"Wait for me, I haven't rested enough. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "I was just beaten up by a group of mothers-in-law, and I finally escaped, and he hasn't rested and felt comfortable, so he's leaving."

The fat man feels very tired!

Brother Long raised his hand and made a bow gesture above his head, without turning his head back, and said, "Then you can rest slowly, let's go first." ”

"Fuck off, uncle!" When the fat man's round body ran down the stairs, it was like a rolling ball, which was very funny.

After finding an inn where they could stay, the four of them stayed here temporarily, after all, it was late, and the night in the photogenic Zhongzhou was not suitable for hurrying, at least judging from the strength of Feng Zitong and the three of them, they were resolutely unable to rush at night.

So, under Feng Chenhao's persuasion, Feng Zitong decided to stay overnight.

Night

Feng Zitong didn't stay in the room obediently, and after the inn closed, she asked Qiansha to sneak out of the city with her, find a secluded place, and start using the Spirit Array to cultivate.

"Hmm... Well... Ahhh Hate, you... You... Oh... No... Don't—" The woman's coquettish gasps came from not far away.

"Hehehe, little goblin, your body is more honest than your mouth~" followed by the man's low voice panting.

Feng Zitong's movements stiffened suddenly.

She hurriedly used her divine sense to contact Qiansha: "Qiansha, quickly cover my breath." ”

Qiansha did so with a wicked smile: "Hahahaha!!"

And then... He burst out laughing directly in the space.

Zitong's embarrassed and eager voice just now was really funny.

Feng Zitong exhaled a long breath, fortunately, the two junglers were too attentive and didn't notice her existence, otherwise it would be even more embarrassing.

However, even so, Feng Zitong couldn't meditate and cultivate here.

Twenty minutes later

"Ling'er, five days later, the battle for the strongest in the city began, and I got the news that the person who won the championship could get a Soul Grass. After the incident, the two of them nestled together, looking at the night sky and chatting.

The delicate voice of the woman named Ling'er was full of excitement: "Are you serious, Brother Han?"

The man laughed lowly: "Of course it's serious, Ling'er, don't worry, I will definitely win the championship and get the Soul Grass for you to repair your damaged muscles and veins." ”

Ling'er happily put her red lips on the man's face, kissed it violently, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Brother Han, when I repair my muscles, I will go to Moi's slut for revenge as soon as possible!!"

The man pinched Ling'er's nose and said dotingly, "It's good if you're happy." ”

It's just that there is a cold light in those eyes.

Feng Zitong pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a sneer, which was really strange.

In ancient times, the women in the boudoir were all conservative, and the female ring was engraved in the mind like a brand, and the woman who did not have before marriage not only had to keep a safe distance from the man, but also absolutely ensured that she was perfect on the night of the cave room.

But this woman named Ling'er not only came out in the middle of the night to fight with men, but also put the word slut on her lips, it seems that she is a green tea bitch.

She is a person from the Chinese Empire, and her thinking is not conservative, but this Ling'er gives her the feeling that she is a prodigal red dust woman, which makes her a little disgusted.

And this man is not a good bird.

It's just, the Soul Grass...

The name of this herb sounds so familiar...

Thinking about it, Feng Zitong's thoughts drifted back to before.

It seems that when she was a child, she listened to the master explain this pearl of medicinal materials, and at that time, she was only four years old~