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Feng Zitong sat cross-legged on the soft couch, calmed himself down angrily, and then closed his eyes and began to cultivate. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Opening the cells of her body, she did her best to feel the spiritual power of the mirror between heaven and earth.

In the divine sense, countless points of white light wandered in the dark sky.

How much mirror spiritual power a person can see through his divine sense represents how high her talent is.

Feng Zitong could see countless dense mirror spiritual power at any time, but because her soul root was damaged, every time she absorbed it into her body, there were very few mirror spiritual powers that could play a role in promotion.

When Mo Yanhuang came in, he saw a beautiful woman sitting in the moonlight with her eyes closed, and her face, which was perfect to the extreme, serious and cautious, had a fatal attraction to him.

Thinking of her strength in not admitting defeat and her silent appearance of being kind to the people around her, Mo Yanhuang felt that this girl was the person he wanted to get, and wanted to love and take care of for a lifetime.

But

The thought of her damaged soul root pursed his thin, perfectly condensed lips together.

She has to find a way to make the little thing accept him completely, so that she will be willing to accept his help.

Otherwise, the little thing would not have listened to him well.

Thinking of this, he gently put the food in his hand on the table, and then ~

Turn around and leave.

Feng Zitong didn't notice that there were any guests in the room, she was trying to purify the mirror spiritual power that poured into her body, and then kneaded them into dots with her spiritual power, and she was leading these dots into the dantian.

This time, she absorbed a lot of mirror spiritual power, and she was unwilling to give up until her soul was torn and painful.

Calculating the time, it only lasted less than two hours.

Although the time is getting longer, the effect is not significant.

I opened my eyes and looked out the window, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and it seemed that it was getting late.

Feng Zitong got down from the soft couch and happened to see the simple but good-looking exquisite meals on the table.

She raised her eyebrows and touched her hungry belly, but she didn't expect Mo Yanhuang to be quite caring.

Forget it, you can't grieve your stomach.

So she sat down and ate her meal.

Outside the window, a towering pink pear tree swayed with the wind, and on the dense branches of flowers, watching Feng Zitong eat with relish, Mo Yanhuang smiled with satisfaction.

Just sitting and looking at her like this, he felt that even if he looked at her like this for the rest of his life, he would be happy and happy.

But more than that, it is to want to possess her completely.

Early the next morning

Feng Zitong got up when she was not old, and after a brief wash, she turned around the verandah, and she came to the pink pear tree outside the window of her room.

After two days of observation, only the pink pear tree outside the room where she lived was the oldest, the tallest, and the most luxuriant in the entire temple.

Standing under the pink pear tree, let go of the body and take a deep breath, the fresh and elegant floral fragrance lingering on the tip of the nose is instantly refreshing, and at that moment, it seems to drive away all the fatigue of the body and mind.

She opened her eyes, a slight smile on her cheeks, which had returned to a delicate face.

She also seems to like this kind of pink pear tree that blooms all year round but does not bear fruit, and she didn't know what the fragrance on Mo Yanhuang's body tasted like before, but now she knows.

It's the taste of this pink pear blossom.

Without much thought, she sat down under the tree and began a long day of cultivation.

Next, there will definitely be a big move in Fengfu, and the family of Silent Yunqing is not the master of stopping, if she doesn't practice hard, someone will find her desperately.

Cultivation is also to have the ability to protect the people around you.

Therefore, for some people, staying at home and practicing for a day is boring, but for Feng Zitong, it is not easy to have a day of free time to cultivate.

Every time Feng Zitong returns to reality from the meditation, it will always be a meal, and there will always be someone next to her to present a meal.

This time, when I came back to reality, I was already a child, and there was still a steaming meal next to me.

She thought, is Mo Yanhuang observing her at any time?

There will always be a perfect gift in front of her when she needs something, she just wants to pick thorns, and she can't seem to pick anything.

Picking up the meal and starting to feast, Feng Zitong thought while eating~

Mo Yanhuang, a man, is cold and noble, mysterious and powerful in everyone's eyes, but in front of her, he is always treacherous and domineering, and considerate.

Even if she stabbed him unceremoniously, he would still rush to her.

This made her feel a little helpless, and her sometimes uncontrollable beating heart made her feel panicked and repulsed.

After thinking about it, the meal was almost solved, put down the dishes and chopsticks, she got up, climbed directly into the room through the window, washed up, and lay down on the bed.

'Zitong, Mo Yanhuang is really good to you. ’

The voice of a thousand brakes rang in my head at the right time.

Feng Zitong looked at the carvings on the roof with his eyes, and said in his heart: "If you want to talk, go to Lianyue, I'll sleep, good night." ’

Seeing that she didn't want to talk about Mo Yanhuang, Qiansha turned her head sideways and glanced at Lianyue, who was cultivating at any time, and raised her eyebrows, Okay, he is not interesting to himself, since this is the case, sleep!