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Feng Wu's gaze is too trusting-

Feng Xun stared at Feng Wu for a while, and finally nodded, holding the bottle of medicinal juice and leaving.

"Miss, don't you really want to take a look? Is it really okay? Qiu Ling was a little worried.

After all, it's the Wind Princess.

"Medicine to cure the disease." Feng Wu is very confident.

In fact, Feng Wu is really busy.

She's drawing a formation map.

The mansion of Fang Ge's hometown next door had already been transferred to her, so Feng Wu decided to make use of the mineral vein under this mansion.

Simply excavating spirit stones? She didn't think it was the best way to do it.

Feng Wu decided to build a cultivation formation on the basis of the ore vein, and with her current strength, she would be able to build a grandmaster-level spirit gathering array, and at that time, whether it was Xiao Qi or Qiu Ling, they would be twice as effective in their cultivation.

Feng Wu had inspected the surrounding terrain, and she decided to cultivate a small Taiyi Immortal Diagram Formation.

So throughout the night, Feng Wu was concentrating on drawing the design drawings, every stroke, every painting, was accurate and unbiased!

Qiu Ling went in and out, either sending hot Quling tea or hot towels.

Because when Feng Wu was painting, the aura was very seriously depleted, and hot sweat kept coming out.

It must be wiped off before the sweat rolls off, otherwise it will fall on the blueprint and it will be useless.

This is what Feng Wu had explained before.

Qiu Ling looked at his fifth young lady.

Usually don't look at her sometimes hippie smiling face, relaxed, acting when she should act, cowardly when she should coax, but once she gets serious, she will really work hard.

Now she has fallen into a realm that is difficult to describe in words, and the brush in her hand is constantly outlining the essence of the formation, and every stroke, every painting, is consuming her spiritual power.

Her spiritual power had actually been exhausted long ago, and she was struggling to support herself by relying on high-grade spirit stones and Qu Ling tea.

Looking at the pieces of high-grade spirit stones that were shattered into powder, looking at the Quling tea that was drunk all in one go, and looking at her own young lady's lips turned pale because of the overdraft of her spiritual power, and she was drenched in cold sweat-

Qiu Ling was very distressed.

But she knew that she couldn't be disturbed, let alone persuaded.

At this time, her own lady is a tendon, and she will have a temper if she is interrupted by someone who has not finished the work.

I don't know when this picture will be completed......

Qiu Ling leaned against the door, looked at the sky and the moon, and quietly accompanied Feng Wu.

The dew drops in the middle of the night gradually became thicker.

The darkest night before dawn had passed, and a touch of fish belly white appeared in the east.

At the beginning of the morning, it was orange.

Feng Wu finally put down the paintbrush in his hand-

"Miss—"

Qiu Ling served the hot towel that had been prepared long ago, and the heat of the towel was just right, which could make people wash away the tiredness on their faces.

Feng Wu covered her face with a thick hot towel, and the heat smoked her eyelashes, moisturizing them slightly.

Feng Wu glanced at Qiu Ling: "The hot towels are all scalded with Quling tea, and you can also handle it." ”

After Feng Wu's eyes were moistened by the aura of Qu Ling Tea, he quickly regained his clarity and clarity like water.

Qiu Ling hurriedly caught the hot towel and took a pair of soft and moderate soft shoes for Feng Wu to put on.

Feng Wu's shoes are all made by Qiu Ling according to the length and thickness of her soles, which are very comfortable.

"Qiu Ling, it's good to have you, if my master is without you, I don't know how to live." Feng Wu was served comfortably.

Qiu Ling smiled softly: "Miss is a person who does big things, so I can only do these little things." ”

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