary.

Feng Xingying was suspicious in his heart, but he still got up as usual, took the big red fox fur shawl hanging next to him and covered it for Ji Jue, and then tiptoed out of the tent.

She needed to get back to her space and calm down.

What happened in the past two days has been so weird.

Although she knows that people have valley and lack hope, and she also has a luster appetite, it is a very normal physiological phenomenon in medicine to dream of falling in love with someone she likes.

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

Feng Xingying sat in the space in a daze, holding the fluffy snow-white rabbit, watching Sesame magically command the trees to irrigate themselves and sprinkle new seeds all over the earth.

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

Taste it, master, this is the rice I cooked with my own hands. ”

Feng Xingying mechanically took a bite of the spiritual rice handed by Sesame.

It's amazing!

The pure spiritual power entered the body of Feng Xingying through the rice.

Feng Xingying hurriedly took the Lingmi handed by Sesame and looked at it carefully.

These spiritual rice look no different from rice, one of the staple foods common in the Yunxi Continent, but if you look closely, you will find that the spiritual rice is translucent, and there is a faint layer of lines on it.

The biggest advantage of this kind of spiritual rice is that it is not like an elixir, which is specially supplied to the spirit person.

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

Feng Xingying pinched the Lingmi, and was in a very comfortable mood.

"Master, isn't the rice made with sesame seeds delicious? Sesame can't cook, and Sesame has done its best. ”

Sesame complained silently in his heart: If it weren't for the evil Lord Lihuang Tianzun, he would have to enslave people, and people, as a dignified spirit animal, would starve to death and not cook.

Feng Xingying patted Sesame's head: No, Sesame's cooking skills are very good.

Is the cooking skill very good? But Lord Lihuang Tianzun laughed at the people fiercely.

Feng Xingying was obviously absent-minded, and she struggled to remember what she had seen in her dream and what she had been like when she woke up.

(Battlefield Literature)