However, as soon as Feng Jiu's gaze swept over, there were a few strange "clicks", and the strength tester suddenly fell apart after jumping a few times, and even the display screen snapped and smashed to the ground, cracking out a few lightning-like lines.

Before Chu Qianyang's hand could be withdrawn, he suddenly froze there.

Father Feng was also stunned, and then glanced at the model of the instrument, and couldn't help but be silent.

This is the strength meter with the lowest test limit, and the upper limit is only 300, which is the bottom line data for the second-level mecha division.

Chu Qianyang was able to smash it at once, at least it showed that his strength had far exceeded the strength unit of 300, and it was indeed true that he smashed the big demon beast out before.

It's probably a bit troublesome to buy a higher-level strength testing instrument in the whole town, not to mention that now I don't know how many pairs of eyes are waiting for them to show their feet, and Daddy Feng won't take the risk, so he just waits to go back to the manor and re-test.

Seeing this, Feng Jiu went back to the room directly, taking advantage of the afterglow of the beast tide before it passed, absorbing the extra trace of aura.

Since she reached the second layer of the Qi cultivation period, her cultivation speed has slowed down significantly, and I am afraid that she is not as good as even the cultivator with the worst qualifications in the Immortal Cultivation Continent, and it is quite miserable to think about it.

The housekeeper didn't show up for a day, and Chu Qianyang was in charge of the dinner as usual, and the dishes were so delicious that people couldn't even swallow their tongues together.

Chu Qianyang's nerves were a little rough, he was only frightened for a moment after experiencing a beast tide, and he still fell asleep when he rested at night.

Feng Jiu could feel the sound of his heartless breathing in his thoughts, and he didn't open his eyes until the breath around him became lighter.

Tonight's night was extraordinarily dark, and the outline of his face in the darkness was blurred, and Feng Jiu stared at Feng Daddy for a while before he moved very lightly to his wrist.

As a mecha manufacturer, Feng Dad is very protective of his hands, and he is as good-looking as a fair-skinned bamboo, only the palms and fingertips of his hands have a thin layer of calluses to the touch.

Feng Jiu carefully crossed a trace of spiritual power, and wandered imperceptibly along his meridians, and his originally calm little brow suddenly frowned slightly.

There is no conflict between the two professions of mecha master and mecha maker, but the physical fitness of many mecha makers is not so strong, so they simply have a full-time course, and there will be more room for improvement.

Feng Dad's physical strength is also good among mecha makers, and he can even go into battle as a mecha master at some times, but Feng Jiu has never found that there are still secret wounds on his hands, such as clumps of cotton wool blocked in every meridian, which may not affect daily activities, but as long as he exerts too much force, it will be like a poisonous needle hidden in the body, and it will be painful to stab it.

Feng Jiu didn't know how such an injury fell, unlike any visible injury that could be detected by the instrument, but it was unbearable.

It's no wonder that he refuses to fly the mecha himself, and the pressure of the mecha master will only increase the pain several times, and at the same time, he can't control the mecha better.

This kind of secret injury was nothing to Feng Jiu before, it was just a matter of her thoughts, but now there is no way, the aura in her body is scarce, and she is powerless to do anything, which is not enough to support her to completely heal Feng Dad's injury.

Feng Jiu held one of his fingers, and the other party fell asleep unconsciously, but he didn't sleep peacefully.

By the next day, most of the traces of Pingqi Town being trampled by the beast tide had been erased, and even the collapsed city wall was very efficient in covering a small half.

The herd hadn't completely receded, and a small number were still hovering on the outskirts of the wasteland forest, but the small size that remained was no longer a threat to the hunters.

After coming out for a few days, Daddy Feng decided to go back to the manor today.

Chu Qianyang almost stopped crying: "You can't leave me alone!" ”

Daddy Feng packed up his things and was unmoved: "This is a benefit that many people can't want, maybe you can take the opportunity to escape." ”

Chu Qianyang was not moved by his joke at all, and said sadly: "I don't run, I can't run, really!" Take me away. ”

He really didn't want to stay here alone, he saw those residents, and even a few years old dolls killed demon beasts without blinking, not to mention those who jumped out halfway to rob the road, he almost couldn't come back today!

Daddy Feng simply didn't reply to him this time, and picked up Feng Jiu by himself.

Chu Qianyang was very impulsive to snatch the little doll over, but he didn't dare: "If I don't go back, what about those people in the prison, I can help you convince them!" ”

Chang Yuan and the others hate the nobles so much, whether it is the housekeeper or Feng Tong himself, I am afraid it will be counterproductive.

Father Feng glanced at him at this time, as if judging the truth of his words.

District Chief Dad, when did I lie to you!

Father Feng looked at him for a moment before he said, "Remember your words." ”

Chu Qianyang's "......" didn't know why he suddenly felt like he had fallen into a pit.

The return was smoother than when he came, and when he reappeared in the manor, Feng Jiu was almost drowned by the pitiful eyes of the little boy.

"Brother, where have you been?" Xiao Budian grabbed her hand and refused to let go: "I can't even find you." ”

As he spoke, he almost lost the golden bean.

Feng Jiu's attention fell on the doll in his arms, it was a pink and cute realistic doll, the workmanship was very fine, if it wasn't several models smaller, it looked a little similar to the real person.

No matter how good-looking it is, this is definitely something that girls prefer......

Feng Jiu glanced at Mrs. Tong, who was still smiling gently, and was silent.

Xiao Tonglin didn't notice it, and reluctantly stuffed the doll into Feng Jiu's arms: "Brother, look, Xiaomei is not very good-looking, can I play with you?" ”

I even have a name.

When Father Feng heard this, he said, "Is that brother good-looking or a little beautiful?" ”

"Of course it's my brother, my brother is the most beautiful!" Xiao Tonglin replied without hesitation, then looked at the doll in his hand hesitantly, and said with some confusion: "But I like them all." ”

Feng Jiu will not snatch the doll with him, she is now desperate to improve her cultivation, since there is no shortcut in reality, then she will go to find it, and she can always find more opportunities.

However, compared to their harmony, Chu Qianyang was not very good at this time.

The black-haired boy stood in front of the door of the small building, and on the opposite side were other people in the prison, there were obviously dozens of people, but the courtyard was quiet as if the air was about to condense.

Chu Qianyang was given a headache by such a confrontation, and said, "Are you going to do something?" ”

Chang Yuan frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Why are you back again?" ”

Chu Qianyang just wants to say that if Lao Tzu doesn't come back, where can he go?

But obviously this is not the point, Chang Yuan immediately said: "You go out...... Done something for the nobility? ”

His voice was a little soft, but the dark tide contained in it made everyone aware of it, and the smile on Chu Qianyang's face suddenly stopped.