"This Su Suanxiu and the people in the beast camp, are they all crazy, they have nowhere to go, and they are tossing themselves there."

Song Lingyun was waiting to take a good look, and at the same time, he thought that he could complete the task assigned to him by the emperor as soon as possible, but it had been three days, and he was getting more and more unable to understand.

"The fifth day is approaching, have they forgotten about it?"

Song Lingyun saw that no one was talking, so he couldn't help but raise his voice.

"Are you deaf?"

Jia Gui felt that Song Lingyun had gone completely crazy since that loss, and now he could not speak, so he tried to shrink his head as much as possible, but he was named and had to stand up.

"Second Son......"

Jia Gui thought about what to say to avoid suffering, but was interrupted by Song Lingyun as soon as he spoke.

"In the barracks, where is the second son, call me General Song."

Song Lingyun's voice was low, and he could hear that he was suppressing his anger.

"Yes, General Song, I think that you don't have to worry about the barbarians in the beast camp, it's best for them to delay the five-day deadline, and then Your Majesty will condemn you, you just have to push it on them."

Song Lingyun's face softened, and he sat down, he didn't expect Jia Guizhen to be able to talk about his heart at first, but he just needed someone to echo him.

How many drops of ink can Jia Gui have in his stomach? He knew it best.

"You know what, forget it, go down, keep an eye on it."

Song Lingyun waved his hand irritably and sent him out.

Jia Gui hurriedly clenched his fists: "The little one retires." ”

The sun was blazing outside, even if Jia Gui didn't want to, he didn't dare to be lazy, and when he came out, he rushed directly to the beast camp training ground.

At noon, the training ended, and after Ye Sangli finished explaining the next training, he came down from the training ground, glanced at Jia Gui, who was pretending to pass by, and didn't bother to poke him.

In the past three days, several groups of cooperation have achieved initial results.

Ye Sangli originally wanted to eat first, but suddenly felt weak.

Could it be that the heart eater grass is weak at noon today?

But it's not like it, the feeling is completely different, or rather, it's more appropriate to superimpose the two feelings.

She didn't care about eating, and walked towards Fengchen's camp tent with a little vanity.

Jia Gui looked at it, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, and waited for Yesang to leave and take a "puff".

"It's not someone else's plaything, I don't eat anything, I rush to the door on the ground, and I'm a tall fart."

He also broke his mouth behind his back, but he didn't dare to follow and star, and when he saw that people were gone, he just ended up idle.

Inside the account.

Feng Chenjue was sitting in the main seat, studying the things that Ye Sangli had made, when he saw someone coming in.

As soon as he looked up, Ye Sang was caught off guard by the bloodless face.

Feng Chen's mind was stunned, Ye Sangli had already stumbled to the edge of the couch, ripped off his training clothes and threw them on the ground, and his body fell down.

I only had time to take out a coat from the ring and cover it.

"Ah Li, why is it more serious today?"

Feng Chen's arrow stepped forward, and when he saw that she was about to break if he didn't touch it, he stretched out his hand, but he didn't dare to touch it.

"Ah Li, how can I help you?"

He didn't even notice the slightest tremor in his voice.

"It's just weak, just stay with me on the side?"

Yesang was so empty that he couldn't open his eyelids, and the words he said were a little softer, and he lost the sense of alienation that rejects people on weekdays.

She shifted in and patted the side.

Feng Chen didn't say anything, he took off his coat and lay on his side.

Ye Sangli seemed to murmur unconsciously: "I used to have to rely on medicine to fall asleep, and you are next to you, it seems that you can do without medicine." ”

Hearing her talk about the past, Feng Chenjue's brows furrowed, and his eyes were distressed that could not be dissolved.

Ye Sang's consciousness slowly blurred: "There is a familiar smell on you...... Father's taste. ”

Father's taste – the taste of peace of mind.

In fact, she didn't know that the smell of her father was the cold fragrance in the dark library.

Feng Chen never knew the taste of what she was talking about, but when she unconsciously talked about her father, her heart also tingled, and she couldn't help but lean over and encircle her in her arms.

"Ah Li, can I protect you?"

Seeing that Ye Sangli didn't respond, as if he was asleep, Fengchen fought for a long time, and quietly took his arm back.

Ye Sang was not asleep, but his consciousness suddenly appeared in a very strange place, as if in a chaotic and void.

In the gray space, a fiery red bow, surrounded by red flames, loomed, as if it was a miniature version of the bird bow spirit.

By mistake, the several times of the Heart-Destroying Grass were raging, which accidentally stimulated the machine spirit, so that there was a trace of contact with her.

At this time, the feather arrow bracer of Ye Sang's body also flashed at the same time.

Feng Chenjue suddenly understood why she was unusually weak today.

He had heard the master say that the feather arrow is easy to recognize the master, and it is only a high-grade spiritual weapon, and when it is combined with the vermilion bird bow that recognizes the master, it is a rare artifact in the world - finch feathers.

When the Vermilion Bird Tool Spirit reacts, the feather arrow will be sensitive, and the most obvious feature is that there will be a streamer flash on the feather arrow.

The master has never been recognized by the feather, so he has only heard of this arrow, and he will see it for the first time today.

He had seen the feather arrow bracer on Ye Sangli's wrist, but he had never seen the Vermilion Bird Bow, and it was most likely that the Vermilion Bird Bow was not on her, but this was not the most important thing.

Machine spirits generally require heaven-level cultivation in order to control them stably, while passive recovery of machine spirits is not a good phenomenon, and it needs to be suppressed by strong Xuan power.

Otherwise, the machine spirit will not be able to absorb the Xuan power, so it will absorb something else, such as qi and blood.

Once the supply of qi and blood can no longer be supplied, there is only one end - death.

Feng Chenjie probed Ye Sangli's wrist and found that there was indeed no trace of Xuan power, so he clasped her palm and slowly crossed his own Xuan power.

Until all the Xuan power was exhausted, it was still far from enough, so he decisively took out a Nine Zhuan Pill and swallowed it.

The higher the cultivation of the Nine Turning Pill, the more Xuan Power is condensed, and the cultivation of the Fengchen Peerless Heaven Rank can make greater use of the Nine Transformation Pill.

Compared with feeding Ye Sangli directly, it is at least twice as much.

Moreover, he only has a few Nine Transformation Pills in his hand, so he has to consider whether it is enough to meet the needs of suppressing the machine spirit.

Besides, there is still a layer of caution in his heart, once he understands the whole thing and knows that she is fine, the process of crossing the power of the palm of his palm is enough to make him happy.

After swallowing the Nine Turns Pill for only a moment, Feng Chen's depleted Xuan Power began to quickly condense, and then slowly passed over to Ye Sangli.

The cycle continued, until the last Nine Turning Pill was exhausted, and the machine spirit finally stopped absorbing.

This back and forth, only half an hour passed.

Ye Sangli woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that Feng Chenjue's entire face was wet, as if he had been fished out of water.

She has always felt that others are sweating and dirty, but Feng Chenjue is the opposite, which makes him stunning and attractive.

She closed her eyes and cursed to hell.

Sure enough, good-looking people inadvertently seem to be putting hooks.

Finding that Feng Chenjue's hand was still tightly clasped in her palm, she naturally knew how the endless mystical power came from before.

Her eyes softened, she was slightly moved, and took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

"You're awake, Ah Li!"

Feng Chen's eyes drooped slightly, and he loosened the hand that was holding Ye Sang's palm, so that she would have no hindrance when she wanted to withdraw her hand, but she would never ask about the feathers.

Ye Sangli clasped his hand and raised it in front of him together: "Thanks to the assistance of His Royal Highness King Che. ”

She raised her eyebrows and looked at the tip of Feng Chen's ears, and sure enough, she quietly turned red.

Since the last time I found out that the words of His Royal Highness King Che are like a key word for smoothing hair, she wants to take them out from time to time to tease him.

"It turns out that our Royal Highness King Che still needs to be coaxed, is it Feng San-year-old?"

Feng Chen's expression was overwhelming, depressed and helpless: "Ah Li-"

Ye Sangli chuckled: "Don't be so shy. ”

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, and her fingers tapped on the back of Feng Chenjue's hand: "Did you wear a mask because you were easily shy?" ”

Feng Chen's body froze, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the hands clasped by the two.

"Of course—no."

Ye Sangli raised his eyebrows, a look of suspicion, and then recovered his complexion, let go of Feng Chenjue's hand, got up, and walked to the pile of things prepared earlier.

As soon as she let go, Feng Chen's palms that were full of sweat were cold, a piece of loss flashed in her eyes, and she quietly clenched her palms.

His body was stiff before, and he had been detaining him for too long, and as soon as he suddenly relaxed, his whole body was a little stiff, and he quickly relaxed and relaxed while she left.

Yesangli fiddled intently with the thing in his hand, which was a bronze mask.

Under the carving of Ye Sangli, the mask becomes a hollow style, which covers a smaller area, but can more delicately cover the face, and with the treatment of the internal structure, it will be more comfortable to fit the face.

She looked at the simple carving knife made of throwing knives in her hand, and thought that it would be better to let the king blacksmith fight next time.

"Lord—will it be convenient for the last general to come in?"

"Inconvenience."

Ye Sangli looked at Feng Chenjue, felt funny, pulled the corners of his mouth, and continued what he was doing.

Feng Chen got up and walked to the tent.

Su Qi'an looked confused, and was about to retreat in a timely manner, when he was startled by the sudden opening of the curtain.

He winced his eyebrows: What's the matter with you two?

Feng Chen glanced at him: "Something wrong with your eyes?" Find a military doctor. ”

"No ......"

Su Qi'an didn't say a word, and Feng Chen blocked it without saying a word.

"Before looking for a military doctor, first ask Wang Tao to get some food and send it."

"Yes......"

Su Qi'an just wanted to ask if it was eaten by a lone wolf, but Feng Chen turned around and had already entered the camp.

Su Qi'an waved his hand in front of his nose, feeling that the curtain should be washed.

Ash large.

Feng Chenjue felt more and more sticky on his body, so he simply went to the back and rushed to the cold.

When she walked in with a refreshing body, Ye Sangli had just reached the finishing stage, and she looked up.

"How many times a day do you rush?"

"Twice, once at noon and once at night."

Feng Chen never knew why Ye Sangli asked this, and answered honestly.

"Rare."

At least Ye Sang has never seen a man who rushes twice a day in his previous life and this life.

No wonder there is a kind of refreshing temptation to smell fragrant all day long.

"What do you mean?"

Feng Chen definitely wanted to know if this was a compliment or a lot of trouble.

"I've heard words to describe men before, rough guys, stinky men."

Ye Sangli thought about it, maybe it was only himself who was rough.

"Next time, I should wash before I can go to your couch."

Feng Chen's mind was shocked by a sentence on your couch, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

After coming back to his senses, he said softly: "Isn't it that Ah Li loves to be clean?" I change my clothes before every rest, I always love to sweat, I'm afraid you will dislike it. ”

"I'm a training uniform, dirty, and our Royal Highness King Che sweats and smells good."

After Ye Sangli finished speaking, he sniffed his body: "I seem to be sour, is there still water?" ”

"Yes, Ah Li will eat first, it should be delivered soon."

After Feng Chen finished speaking, he walked to the tent, planning to wait for food, otherwise, he was afraid that he would not be able to help but sweat again.