"No, I don't. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Feng Xingying ruthlessly refused

No, don't do it?

The sword spirit was almost broken by her anger.

"What did you say?!" the old lady of the sword spirit was angry, "Do you know what you missed? Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know ......" Feng Xingying replied very honestly, with a sincere expression.

She's not lying, she really doesn't know.

The sword spirit was very sad: "Do you know how many people cried and begged to worship me as a teacher back then, and there were also two nine-star qualifications, and I didn't dump them." ”

"The heroes don't mention the courage of the year. Feng Xingying dropped a sentence lightly.

Well, well, she managed to hurt her.

Feng Xingying immediately received an unexpected punishment - that is, being nagged by the sword spirit for an hour.

Feng Xingying just sat beside the watermelon and cultivated, just thinking that chatter was background music.

In her previous life, she would also have learned about other people's lives, and often heard that the parents and grandparents who accompanied her in the patients kept chattering about the younger generations, but the young people interrupted them impatiently, unwilling to listen to their chatter.

For such people, the evil taste of the divine doctor Feng Xingying will be more ruthless when he gives the needle, so that they can taste the bitterness.

It's really a group of guys who are born in happiness and don't know how blessed it is, some people talk about what a happy thing it is, and some people want it all their lives, but they can't ask for it. For example, Feng Xingying himself.

Including Feng Xingying in this life, her grandmother seems to be kind to her, but she never says too much to her, and usually sends her a sentence.

Feng Xingying didn't expect that the feeling of being nagged that she had always wanted to experience would be here.

Although the old lady of the sword spirit did say a little more, it was obvious that her feelings for the Xihuang Sword and the Shenhuang clan had been deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

Since Feng Xingying is the owner of the Xihuang Sword, she is the descendant of the pure bloodline of the Shenhuang clan that she recognizes, so she naturally treats Feng Xingying as her own descendant.

There is no nutrition for the chatter, but a few reminders will unconsciously pop up, reminding the details of the cultivation and application of Feng Xingying's spiritual power. There is also the selection of spirit animals.

"You are lucky, this turtle is not bad, although it can't evolve to Xuanwu, but it still has a strange bloodline in its body, it is good at fusion, and it can actually fuse your divine phoenix blood, if you are not afraid to play it to death, you can try to drop a drop of essence blood on its head." ”

Feng Xingying looked at the watermelon hesitantly, as the owner, she could feel that the situation of the watermelon was not so easy now, and even a little painful.

Listening to the tone of the sword spirit, the blood of her star shadow actually has the effect of the blood of the divine beast?

If it is stimulated any longer, is it really possible?

At this moment, the watermelon firmly lifted its turtle head and looked at Feng Xingying pleadingly.

It wants.

Feng Xingying gritted his teeth: "Since it is your choice, I respect you." ”

Feng Xingying carefully forced out a drop of essence blood containing spiritual power.

"Boom!" the watermelon's entire body burned.

"It, is it really okay?" Feng Xingying looked worried.

"Everyone's growth is accompanied by pain and challenges, even death, and Warcraft is no exception. The sword spirit's tone was full of seriousness and seriousness:

"In the past, the children of our Shenhuang clan had to endure the most painful cultivation since they were young, even if it was refining to death, we had to do it ruthlessly. Otherwise, the entire Shenhuang clan will become history. ”

"Phoenix Nirvana. Feng Xingying finally understood the meaning of this sentence a little.