"Whatever your purpose, I have nothing but this life." Feng Qi said indifferently.

He wanted to live, no matter what the purpose of Anwan was.

He only knew that An night would keep him alive......

"You worship me as a teacher, and I will teach you to cultivate." Ann Wan said.

Hearing this, Feng Qi did not hesitate at all, and immediately got up from the ground and knelt down to An Wan.

"Apprentice Fengqi has seen Shizun."

Seeing Feng Qi so crisp, An Wan was not surprised at all.

But the system, seeing this scene, felt stunned and incredulous.

The male protagonist just accepted An Night?

Just took the initiative to worship Anwan as a teacher?

But the ones and TV series it watched before weren't written and acted like this.

Isn't it all the heroine who tries her best to warm the male protagonist's heart, and then goes through a very difficult and painful process to let the male protagonist slowly accept her?

Shouldn't the heroine be asked to stage a beautiful woman to save the hero?

After Feng Qi apprenticed, An Wan took out a white jade bottle and handed it to him.

"The old wounds in your body have been deposited for many years, and they have been poisoned for a long time and damaged the roots, you take this recovery pill first, and your body will get better in a few days, and I will wash the essence and marrow for you."

"Long-term poisoning ......" Feng Qi was stunned.

"I've checked for you, and your poison is once a month, in increasing order." An Wan looked directly into Feng Qi's eyes and said.

Once a month......

Once a month......

Once a month......

Feng Qi seemed to have thought of something, and his expressionless handsome face was gradually covered with ice.

The already deep, bottomless black eyes seemed to be filled with a breathtaking madness.

"Take the pill." An evening reminded.

Fengqi numbly took out the pill in the white jade bottle, stuffed it into his mouth numbly, and swallowed it numbly.

The pill entered his abdomen, and a warm current spread throughout his body along his seven meridians and eight veins......

After his body had strength, Feng Qi got up as soon as possible and looked directly at An Wan: "Help me." ”

Hearing this, An Wan couldn't help frowning: "Do you want to wash the essence now?" ”

Feng Qi looked at her directly, his eyes were unusually firm.

Ann Night: "......"

"Your body will not be able to take it." An Wan couldn't help but remind.

Feng Qi looked at her directly, her thin lips were slightly pursed, her eyes were slightly dark, and her face was firm or firm.

Ann Night: "......"

"Sit down." An Wan is still stubborn in the end, but Fengqi.

Feng Qi listened to An Wan's words, sat down with his legs crossed, and An Wan sat in front of him, facing him in pairs.

An Wan stretched out her hand, her five fingers shrouded the top of Feng Qi's head, and a powerful demonic qi invaded Feng Qi's body little by little with her hand......

"Uh-huh!"

When the demonic qi entered his body, Feng Qi frowned for the first time, and couldn't help but snort.

"You are a natural superlative spirit, a natural sword god."

Looking at Feng Qi's resistance due to the invasion of the spirit body by the demonic qi, An Wan suddenly spoke.

As soon as she said this, Feng Qi's closed eyes suddenly widened.

He stared at An Wan deadly, biting his lower lip tightly, and a trace of blood continued to spill out along his lip.

"I wasn't wrong, and you heard me right."

"You Fengqi, the second young man of the Feng family, is a natural top-grade spirit body, and a talent of a natural sword god that is rare in 10,000 years." An Wan said word by word.

"Poof."

Feng Qi couldn't hold back, and a mouthful of hot blood was sprayed straight towards An Wan's delicate little face.

Just when the blood donation was about to splash on An Wan's face, suddenly, a transparent barrier appeared, and the blood donation was blocked and fell straight to the ground.