The old man sighed, looked at Feng Qiqi and shook his head, and the secret book that he took out at the beginning appeared in his hand, and the evil aura was permeated.

[Are you willing to practice this Heavenly Curse?] ]

Feng Qiqi watched Fat Zi run away, his eyes retracted, with a mocking smile, he couldn't blame Fat Zi for being unhappy.

Whoever is calculating about a person from the beginning, will she be happy?

Buhuo Feng Qiqi didn't have nostalgia for the Heavenly Evil Recipe in the old man's hand, and he didn't even consider this secret book.

With an aura of determination, her mind slowly left the depths of her soul.

[You don't have time, when you decide to do this, you know, if he doesn't die today, you will definitely die!] The old man shouted at Feng Qiqi's distant back.

[In just a moment, the Heavenly Evil Recipe will transform the anger in your body into evil energy, and you will be able to gain the power to kill the Colorful Fire Devouring Python!] ]

No matter how the old man shouted, Feng Qiqi never looked back at the Heavenly Evil Recipe.

The old man couldn't help but murmur: [This girl, are you ready to fight hard?] ]

"Meow-" Fat Purple's weak voice sounded at the old man's feet.

The old man looked down, wasn't the big fat cat squatting at his feet?

Not long after this fat cat ran, he began to worry about what Feng Qiqi would do, and he couldn't wipe off his face, so he could only come back secretly and quietly look at Feng Qiqi's back.

[You dead fat cat, if you want to agree, just agree, you have to do this!] The old man was angry and wanted to laugh, and couldn't help but gently kick Fat Purple's ass.

If it was usual, Fat Zi would have pounced and bit him, but at this time, his mind was all occupied by the words that Feng Qiqi said.

Weakly looked up at him, swept him with his tail, and hit him back.

[Alas.] Seeing this fat purple, the old man didn't say anything anymore.

He sighed faintly, ready to keep an eye on Feng Qiqi's state at all times.

……

Fat Zi didn't promise her, Feng Qiqi had thought of it a long time ago, since this was the case, there was only one way.

Feng Qiqi opened his eyes and saw a man in a brocade robe holding an umbrella not far away, which was Jing Ting, a farewell at the entrance of the National Teacher's Temple.

A brocade robe.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella.

In the wind and rain, like a noble son who is extremely weak and can't help the wind.

Who would have thought that such a person, no, such a snake, would stir up a storm in the imperial city today.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, I saw you standing alone in the rain, and you thought something was wrong?" Jing Ting chuckled lightly, looking Feng Qiqi up and down with malicious eyes.

Feng Qiqi was soaked all over her body, and her clothes were tightly attached to her body, showing her perfect figure to the fullest.

She didn't feel embarrassed by Jing Ting's silver evil gaze, she showed a smile and stroked her wet long hair: "Oh, if I am, what about you?" ”

Jing Ting smiled slightly, and owed a little: "If the girl is willing, she will naturally do her best to relieve the girl's troubles." ”

"What if I want your life?" Feng Qiqi's gaze fell on Jing Ting's body, with a touch of coldness, almost freezing the rain.

"The girl is really joking, my life is here, if the girl wants it, she can't take it herself."

Jing Ting threw a wink at Feng Qiqi meaningfully, with a slight seductive aura, suggesting Feng Qiqi.

Feng Qiqi smiled coldly: "I have something I want to show you, and I'm ashamed to say it, since I got it, I've only used it once." ”

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