The slender young man did not say anything when he heard this.

Seeing this, the shorter young man couldn't help but continue: "This inn doesn't seem to be empty, there must be something that is not well served, otherwise, let's change to another inn." ”

The next moment when the shorter young man finished speaking, the slender young man stepped directly into the Longjing Inn.

Seeing this, the shorter young man had to follow.

……

In the guest room, Feng Yutian was immersed in a large wooden barrel.

She clasped her hands, and at first glance she was meditating.

On the ground, a mouthful of blood spilled out of the corner of Feng Yutian's mouth.

The next moment, Feng Yutian opened his eyes suddenly.

I saw her slowly raise her hand, but even though her movements were already very gentle, she still made a splash.

Feng Yutian's hand with water drops wiped the corners of his mouth.

I saw her lower her eyes slightly, glanced at the blood stains between her fingers, and frowned slightly.

She just followed the kung fu taught by her previous master, but she didn't expect it, so she vomited blood.

This exercise, it stands to reason that it is not overbearing?

When she first cultivated, she didn't vomit blood like she does now?

What the hell is going on?

At this moment, she wanted to ask the Dementor Bell directly.

However, the thought that the Dementor Bell was meditating in retreat at this moment gave up the idea.

Thinking like this, Feng Yutian didn't think about it, and began to seriously clean this body......

After some freshening, Feng Yu walked out of the barrel refreshed and changed into brand new clothes and clean shoes and socks.

Feng Yutian moved to the dresser, looked at the person in his glasses, and then looked away.

If it weren't for this really flattering appearance, and the thing that had just vomited blood, then she would be more comfortable now.

Just as Feng Yutian couldn't help but complain about her current appearance again, a drop of water fell on her hand.

Feng Yutian first glanced at the water droplets in his hand, and then raised his hand to touch his wet hair.

The hair was so dirty, so she just cleaned it well.

Right now, her hair is still dripping with water because of washing, so that the clean clothes that she finally changed into can't help but be stained with a layer of water stains.

Seeing this, Feng Yutian narrowed his eyes.

She had never had this kind of experience.

After all, as long as there was anything on her clothes that she didn't want to be contaminated, she could immediately use immortal magic to clean it up.

However, it used to seem that it was extremely easy, but now for her, it is difficult to get to the sky.

Thinking of this, a smile of unknown meaning crossed the corner of Feng Yutian's mouth.

The next moment, she sank her soul into the third dimension.

The Soul Bell was really as it had promised before, and it was meditating with peace of mind, and even Feng Yutian entered the third dimension, and it didn't notice it.

Feng Yutian simply had nothing to do, so he sat down directly next to the soul bell.

Looking at the dementor bell meditating with a baby-like white and tender face, the corners of Feng Yutian's mouth subconsciously raised a smile.

At this moment, her heart couldn't help but settle down.

From opening her eyes, to encountering the Dementor Bell, to finding the container, to punishing the thief, until now, she has not relaxed well.

Feng Yutian raised his eyes and looked at the third space.

I don't know what the hell this is.

Just outside, she still felt that her hair was dripping, which was extremely unbearable.

Right now, she had just entered the third space, and the uncomfortable feeling was suddenly gone.

Not only that, but she could feel that her heart, which was still slightly aching because of vomiting blood, had also inadvertently improved.

What the hell is going on?