Chapter 188: Pastry 3
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Take a bite of pastry down.
Well, it's delicious, it's delicious, and is there anything else?
Wait a minute!
He can't be so unproductive, he can't be bought with a bite to eat.
The deadwood man squinted his eyes and pretended to speak profoundly: "The production method of this pastry is unique, and it has its own advantages from my family's lotus children. ”
Sesame's eyes widened, and he looked at the dead wood Taoist, and his little eyes were very realistic, as if he was saying: Uncle, if you tell a lie, you will be thundered by the sky.
Qin Molin was very satisfied with Sesame's performance and rewarded him with a piece of pastry.
Well, there's something delicious, so I'll let you go for now. Sesame narrowed her eyes and enjoyed eating.
The deadwood man's face was a little unbearable, so he could only find face in another way:
"I said that Qin Zong's vision is so high, why did he find a vulgar fan, it turned out that she was good at cooking. I really don't understand your young life more and more, hey, I'm old, I can't keep up with the times. ”
"The vulgar fan who makes pastries is the maid of the Fengxing Shadow family.
Everyone has a different division of labor, especially the limited youth of the spirit, and should not be wasted on these meaningless things. It's not that I, Qin Molin, can't afford to support my subordinates, my woman, I don't need to practice the rough work of laundry and cooking. Qin Molin chuckled, with a doting face.
They had not been with Qin Molin for a day, how could they have ever seen him show such an expression?
The deadwood man was speechless for a while, and he didn't say anything about his little princess Nangong Yulian again.
He can understand that Feng Xingying, a beauty, is poisonous, and Qin Molin has been deeply poisoned, and there is no cure.
He suddenly expected that something would happen in the soul realm that was rare in a hundred years.
How good would it be if the soul of the Sealed Star Shadow was wounded, or if he could never wake up?
……
Feng Xingying opened his eyes again after feeling a tingling pain in his head, and his eyes were very different.
This is a primeval forest, different from the Warcraft Forest in Yunxi Continent, the surrounding scenery and trees are more quaint, and there are many cherished spiritual plants.
It's a pity that this is an illusion, and things can't be taken out, and Feng Xingying can only regret it.
"Master, where is this?" The watermelon stretched out its paws, and its body became larger, larger, and more moderate, and after just sitting down to seal the star shadow, it did not continue to grow larger.
It knew that Feng Xingying didn't like to be too big. This is just right, you can carry the Feng Xingying forward, and you will not be disliked.
Who knew that Feng Xingying patted the red and green turtle skin: "Can you still get smaller? ”
"Huh, doesn't the master want to mount?"
"Not for now. Feng Xingying shook his head: "Don't come out to make trouble until the critical moment." ”
"Oh. The watermelon has always been obedient, and it obediently became half the size of a palm and burrowed into the pocket of Feng Xingying.
A smile appeared on Feng Xingying's face.
Although he didn't know any soul realm rules in advance, Feng Xingying could roughly guess that it would definitely not be peaceful here.
The threat comes not only from the illusion itself, but also from the people with whom she is trying.
The illusion of the royal Nangong family, maybe you will encounter something you don't want to see.
Hiding the third-order spirit beast of watermelon gives people the illusion that she did not bring a spirit beast, and it is also a hole card left by Feng Xingying for herself.
What's more, since it is an experience, she also wants to try her strength.
The other aspects of the Soul Trial are not very clear to Feng Xingying, but there is only one point: that is, you can experience the true feeling of death for free here, but you will not really die.