Feng Ning looked at the man lying on the ground, with the wounds on his body swollen by blisters and purple bruises, and suddenly realized that the monk was actually as fragile as a human.

I was like this in my last life, I died unconscious, right? Although she doesn't have that memory, she can imagine how helpless and melancholy her soul will be when she dies.

The qiē in front of him made Feng Ning feel irritable, but he couldn't leave it alone, and walked quickly to the edge of the waterhole, far away, out of sight and out of mind.

The water in the pool is transparent, like a silver mirror, so that people can clearly see the figure reflected on the water surface.

Slender body, moonlit clothes, black hair hanging behind him, palm-sized face.

Feng Ning stared straight, the face reflected on the water, I couldn't believe it, that face was obviously what she looked like in her previous life, but her facial features were more refined, her skin was much more tender, and she looked a lot younger.

The forehead, nose, and mouth were condensed from top to bottom, touching everywhere, the breeze blew, and the shadows on the water surface swayed slightly.

I couldn't believe it, but I was very happy, her appearance has changed back to the appearance of her previous life, does it mean that it is possible to return to the original world?

"Wind condensation?" The sound of the fog pulled Feng Ning back to reality, "Do you want to come over and rest for a while?" ”

"I'm not tired." Feng Ning squatted down and lightly brushed his fingers across the water, "Misty breath, how did you recognize me the day we left the Lingshan Sect?" ”

"What?" Mist's eyes widened and he looked at Feng Ning, as if he didn't understand the meaning of her words.

Feng Ning rubbed his forehead in pain, "I mean, there is such a big difference in my appearance before and after, how did you recognize me?" ”

"Recognition among monks depends mainly on divine sense." Misty breath inhaled hard, revealing a very enjoyable expression, "And you have a unique smell on your body, except for the Imperial Ancestor, only you have this kind of smell." ”

"Really?" Feng Ning sniffed on himself, and there was no smell?

The previous face was beautiful, but Feng Ning always had a feeling of using other people's faces, which was particularly unreal, and it was best to use his own face.

"Don't you think it's strange that my appearance has changed so much?"

"Won't the appearance change after the first baby?" Misty blinked and looked at Feng Ning, "But most of the monks are getting more and more beautiful, and few people have turned themselves into well, you like this"

Uh, girl, you don't have to be so honest

Feng Ning was full of black lines on his face, and he felt that his head hurt even more, but the reincarnation of heaven has its own reason, and there are some things that can't be figured out, so don't drill the horns, and when the time comes, you will naturally know the answer.

Feng Ning jumped onto a tree, squinted his eyes, and fell asleep in a daze.

In his sleep, he was woken up by a noise.

The male cultivator lying on the ground hissed, I don't know if it was because of a nightmare or because of the pain of the wound.

The mist was also awakened, and ran to the side of the male cultivator, trying to hold down his struggling limbs, but the disparity in strength was useless.

Feng Ning sighed, one mist was enough for her to worry about, and now there was another one

Turned over and jumped off the tree, fell to the side of the two, waved his right hand, urged the spiritual power, restrained the male cultivator with a ribbon, and the world gradually quieted down.

After half a cup of tea, the male cultivator's eyes slowly opened.

"Who are you?"

"The one who saved you." Feng Ning held the sword and looked at him coldly, she didn't ignore the vigilance and killing intent in the man's eyes.

"How do you feel? Is there anything else that is uncomfortable? Misty asked with concern.

"It's fine." The male cultivator smiled gently at the mist.

"Now that you're okay, we're leaving." Wind condensation pulls up the mist.

The male cultivator's acting skills are really good, and he deceived the fog, but he couldn't hide it from Feng Ning's eyes.

The face is soft, but the smile does not reach the bottom of the eyes. It's very similar to those second ancestors who loved to play tricks in their previous lives.

When I am interested in you, I can't wait to hold all the good things in front of you; When he has played enough, you will know that people's faces can become so fast and so hateful

This kind of person is the best at deceiving little girls who are not deeply involved in the world. The daughter of the teacher in her previous life met this kind of person, and finally suffered from depression and committed suicide

"My injuries aren't healed yet." The male cultivator showed a painful expression, knowing that there was no breakthrough in Feng Ning, so he looked at the mist with clear eyes, "Can you take me with you?" ”

"Nope." Feng Ning refused without hesitation.

"Why?"

The male cultivator's eyebrows and eyes were born well, and after he woke up, his skin gradually returned to blood, although it was still a broken garment, but there was a noble temperament on his body.

Down-and-out and noble, these two extremes of temperament are blended together, but it is more attractive.

"There's no why."

Feng Ning's appetite has been nourished by Yu Changshu, and this kind of Cheng dù can't surprise her.

"You hate me?" The male cultivator said affirmatively, with hurt feelings in his eyes, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble?"

"Why do you have to follow us? Let me guess? Feng Ning looked at the male cultivator, "You're in trouble, someone is chasing you?" ”

"Are you one of theirs?" The male cultivator stared at Feng Ning fiercely, and his whole body was full of murderous aura, and the gloomy one was completely devoid of the gentleness at the beginning.

"If you don't have the strength to defeat me, don't show this kind of look." Feng Ning kicked the male cultivator hard, "If I wanted to kill you, I would have killed you a long time ago." We don't know about you, and we don't want to take care of it, so you can do it yourself. ”

The male cultivator covered the place where he had been kicked, his face was dull, and his face was full of astonishment, he had never seen this kind of female cultivator. Sadly touching his face, was his face mutilated by those people? Why didn't it work?

The wind condensed the fog, turned around and left.

"Wait." The male cultivator shouted behind him, "How the hell do you know? ”

"Count." Feng Ning threw a tortoise shell behind him and looked back at the man, "And I also know that you were knocked down from the sky by a spirit boat." ”

The male cultivator nodded sluggishly, took the tortoise shell, and studied it carefully.

"Feng Ning, did you really tell him a fortune?" Mist Breath stood on the Broken Mind Sword, his eyes very confused.

"Of course." Feng Ning smiled and concentrated on controlling the spirit sword.

"You're amazing!" Fog became more and more confused, and grabbed his head with his hand, "The one who crashed into our spirit boat is obviously a mountain, how can it be him?" ”

"It is impossible to exclude one qiē, and the rest is the truth even if it is impossible."

Feng Ning was in a good mood and borrowed a famous sentence of reasoning from his previous life.

"Oh." Misty nodded.

She didn't have to look at the misty expression, she knew what she was thinking, and if she knew that she just touched a tortoise shell from her bag and threw it out, she wouldn't blame herself for dying.

Standing on the flying sword and flying for a long time, if the spirit boat is compared to a luxury sports car, Edgeworth is not even a bus, at least a bus, and it can still shelter from the wind and rain, right?