Feng Zitong did not go back to the room directly, but poured back into Mo Xueyan's room. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sleeping Mo Xueyan was very quiet, Feng Zitong sat on the edge of the bed, leaned her body against the curtain pillar, and gently closed her eyes...... He whispered, "Xue Yan, is there anyone in your dream who makes you think about it?"

Feng Zitong, who closed her eyes and pondered, was surrounded by green silk, although her face was not stunning, but her whole body exuded a fatal attraction, the sunlight came in from the window, she was carrying the light, her face was immersed, and the room fell into silence......

After a while, Feng Zitong, who closed her eyes, suddenly frowned, and stood up from the head of the bed suddenly, and the tearing pain in her head made her want to pinch her head, slowly, her eyes were out of focus, but she shook her head violently, it turned out that this was ineffective, and the darkness completely buried her thoughts.

Feng Zitong squatted on the ground with his arms crossed, curled his body into a ball, and had a headache...... It hurts......

Qiansha didn't dare to come out in the space, he could only call Feng Zitong's name over and over again anxiously, he knew that there would be such a day, Zitong's soul root was damaged, in order to treat Mo Xueyan, the soul root was hit hard again, this time the onset would be more painful than the last one, thinking of this, his pupils were red, and an astringent liquid flowed out of his eye sockets, wetting his small cheeks.

Qiansha resented his uselessness, with his current strength, there was no way to hide the thousand-faced aura on his body, in order to protect Zitong's life, in order not to be discovered, he could only hide in the thousand-faced cover and watch Zitong suffer weakly, this helpless feeling was very uncomfortable.

Feng Zitong, who was squatting on the ground, could only keep roaring, and the pain in his soul was really worse than death.

Feng Zitong's big movement woke up Feng Aya and Qin Zijin in their sleep, and also alarmed the national teacher.

When the national teacher arrived, he only saw Feng Zitong curled up on the ground and roared in pain, the pain in his tone was so thick that his heart tightened for a while, out of helplessness, he had to knock Feng Zitong unconscious, gently hugged him in his arms, and walked out of the purple sand stone room where Mo Xueyan was with careful steps.

Feng Aya and Qin Zijin didn't dare to speak, it was really the cold aura emanating from the National Teacher's body that was too cautious.

The two of them could only look at Feng Zitong's pale face with red eyes.

Qin Zijin stretched his neck on his feet, looked at the back of the national teacher who was gradually moving away from their sight, tilted his head and approached in the direction of Feng Aya, and asked worriedly: "Feng Aya, master, what's wrong?"

Feng Aya lowered her eyelids, her dark eyes were faintly watery, and her tone was distressed: "I don't know, I once saw the master's illness, but it was not as serious as today, could it be that the master's illness has worsened?"

"What disease did the master have, and why did he get it?"

Hearing Qin Zijin's words, the sparkle in Feng Aya's eyes gradually dimmed, and even with a strong sense of self-blame: "The master is the soul root is seriously damaged, as for why this disease occurred, I don't know, the master was seriously injured in an attack a year ago and became ill, I only knew that the master's soul root was injured." ”

"Haven't you always been with your master, how can you not know why she is sick!"

"After the master was thrown out by Fengfu, in the past two years, I have not always followed the master, the master has been away for half a year, and because of the attack a year ago, I knew that she had this problem, I asked the master, but she has always kept silent!"

Feng Aya's voice gradually choked, and her eyes were red: "But I don't dare to deny whether this is caused by Fengfu, if it is, I will definitely make them better off than dead." ”

Qin Zijin put his hand on Feng Aya's shoulder, hooked the corners of his mouth evilly, and his eyes shone brightly: "Count me in!"

Feng Aya glanced at Qin Zijin's side face, her dim eyes were dyed with a cold aura, and she nodded firmly: "Of course!"

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The national teacher carried Feng Zitong back to his room, and then placed her on the bed, his handsome face under the white mist was sunk in the darkness, and there seemed to be a demonic silver light under his eyes, shouting to the air behind him: "Black wind!"

In the corner, a dark shadow appeared: "Master!"

"Go and find out what kind of life the little thing that lived in Fengfu two years ago every day, and by the way, find out how the little thing has come over in the past two years!"

What Feng Aya said just now reached his ears word for word, since he knew about this matter, and he was also interested in this little thing, then he had to thoroughly investigate what she had experienced in the past two years.

"Yes!" the subordinate retired. ”

For so long, the master has finally taken care of the woman, although this woman is too small, well, the master's business is not his business as a shadow guard, but if this matter is known by that group of people, I am afraid that it will startle the big teeth, thinking of this, a wicked smile appeared on the face of the black wind, and disappeared into the room without a trace of movement.

Come without a trace, go without a trace, this is the shadow guard who stays by the side of the national teacher.

Looking at Feng Zitong's pale little face, the national teacher frowned, although this girl's face is not ugly, but it can't be said how beautiful, the more she looks at it, the more she feels that it doesn't match her beautiful pupils, thinking of this, he silently opened his divine sense to investigate, and by the way, he reached out and grabbed Feng Zitong's little face, wanting to see if she was wearing a human skin mask or if she had a spiritual weapon on her body that modified her face.

It wasn't until Feng Zitong's little face was turned red, and he didn't detect the existence of any spiritual weapons, that he withdrew his mischievous hand.

The national teacher looked at Feng Zitong's red face being pulled by him, and the corners of his mouth were stiffly pulled, after living for so long, when did he ever do such an outrageous act?

Never.

This little thing always has the ability to make him do something out of the ordinary and become not like himself.

As a result, the national teacher, who has always been unsmiling, actually raised his eyebrows and smiled very happily.

No longer entangled in the problem of appearance, the national teacher who was in a good mood just sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Feng Zitong quietly, the soul root of this little thing was actually so damaged, no wonder it was so painful: "If the soul root is damaged, you dare to summon the Mirror Lotus Karma Fire Refining Medicine, little thing, how much do you want this little life of your own?"

When Feng Zitong woke up, it was already noon the next day, looking at the unfamiliar black curtain in front of her, she sat up straight from the bed with a 'swoop'.

What is this place?

"Awake?"

A magnetic and evil voice sounded in his ears, and Feng Zitong felt a thrill: "Why am I in your room?"

The national teacher sat at the table, holding a cup of steaming spiritual tea on his bony right hand, and was elegantly sipping: "Last night, someone suddenly went crazy and broke into the deity's room, almost injured the unsuspecting deity, the deity was about to fan the crazy woman out of the room with a palm, who knew that the crazy woman fell asleep directly on the deity's bed, fortunately, the deity was broad-hearted, and let the woman sleep until noon today." ”

When a certain national teacher is talking nonsense seriously, people can't find the words to refute it.

Feng Zitong slowly got off the bed, glanced at the national teacher who was drinking tea alone, and said mockingly, while walking quickly outside the house: "I didn't expect the rumored powerful and noble national teacher to be so delicate and weak and easy to push down, it seems that the rumors in the rivers and lakes are indeed misleading, I, a crazy woman, thank you for the grace of not killing and the righteousness of sacrificing the bed!"

Delicate waist is weak and easy to push down?

The face of the national teacher sank, and the cold aura around him spread inch by inch, enough to freeze the house into ice, he did not speak, only his fingers slightly turned the teacup in his hand, staring at the back of Feng Zitong leaving, there was no pleasure in his heart to play tricks, he just wanted to kill this little thing that did not know the height of the sky.

After leaving the annoying room, although Feng Zitong had tried his best to calm the anger in his heart, he still wanted to blow up the stinky man's room in the room with one palm, this man's ability to talk nonsense was quite powerful.

"Zitong, you must find a way to cure your soul root, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable!"

Qiansha's worried voice sounded in his head, Feng Zitong paused, looked at the sky where the sun was in full bloom, and a haze flashed in his ice-blue pupils: "Hmm." ”