"Hey, it's cold. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info are you really not a Soul Luo?"

It was already night, and the crimson full moon was still hanging in the sky, staining the endless sky a reddish hue. Abbas was lying on the banks of the Tisgan River, resting his head on a square stone, while beside him, a huge black tiger lay there (at least for now, it looked black).

"Abbas," replied Leng Chi Feng, who was sitting on the other side, perusing a book, without raising his head, "and I am now, this is the seventeenth time to tell you: I am not. ”

Hearing such an answer, Abbas did not show any dissatisfaction, apparently during an afternoon trip, he was accustomed to the attitude of cold and late wind. "Well, I won't ask. Sleep, sleep!" he turned sideways, closed his eyes and rested.

Seeing that Abbas fell asleep like this, and there was a faint snoring sound in his ears, Leng Chifeng shook his head with a smile, closed the book in his hand, and then put it into a leather bag beside him. This leather bag was bought by Abbas before he left Yecheng, in order to put some books similar to history books and books about Warcraft and Soul Luo that he bought in Yecheng for Leng Chifeng. Leng Chifeng picked up the leather bag, stood up, walked to the Tiskan River, put the leather bag on the ground, lay down, and rested his head on the belt.

Closing his eyes, Leng Chifeng quietly felt the strange power in his body. Now that Abbas is next to him, he doesn't dare to cultivate soul power, not to mention that he has already explained that he is not a soul Luo. Therefore, now Leng Chifeng is not too embarrassed to continue cultivating. Moreover, Leng Chifeng had already sensed that there seemed to be a strange energy in his body as early as Ye Cheng, as if it was bound in his body. No matter what kind of power it was, Leng Chifeng was still not at ease. Because of this, Leng Chifeng did not sleep, but relaxed wholeheartedly to feel the power in his body.

That power was originally quiet in Leng Chifeng's body, but as soon as Leng Chifeng's spiritual power came into contact with that power, that mysterious power frantically and greedily devoured Leng Chifeng's spiritual power. However, as his spiritual power was swallowed up by the mysterious power in his body, Leng Chifeng not only did not feel a little uncomfortable, on the contrary, his energy became more and more abundant, and his feelings about the outside world were also more real, he could even feel the situation in the Tisgan River around him, although it was very vague, it was several times stronger than before.

If this is the case, then Leng Chifeng would be happy to have the mysterious power in his body.

It's a pity that some things are often not as simple as they seem. At this time, the vision protrudes.

The mysterious power that was originally frantically devouring Leng Chifeng's spiritual power suddenly stopped devouring and became abnormally rioting, as if it was about to break through Leng Chifeng's body, but it was hindered by an invisible layer that bound him in Leng Chifeng's body. And Leng Chifeng is now in between the two, feeling as if he is about to be torn apart by these two forces. The mutation came suddenly, but it went quickly. Although Leng Chifeng could feel that the mysterious power in his body was still trying to break through his body, he didn't feel any discomfort, as if the pain just now didn't exist at all. However, God seems to like to play tricks on Leng Chifeng.

Leng Chifeng had just recovered from the previous severe pain, and he felt something strange in his body again.

Heat, that is, heat. It's as if someone put a fire in Leng Chi Feng's body, and the heat of this fire is still rising, it is simply exponential, almost roasting Leng Chi Feng. What's worse is that Leng Chifeng can't control his body. He wanted to stand up, trying to get rid of that burning sensation. But he was shocked to find that his body seemed to freeze and could not move. Moreover, he did not lose consciousness under the scorching power of this unbearable force of ordinary people, on the contrary, his consciousness was incomparably clearer, clearer than ever.

The body couldn't move, but Leng Chifeng's consciousness had to bear this suffocating burning sensation all the time, and he couldn't pass out, as if there was a force supporting Leng Chifeng.

In this way, I don't know how long it took, when the eastern horizon turned white, Leng Chifeng sat up abruptly and snorted. I saw that his whole body was wet with sweat, his eyes were closed, his teeth were biting his lower lip, faintly bleeding, and his body was also tired and weak, and he sat on the ground.

"Goo-goo-goo-"

At this time, Leng Chifeng heard an animal cry above his head. He slowly raised his head and followed the voice, only to see an owl tilting its head to look at him, and there seemed to be a hint of concern in his eyes. Leng Chifeng shook his head, wiped the sweat off his face with his hand, and then climbed to the edge of the river with difficulty, and soaked his head violently.

"What's wrong with you, are you okay?" Obviously, Leng Chifeng's movement just now had already alarmed Abbas, not to mention that the "owl" just now witnessed the whole incident.

"No, it's fine. Leng Chifeng stood up and wiped the stains on his face with his clothes, whether it was sweat or river water. Although he felt very tired and tired, Leng Chifeng did not show any signs of exhaustion. "Just a little uncomfortable, nothing. It's dawn, let's go. ”

Abbas nodded in response, bent down to pick up the package on the ground, and slung it over his shoulder. On the other side of Abbas's shoulder, there was a purple source mink. The Purple Source Marten is no more than 0.3 meters long, and it does not have any magic, but it is extremely fast, faster than anyone who has been blessed with wind magic. And listening to Abbas, the phantom's favorite transmogrification is the purple source mink. At this moment, the "Purple Source Mink" was resting on Abbas's shoulder with its eyes closed.

Abbas took out a piece of dry food from his bag and handed it to Leng Chifeng, but he gasped slightly and shook his head. So, he had to eat it himself and take the lead along the Tiskan River. And although Leng Chifeng was very tired, he was unusually energetic, so although his clothes were soaked and he looked weak, he was fine.

He took a deep breath and walked in the direction Abbas had gone.