After the flower fat mist took out a cage of rabbits, the little cabbage essence was obviously much happier, and after eating the berries triumphantly, he began to clean up the last acre of vacant land non-stop.

It seems that it is planning to develop the entire territory of the Qiankun Ring into a private farm.

It's okay, anyway, that's what the resin mist lacks.

By the time she had settled the rabbit in the forest, it was already late at night.

She continued to cultivate, and when she was sweating profusely and her physical strength was almost exhausted, she stopped her movements and walked in the direction of the stone hot spring.

Flower Fat Mist doesn't like to procrastinate, she wants to refine faster.

Therefore, every time she cultivates, she will refine to the extreme, so that she can maximize the ability of the Vientiane Body.

"Whew."

Soak in warm spring water.

The lemon-colored moon hung low over the surface of the hot springs, the water was gentle and silvery, and the mist was milky white, distant, secluded, and endless in the night, like a frozen lake.

However, it is very comfortable here.

She closed her eyes and leaned against the rocks, planning her recent trip.

Cultivate for a few days first, and when your skills have grown greatly, you will go to the Beast Mountain to try your skills, and by the way, collect a little other food or seeds to facilitate cooking.

"It's better to build a small kitchen at the back of the cabin, and the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are about to fill my couch, it's inconvenient." She said to herself.

After soaking for a long time, the hot spring seems to have a miraculous effect.

The tired body recovered quickly, and relying on its special healing ability, she even stayed in the hot spring while bathing and cultivating, which was not wrong.

However, this kind of behavior is really strange, naked, while absorbing and using spiritual power, while being washed by a trickle, I always feel that the diaphragm is very deserved.

Eventually, the filthin mist gave up.

Go back to the house and sleep.

The next day, early in the morning, after preparing a change of clothes and washing water for Qi Yan according to the rules, she went to the back mountain to cultivate.

Although her task is to accompany reading, most of the time, she is no different from an ordinary personal maid, except for helping him solve the details of eating and living, she does not need to interfere in reading at all.

When he was cultivating, he lost his mind, and remembered that when he first entered the Immortal Gate, the chubby Cicada Yong Elder, and he didn't know how Qi Yan got along with him, and he went to class every day, and it looked ...... It's quite normal?!

It shouldn't be.

According to Qi Yan's temper, he doesn't seem to care much about becoming an immortal cultivator, so it is easy to have conflicts with Cicada Yong, how can these two people be at peace with each other, so many days?

It's weird.

The flower butter mist couldn't figure it out, so she simply forgot about it, anyway, this is Qi Yan's time, and it has nothing to do with her, so why care about him. As long as you do your part, don't get kicked out of the immortal gate, and be able to continue cultivating, it's enough for the flower fat mist.

The cultivation day after day has passed a little and a half month.

Flower Fat Mist's body is very different from before, although it looks similar, but it can be clearly felt that her body has been elongated, she seems to have grown a little taller, and her appearance is slightly mature, not as immature as a teenager.

The green eyebrows and eyes are gradually dyed with a layer of perseverance and the unique graceful emotion of women, lacking a little astringency.

However, the first to discover these changes was not the flower fat mist, but Qi Yan.

One night when she brought food as usual, Qi Yan looked at her with interest.

This woman seems to have become more beautiful, especially her slender and delicate figure, even the wide red dress can't hide her good looks.

What did she eat to grow up?

Or, born to be a soul snatcher?