"I—I saw that Brother Jiang Xing sent someone to beat her to death...... But who knew that not only did she not die, but she suddenly became so powerful! I don't know if it's been opened......"

The person who has been trampled under his feet suddenly climbs on his head one day, and even hangs himself, and no one feels uncomfortable.

Feng Qingyao was about to die of grievance in her heart.

She tugged at the hem of Feng Qinghe's clothes, "Sister, we have to find a way to never suffer in the future!" She can hurt me today, hurt Qingze, and can hurt you tomorrow. Also, I just heard the maid say that she rode some kind of divine beast and threatened to give us back the humiliation she had suffered in the past! ”

As soon as she thought of Feng Wuxin holding a dagger and slashing it on her face, Feng Qingyao became angry.

While covering her face, she bared her teeth and grinned, "Sister, my face hurts......"

Feng Qinghe pulled her hand away, and sure enough, she saw several terrifying scars on her face.

Probably because of the medicine, a thick white scab has formed on the edge of the scar, and there is still faint thick water inside, which looks extremely disgusting.

"The doctor has given you some medicine, it should be no problem, tomorrow I will go to the grandmaster to find some beauty medicine for you."

With Feng Qinghe's words, Feng Qingyao was much more relieved.

Although they were all students of Shangli Academy, Feng Qinghe shined in the entrance test that year, and she was tested to be a dual-line spirit, so she became the object of competition among the major grandmasters.

And her entry test results are average, and her spiritual power test is average, but she has just passed the threshold of Shangli Academy.

In the past few years, the gap between her and this sister has become wider and wider.

My father always took my sister out, and rarely took the initiative to ask about himself.

Looking at Feng Qinghe's confident expression and demeanor, Feng Qingyao's heart was a little sour, but when she thought about it, Feng Qinghe has taken good care of herself since she was a child, no matter what delicious and fun things will be given to her, sometimes she gets into trouble or she is beaten by her father for herself, and the sourness in her heart disappears in an instant.

She thanked Feng Qinghe sweetly, and said coquettishly: "I know that my sister loves me the most." ”

Feng Qinghe stroked her hair dotingly, "Okay, you have a good rest, I'll go see Qingze." ”

"Hmm!"

Out of the gate of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, Feng Qinghe was no longer too lazy to look like a sister.

She took a seed of hibiscus grass from the space bag she was carrying, pinched it in her palm, gathered her aura and pinched a grass cover, and threw the seed into Feng Qingyao's yard with a wave of her hand.

Feng Qingyao returned to the flower hall, not paying attention to the corner of her yard at all, a Fusang grass that could absorb spiritual energy broke through the ground and thrived.

The top of the iceberg.

After Feng Wuxin returned the magpie leaping horse to its original place, he went to the Infinite Purgatory to find the cicada tea.

The Infinite Purgatory is at the bottom of the Death Forest outside the Lingxiao Palace.

Killing the forest, as the name suggests.

It was a dead forest, with almost no living creatures in it, only plants that fed on dead air.

As soon as he walked to the front of the Death Forest, Feng Wu's heart trembled violently.

She felt a powerful and intense resentment surging out of the Dead Forest.

Chi Xuan was about to move.

Feng Wu took out a small flame and let it hang in front of him to provide a light source.

Little Flame: I cry, I'm a tool.