When Feng Yuelu woke up the next day, he saw the doctor shaking his head helplessly:

"Fifth Miss's injury was infused with fire spiritual power, and I am afraid that ordinary medicine can only heal the wound, but it cannot remove the scar. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info unless you can get a piece of Tianjing Jade Rong Dan. Otherwise......"

"Otherwise?" Feng Yuelu was anxious: "I don't care, you are a doctor, you must cure me." ”

"It's not that I don't do my best, if there is no Tianjing Jade Rong Dan, it will be difficult for the gods to be saved. Fortunately, the wound is not deep and will not affect the body. ”

"What about my face?" Feng Yuelu showed deep resentment in his eyes.

Feng Yuelu didn't know that she was injured by spiritual power, if she didn't have the Tianjing Jade Rong Dan, which was hard to find by immortals, she would have to be disfigured for the rest of her life. When she attacked Feng Xingying yesterday, she calculated this accurately, but she didn't expect the retribution to come so quickly.

No, she is unwilling, she does not believe.

She is still a third-order spirit, and yesterday in the main house, she was just attacked by the Sealed Star Shadow, and she didn't have time to use her spiritual power.

Today, she must find her way back.

Now that she has torn her face, either you die or I live, and she doesn't have to pretend to be a good sister.

……

Star Garden.

"Feng Xingying, Feng Xingying, get out of here!" Feng Yuelu's voice was full of anger.

The corners of Feng Xingying's mouth twitched slightly, and he pushed open the door.

She was greeted by a black soft leather whip, which slashed her head and face and sealed the door of the Star Shadow Face.

Like an agile tanuki, Feng Xingying flashed aside, and the whip flung against the delicate wooden door, making a piercing click.

"Little bastard, dare to hide?!" Feng Yuelu was furious, her fierce attitude was revealed, and she was about to rush up with a whip.

In the past, Feng Xingying was the most timid, and Feng Yuelu understood that every time Feng Yuexian whipped her, she was honest.

She has been pretending to be a good person for so long, and at this time she also wants to learn the feeling of whipping people, anyway, Feng Xingying is a waste, and it is good to take advantage of her grandmother's absence, so it's good to whip her out.

Feng Yuelu didn't spare the slightest hand, eager to smash Feng Xingying's face with a whip.

Who knew that as soon as Feng Xingying raised his hand, he snatched Feng Yuelu's whip into the air.

This whip, Feng Yuelu can't pull it out.

Because at this moment, she was holding her right wrist and screaming, and the leather whip was nesting in Feng Xingying's hand.

Feng Yuelu didn't even figure out what was going on, and her wrist had already been pumped.

Feng Xingying held the leather whip in his hand and looked at Feng Yuelu with a smile.

"Little bastard, you dare!" Feng Yuelu saw that Feng Xingying was about to make a move, and shouted: "Just because of your waste, you dare to touch me?"

"Smack!"

Feng Xingying's whip fell, accompanied by Feng Yuelu's screams.

"Who do you say little bastard?" Feng Xingying was another whip.

"You, you still dare to hit me?ah!"

"Let me ask you again, who are you talking about little bastard?" Feng Xingying just snorted his head and face. "Isn't it fun to smoke people? I think it's average. ”

Feng Yuelu was in a lot of pain and wanted to hide.

But somehow, Feng Xingying's whip seemed to have eyes, and every time it fell on the sore spot, it didn't fall on the hand, face, or other places that could be seen at a glance.

She was a third-order spirit, different from ordinary people. Even the spirit who has just entered us, because he can communicate the power of the elements for his own use, has a much stronger ability than ordinary people.

However, Feng Yuelu wanted to summon the earth spiritual power she was good at, but she felt that the spiritual energy in her body collapsed, and she couldn't summon it at all.

One whip, two whips, three whips......

"Say, who is the little bastard?" Feng Xingying asked patiently after a few whips.

At the beginning, Feng Yuelu was still hard-mouthed, and then she was pumped to shut up obediently, but Feng Xingying had no intention of letting her go.

If she continues like this, she will be sucked to death!

Feng Yuelu was in unbearable pain, and under Feng Xingying's questioning, she had to respond hurriedly: "I, it's me." ”

"What about you? I don't hear clearly. ”