Chapter 133: Rushing to the crown in a rage

The face that used to be obese has been replaced by thinness, and the mung bean eyes squeezed by fat are now like peach blossoms blooming, with a unique gorgeous atmosphere.

His eyebrows are not thick, light, thick or thin, and each eyebrow shows his agility like a fairy tale.

The most striking thing is a little vermilion in the center of the eyebrows, as if the immortals outside the Nine Heavens do not tolerate blasphemy, and like the demons who have fallen into the mortal world, they want to get close.

Two extremes of beauty appeared in him, not only did not have the slightest sense of disobedience, but felt extremely harmonious.

With this delicate facial features, this long posture, where is there a trace of bloated and too greasy shadow?

Obviously like a person who came out of a painting, the beauty is thrilling, and the delicacy is shocking.

"This is the song of this seat!" the figure on the glass collapsed sat up, nodded in satisfaction, and slowly stretched out its slender jade fingers, wanting to caress the stunning face that was enough to make anyone crazy.

Feng Lige quickly took a step back, dodging her outstretched fingers.

The slender fingers froze in mid-air, and the figure on the glass collapsed frowned in displeasure: "What's the matter?

"What the hell is the matter with me?" Feng Lige did not answer her words.

"Heh!" The figure on the collapsed glass chuckled meaninglessly, put down his raised arm, and changed his voice: "Ge'er, don't try to provoke this seat!"

Feng Lige's back stiffened, and the momentum emanating from his body weakened.

"Come here!" the figure on the glass collapsed and patted the glass collapse beside him.

The wind left the song unmoved.

"Don't let this seat repeat it a second time. The voice was faintly full of anger.

Feng Lige's body stiffened even more obviously, his whole body was as tight as a rubber band, and the hand holding the placket of his chest was held tighter, and even the neatly trimmed nails were jammed white.

Just as the figure on the glazed collapse was about to make the next move, he moved his numb and stiff body, walked to the glazed collapse mechanically, and bent down to sit on the glazed collapse.

The figure was very satisfied with Feng Lige's performance, and approached him with a chuckle again: "Ge'er, I haven't seen you for many days, do you miss this seat?"

She seemed to know that Feng Lige would not answer, so she asked herself and continued: "I'm afraid I haven't thought about it for a moment! If this seat doesn't call you again, your soul is afraid that it will be sucked away by that mixed spirit root." ”

Feng Lige lowered his eyelids, silent no matter what the figure said.

"Ge'er, it was originally instructed by this seat to get along with her day and night, but you also know the original intention of this seat, but don't trap her, but put yourself in. The figure stretched out his hand to pick up a wisp of green silk behind Feng Lige, and continued meaningfully: "The pure and immaculate woman with ice muscles and jade bones is certainly pitiful, but if it is compared to your life, it is not worth mentioning, therefore, this kind of affection can only be limited to the surface, and it will not do you any good if it is too thick." ”

Feng Lige's stiff body trembled, and her long curly eyelashes trembled.

"Ge'er, you grew up watching this seat, how to make trade-offs in the future, I guess there is no need for special reminders from this seat. The figure gently brought the hair in his hand to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and a pair of slender and plundering eyes never moved half a minute from the face of the wind and song: "The song has grown up, and it has become more and more handsome, so that people can't take their eyes off it." ”

The wind parted from the song, and his heart was almost disgusted, and the disgust was even worse.

"In the future, you don't have to participate in the matter of the Mixed Spirit Root, there is no room for any mistakes in the plan of this seat, and she will never worry about her life before it is completed, you only need to do one thing well, which is to cultivate a relationship with her, so that she admires you and even falls in love with you. The figure let go of the love silk in his hand, slowly leaned against the glass collapse, and closed his eyes quietly, as if to calm some evil thoughts that were about to move.

The figure's movements were seen by Feng Lige, and a disdainful expression immediately appeared on his face: "The pill you gave...?"

"You don't need to ask about the pill. Before he could finish his sentence, the figure continued: "You just need to do what I have to do at the moment, and the rest is not something you should worry about." ”

In the middle of the night, the figure seemed to be asleep, and did not say a word.

"If it's all right, I'll go first. Feng Lige lowered his head and said lightly.

"Hmm!" the figure didn't open its eyes, but elongated a hmm from its snort.

Feng Lige waited for a while, and after making sure that everything was right, he got up and walked out of the main hall.

At the moment when the figure left the temple door in the wind, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the light in his eyes was not as casual and pleasant as Fang Cai, but sharp with an undercurrent.

In the medicine garden~

Chu Yuanyang's absorption was two days, and because of the test in his heart, he opened his eyes from meditation.

At this moment, although the spiritual power in her body has been suppressed, it still has not been completely calmed, and her chest hurts badly, but she doesn't care so much, and the competition is imminent.

"Are you going to die?" Hearing the sound of the wind in the thatched hut and pushing the door in, he saw Chu Yuanyang get up from the couch and make a gesture to go out, and he couldn't help but scold angrily.

Unexpectedly, Feng Lige was still in the medicine garden, Chu Yuanyang was surprised and smiled at him comfortingly: "I'm fine!"

Feng Lige's eyelids trembled: "The spiritual power contained in the Five-Rank Gathering Spirit Pill is not something that can be absorbed in a day or two, if you want to become a waste person in the future, just go out." ”

Chu Yuanyang didn't think about it, he directly crossed the wind and left the song, and walked towards the door.

"It's really stupid. Feng Lige cursed irritably and chased out: "Hey, you're not afraid of death?"

Chu Yuanyang turned his head and smiled at him: "I'm afraid!" paused, and then continued: "But I'm even more afraid of losing the only advantage I can be proud of." ”

"The only thing to be proud of? you mean that you won't break your promise?" Feng Lige walked up to her.

Chu Yuanyang looked at him undeniably.

Feng Li Ge smiled and said: "Where are you honest and trustworthy, obviously you are angry and rush to the crown for Lan Yan." ”

Chu Yuanyang quipped, "You can also say that." ”

Feng Lige's eyes flashed, and he reached out and took out a pill from the storage money bag and threw it to her.

Chu Yuanyang took the pill and looked at him puzzled.

"You don't even know Pei Yuandan, do you?" Feng Lige looked disdainful.

Chu Yuanyang nodded, and shook his head again: "Of course I know Pei Yuandan, but what do you do for me?"

Pei Yuan Dan has the effect of nourishing the soul and suppressing the spirit, she is happy in the spiritual sea at the moment, and she is tortured by the chaotic and thick aura, and Pei Yuan Dan can just play a role in suppressing the aura.

"You'll give it to you, why are there so many problems. Feng Lige turned around and waved at her: "Don't you want to leave?" It's too late for a while, and the beauty is afraid that she will have to throw herself into her arms. ”

Chu Yuanyang pursed his lips, and finally whispered thank you, and then turned around and walked out of the medicine garden.

Out of the medicine garden, she glanced at the pill in her hand, and then put it in her mouth, the pill dissolved in her mouth, dissolved with her body, and the joyful aura in her body was immediately soothed and slowly calmed down.

Heh! Wupin Pei Yuan Dan, Feng Lige is really a hard-mouthed and soft-hearted child.

The crowd around the competition platform was full of people, and the lively crowd surrounded the battle platform.

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