Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away Chapter 188: Pastry 3
Withered Wood's popularity is broken, and he decides to go to battle himself.
Take a bite of the pastry and go down.
Um, it's delicious, it's delicious, do you have any more?
Wait!
He can't be so boring, can't be bought by a bite.
The dead wood man squinted his eyes, pretending to speak profoundly: "The method of making this cake is unique, and it is different from the lotus flower in my family."
Sesame's eyes widened, and he looked at the Taoist withered wood, his little eyes were very realistic, as if he was saying: Uncle, if you tell lies, you will be struck by lightning.
Qin Molin was very satisfied with Sesame’s performance and rewarded him with a piece of cake.
唔, there is something delicious, let you go for the time being. Sesame squinted his eyes and enjoyed eating.
Withered Wooden Man’s face is a bit unsustainable, so I can only find face in another way:
" I said that Qin Zong has such a high-sightedness, why did he find a vulgar fan? It turns out that she is good at cooking. I really don’t understand your young and young lives. It’s time."
"The vulgar fan of cakes is the maid of Feng Xingying's family.
Everyone has a different division of labor, especially the spiritual person’s youth is limited, and should not be wasted on these unnecessary things. It's not that Qin Molin can't afford to support people. My woman doesn't need to practice the rough work of washing and cooking. "Qin Molin chuckled lightly, with a face of doting and drowning.
It was not a day for them to meet Qin Molin. Have you ever seen him show such an expression?
The Withered Woodman was at a loss for a while, and there was nothing left to say about his little princess Nangong Yulian.
He understood that Feng Xingying, the beauty, is poisonous, and Qin Molin has been poisoned deeply and there is no cure.
He suddenly expected that something rare in a century could happen in his soul realm.
If Feng Xingying’s soul is injured, or if he can’t wake up forever, how good would it be?
……
Feng Xingying felt a sting in her head, and opened her eyes again. Her eyes were already very different.
This is a large primitive forest. Unlike the Warcraft Forest in Yunxi Continent, the surrounding scenery and trees are more primitive, and there are many precious plants.
It's a pity, this is an illusion, things can't be taken out, Feng Xingying can only express regret.
"Master, where is this?" Watermelon stretched out her paws, her body became bigger, bigger, and moderate. After just sitting down by Feng Xingying, she stopped growing.
It knows Feng Xingying doesn't like too big. This is just right, you can carry Feng Xingying forward without being dismissed.
Who knows Feng Xingying patted the red and green tortoise skin: "Can you still get smaller? The smaller the better."
"Huh? Master, don't you want to mount it?" Watermelon looked confused.
"Not for the time being." Feng Xingying shook his head: "Don't come out and make trouble until the critical moment."
"Oh." The watermelon has always been obedient, and it has become half the size of a palm obediently and slipped into Feng Xingying's pocket.
A smile appeared on Feng Xingying's face.
Although he didn't know any soul rules in advance, Feng Xingying could roughly guess that there must be no peace here.
The threat comes not only from the fantasy world itself, but also from the people who tried with her.
The illusion of the royal family's Nangong family, maybe you will encounter something you don't want to see.
Hidden the Tier 3 spirit beast, the watermelon, giving people the illusion that she didn't have a spirit beast, and it was also a hole card Feng Xingying left for herself.
What's more, since it's experience, she also wants to try her own strength.
Feng Xingying is not clear about other aspects of the soul trial. There is only one thing: that is, you can experience the true feeling of death once for free, but you will not really die.