Three days later, Feng Ning, who had resumed operations, sighed no less than five times as he stared at the mirror in front of him.

It was a very immature little face, although the face was yellow and thin, but the eyes were as bright as the crescent moon, the straight and beautiful little nose, the facial features were very exquisite, and it was a rare beauty. If this is put in the 21st century, it will be a proper big star.

It's a pity that the left side of Feng Ning's face is completely covered by a blue-black birthmark, which overshadows the whole face.

This also makes her, who has always paid attention to her appearance, how to live!

Feng Ning flipped the mirror on the dressing table and put it away, and she vowed never to look in the mirror again.

With nothing to do, Feng Ning pulled out the book that she saw on the corner of the table two days ago, and the cover read "Different Zhilu".

The book has been padded for a long time, and it already has a deep table corner print, but it does not affect the reading in the slightest.

It is recorded in the book that cultivators in this world will improve their internal power by absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and this internal force is also known as "spiritual power".

Spiritual power is divided into, fire, water, wood, and earth, the four most common, and there are also mutated wind, ice, and thunder, but these three are almost none.

Therefore, at the moment when the talent awakens, it determines the direction of cultivation in the future.

Feng Ning was slightly stunned, spiritual power? She remembered that this body could not absorb the aura of heaven and earth at all, so she could not cultivate.

She looked at the roof speechlessly, she couldn't cultivate, so how would she gain a foothold in this world in the future!

However, then again, how can she Feng Ning crawl and roll around in modern times, and she has suffered countless white eyes to have her current status, even if she can't cultivate, she can break out of her own sky!

"Feng Ning, you slut has a big life, and you haven't died yet!" A vicious voice rang out outside the courtyard.

Feng Ning's expression sank, hesitated for a moment, and walked out of the door, she didn't want her only residence to be destroyed by her.

Feng Ning looked sideways, and the person who came was Feng Yunjin, who beat "her" to death a few days ago, with a medium appearance, wearing a light green light veil, followed by a little girl with a round face.

Feng Yunjin is the same as her, she is a concubine, one year older than her, ranking sixth.

But because people have sweet mouths and can stammer, it is also Huang Xuan's first-order strength, and compared to Feng Ning, his life in the clan is also good.

"Miss, this slut is glaring at you, it seems that the lesson from the last time still hasn't made her remember it for a long time."

Feng Ning heard the little girl speak, and the corners of her lips outlined a light smile.

This round-faced girl is a bit interesting, she looks very cute, but her mind is very heavy, and her words are all instigating Feng Yunjin.

It seems that there is someone else behind this girl.

Feng Yunjin listened to the maid's words and hurriedly looked towards Feng Ning.

I thought she would see Feng Ning's face kneeling and begging for mercy, but who knew that she would face a pair of eyes that were like a thousand years of ice.

Feng Yunjin suddenly flashed a trace of fear, and subconsciously took a few steps back, she would never admit that she was frightened by Feng Ning's eyes just now.

When he looked at Feng Ning again, those eyes had become dull, and he was suddenly annoyed: "Little slut, you just looked there." ”

"Well, who's the slut called?"

"The slut called you." Feng Yunjin thought that Feng Ning was afraid, and said with a mocking smile, she said, how could that look appear on this waste before.

"Oh, it turned out that the slut called me, and since you admit that you are a slut, I will be kind enough not to bother with you." Feng Ning was an actor in her previous life, who wouldn't know this old-fashioned stalk.

"You, you ......"

For a while, Feng Yunjin couldn't find any words to refute, turned around and saw the maid next to him with a smile between his eyebrows, and suddenly became angry, raised his hand, and slapped it over.