This Lord is Too Cruel: 186

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Master is too cruel, 186

Feng Aotian saw him leaning, his ink hair was not **** high, but was tied loosely with a pink silk tape, his face was seven-point morbid, his eyebrows were frowning There was an indelible sadness between them, her thin lips pressed slightly, one hand was holding a scroll, and the other was holding a kerchief to cover the corners of her mouth. Occasionally, she coughed slightly, but it was even weaker. Shu Chi Wuyan

She walked very lightly. I don’t know when she was already standing beside him, she approached him slightly, raised her hand, took the scroll in his hand, tilted her head, and looked at him with a smile, "Now I’m sick, so I don’t want to rest well."

Then I closed the scroll and placed it in one place. I was very familiar with the action. I sat down lightly and gathered the brocade. When Yi Mu was startled, her palm was already covering his forehead and she was slightly cool. Bowed his head, held the pulse, frowned, "Why is it still not good?"

Yi Mu naturally drew his hand out, narrowed his eyes slightly, concealing all his emotions, just slightly nodded, "The minister sees the emperor!"

Feng Aotian watched him deliberately avoiding herself, she smiled, watching the knife marks on his wrist have been bandaged, but not broken, just said lightly, "Duke Jiu didn't prescribe medicine for you? "

"It's on, Chen has been weak since childhood, but he needs to be adjusted slowly." Yi Mu whispered.

Feng Aotian's eyes sank when he listened to his unsatisfactory words, "Why don't you care about your body so much?"

Listening to her somewhat low tone, Yi Mu trembled, raised her eyes, met her cold eyes, and couldn't help coughing, "cough cough..."

Feng Aotian raised his hand, suddenly took him into his arms, patted his back gently, Yi Mu leaned in her arms unexpectedly, covered his lips with a kerchief in one hand, and coughed in a low voice. The other hand was placed on her waist, but she was at a loss.

After a while, Yi Mu finally stopped coughing, Feng Aotian let go of him, let him lean back, and whispered, "Master said wrong?"

Yi Mu shook his head, "The minister will take good care of his body."

Feng Aotian raised his hand, held his hand in his palm, and asked in a low voice, "Where is the cinnabar mole?"

Yi Mu raised his eyes and looked at the fingers that she had carefully held in the palm of her palm. He curled up slightly uncontrollably. He felt a pain in his heart and pressed his lips slightly, "Ankle."

Feng Aotian leaned slightly and lifted a corner of the brocade to reveal his jade feet. She lifted the trousers and saw the eye-catching cinnabar mole on the ankle. She leaned over and stroked the red cinnabar. He lowered his head and pressed a light kiss.

Yi Mu retracted unnaturally, the corners of his eyes were a bit sore, he resisted the tears, but just froze and sat.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "These days, Lord ignores you."

Yi Mu's heart was pulled fiercely by her words, she lowered her eyes and whispered, "The minister is fine."

Feng Aotian sighed quietly, "Okay, it's only after the master has checked it."

As she said, she had already bullied herself up. Yi Mu raised her eyes and looked at her in amazement. She was obviously a little embarrassed. Perhaps, such a hug and such an intimate act were too far away for him. In time.

She looked at him with wide eyes, a pair of slightly sad eyes, looking at her a little flustered, her mouth twitched, she lowered her head, and kissed his lips with a strong smell of medicine between her lips and teeth. The silk is bitter, yet sweet.

Yi Mu couldn't bear it, his hands uncontrollably grabbed her shoulders, he raised his head slightly, and in her gentle kiss, he almost lost his helmet and armor, taking off all his defenses.

Feng Aotian watched his face turn red, and left with nostalgia, his fingertips pointed at the tip of his nose, "I still need to raise it well."

Yi Mu was puzzled by Feng Aotian's behavior. If it were normal, she would definitely not treat him like this, so what made her change? Could it be that the matter of Mr. Cat gave her too much shock?

Feng Aotian covered his scrutiny gaze with both hands and embraced him, but he felt that he was very light, and he was a little distressed, "When you have lost it, you know what is the most precious."

Yi Mu is a thoughtful person, because he sees too clearly, he is mediocre and self-disturbing. He knows the meaning of her words, she wants to cherish the person in front of her now, but he is in front of him People are not worthy of her cherishment. There are some things that can't be repeated. He can't be too selfish.

However, such a hug made him unable to push away. He just said nothing and leaned quietly in her arms. He now knows that it is good to have him in her heart, although it is not love.

After Feng Aotian came out of Meixiang Palace, the sky was getting darker. She looked up and looked at the brightest stars in the night sky. She seemed to have seen the deepest person in her heart. He was looking at her right now.

She lifted up and walked towards the Emperor's Sleeping Hall. Meteor lay bored on the soft couch. Seeing her inside, she couldn't wait to get up and rushed in front of her, "Holy Lord, are you leaving now?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then sat down, took a sip of tea, and took him to Feng Clan.

Mu Hanjin is waiting for her to come every day. This is already a habit. Today, seeing the sky is getting dark, he is a little disappointed leaning on the bed, that yearning deepens.

While he was thinking about it, he felt the familiar breath. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw her slowly walking towards him. He smiled, just watching her slowly approaching like this .

Feng Aotian walked forward step by step, until she stood in front of him, she just looked at him quietly without saying a word.

Mu Hanjin sat up, stretched out her hand, and held her somewhat cold hand in her palm, "The emperor, there are ministers."

Feng Aotian smiled and embraced him, bowed his head, and held him tightly. Yes, with him, "Don't leave the Lord."

"The minister will not leave one step." Mu Hanjin leaned in her arms, feeling her heartbeat with some ups and downs, and his heart was aching hard. He would rather be in pain than live, rather than seeing her suffer. A little bit of damage.

Meteor was very consciously looking for the dog by himself. Under the moonlight, his small figure ran extremely fast. In a flash, he fell beside the dog and looked at the black dog in front of him. He squatted halfway in front of him, and he closed his eyes, not looking at him at all.

Meteor put his hands against his chin, tilted his head, "Do you know? The cat is gone, the Lord is very sad."

Listening to the words of the meteor, the dog opened his eyes and looked at him, meaning, "Who is Mr. Cat?"

"Daddy Cat is Daddy Cat." Meteor didn't want to say more. When he mentioned these three words, he had the urge to cry.

The dog listened to the answer he had said that was equivalent to not saying it, and then turned his head, not looking at him.

Meteor watched the dog ignoring him again, and he continued to talk to himself, talking about being with the little white snake.

The dog listened to each other, apparently a little disgusted with the chatter like Meteor. After all, it has been quiet for these years. At this time, it rested early and suddenly appeared a nag. Ghost, it has the urge to slap him flying, but given its good cultivation, it can't help it.

Meteor doesn’t think so. He feels that he is lonely now. The cat is not there. Xing Wuyun is also out. The Holy Lord is also very busy. The others are very busy. He is the only one who is very sad and sad, so he needs to vent. , Now that it is hard to find one, how could he let it go, once he said it, he would have already thrown the matter of the last time the dog tricked him into the sky.

Feng Aotian and Mu Hanjin hugged each other, and she kissed him heartily, as if to crush him in her arms, she just wanted to find some comfort.

Mu Hanjin's body has recovered a lot in these days, but she is still weak. It is obviously a bit difficult to be tossed by Feng Aotian, but he knows that only in this way will her heart feel better. .

Feng Aotian lowered his head and looked at him in a messy clothes. He panted low, his face was ruddy, his lips were shiny, and he finally had some sensuality on his body, unlike the skinny of those days.

She took him into her arms carefully, just wanting to cherish it so much. When did she become so vulnerable?

They just hugged each other like this. I don't know how long it took, Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at her with a light smile, "The emperor, it's time to go back. It's late at night now."

Feng Aotian lowered his eyes, feeling a little nostalgic for his breath, sniffing his neck lightly, clasping his hands unnaturally, "Now I have learned how to drive him away?"

Mu Hanjin chuckled, "The emperor will go back and rest early, and he will go to the morning court tomorrow."

Feng Aotian chuckled, "Only you are sensible and considerate."

Why didn’t he want to keep her firmly in his arms, and let her stay with him all the time, but he knew that before he completely unraveled the curse, he stood upright in her When he was by his side, he could only reluctantly let her go back, but she could only bear too much.

Feng Aotian naturally understands Mu Hanjin’s thoughts. He is distressed about her. Such a light concern made her feel warm. She lowered her head and kissed him again, reluctantly letting him go, "Master tomorrow I will see you again."

"Okay." Mu Hanjin nodded slightly and watched her leave. He always smiled. He just hoped that when she inadvertently looked back, he would always see his smile.

Feng Aotian stepped out of the house, Meteor had sensed it, and stood outside with the dog.

Feng Aotian leaned over and touched the head of the dog, "It seems you haven't woken up yet."

The dog nodded weakly, and suddenly there was a noisy person beside him, disturbing his dream. It's only strange that he can wake up.

Feng Aotian read the meaning in the eyes of the dog, turned his eyes, looked at the shooting star, and saw that he was radiant, apparently venting all the unhappiness in his heart, but he was happy, the dog Not happy anymore.

She chuckled and returned to the palace with the meteor and the dog, "Master, go to the Floating Dream Palace, you and the dog can rest here."

"Holy Lord, do you care about the meteor?" Meteor came forward and pulled her sleeves, looking at her with tears.

Feng Aotian raised his hand, lightly picked him up, and placed him beside the dog, "There is a dog who is taking care of you, please don't worry."

Meteor looked down at her dejectedly. Obviously, he knew that Shijiazhuang had been chattering beside the dog. Now, he and it are the only ones left. It may be calculated by it.

This is obviously after the fall of autumn, he doesn't want to stay with it alone, he is afraid.

Of course, Feng Aotian knows Meteor’s prudent eyes, but she feels that Meteor can forget her sadness for Father Cat by staying with the dog.

Meteor looked at her leaving her back with a sad expression on her face. Finally, she lowered her head and watched as the dog was walking towards him step by step with her dark eyes open and her tongue out.

He hurriedly shrank back, chuckled, "That...it's not early...you and I will go to sleep."

The sacred dog almost didn't bite his tongue when he listened to him. What is this? What is washing and sleeping? It is not familiar with him.

However, it was really sleepy, then rolled on the soft couch, found a comfortable position, and closed his eyes to sleep.

Meteor saw it let him go like this, he was relieved immediately, jumped off the soft couch, rushed out of the hall, patted his chest, raised his eyes, looked at Si Xi, "I want to take a bath ."

Sixi looked at the shooting star as if he was in a catastrophic state, he gave a low laugh, and then replied, "The slave will prepare bath soup for you."

"Yeah." Meteor nodded, not forgetting to look back at the dog lying on the soft couch, and then sitting on the stone steps, looking up, and looking at the starry sky, not knowing which one is the cat father-in-law. ?

Feng Aotian walked to the Floating Dream Palace, and saw the lights on in the bedroom, a bright red figure stretched extremely long, standing by the window, slightly tilting his head, looking into the distance.

Feng Aotian suddenly remembered a verse that was familiar to her heart. She thought it was only used to describe a woman, but she also found it appropriate for him.

"There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent. Once you look at the city, you will look at the country." She feels that he has such a peerless and arrogant air of loneliness, as if at this moment, everything in the world is inferior to him. Glancing back.

She walked to the window, put her hands around her chest, leaned on one side, and followed his gaze, "What are you looking at?"

When Wei Zimo stepped into the palace, he knew that she had arrived. He didn't know what he was waiting for. He just stood like this, waiting, waiting, waiting...

He didn't settle down until he saw her, and he didn't know that he was waiting for her.

"Look at you." Wei Zimo retracted his gaze, met her cold eyes and whispered.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, flashed away lightly, and fell beside him from the window, "Master is tired, go to rest."

Seeing that she turned to leave, Wei Zimo quickly raised her hand, held her hand, and took a step forward, leading her to walk forward slowly, "First take a shower."

Feng Aotian clicked the corner of her mouth, knowing that he was able to be so proactive, it was already rare, beyond her imagination, she quickly responded, "Yes."

Wei Zimo took her hand and walked towards the inner hall step by step. Hearing her soft response, the corners of her mouth suddenly raised a slight smile.

The two walked to the inner hall, the bath soup was ready, Feng Aotian went into the screen, habitually raised his hand, usually the cat is standing behind her, waiting for her to take a bath, but now, she can’t help With a low laugh, he took off his clothes and went into the bath.

She knew that with Wei Zimo's temperament, she would definitely not come in and watch her bathing grandiosely, so she took up the water with confidence and dripped it on her shoulders.

Wei Zimo was lying on the bed, listening to the crisp sound of water coming from behind the screen. For some reason, his complexion suddenly turned red uncontrollably. He hurriedly turned sideways, raised his hands, and closed his ears. Cover it up.

After Feng Aotian took a bath, he looked at the bright yellow uniform on the table beside him. It seemed that he had prepared it early in the morning. He didn't expect him to be so considerate.

After she was put on properly, the ink hair was dried internally and draped over her chest, covering her now better-growing breasts. Although her **** were tied and her uniform was looser, she still applied the ink on He stepped forward, then stepped forward, watching him lying on the inside with his back to the side, giving way to a large area.

She shook her head amused, and then lay on the bed, pulling Jin to cover the two of them. At this time, he was only wearing a bright red shirt, which set off his good looks. In figure, Feng Aotian wrapped his waist around his back, put his face on his back, and whispered, "Go to sleep."

Wei Zimo has never slept with others. Now, one more person is lying on his bed. He is extremely uncomfortable. His whole body is tight. Suddenly, he feels the warmth coming from behind. Hot, he looked down and saw the slender hands around his waist, he turned slightly and looked at her.

Feng Aotian opened her eyes, the black hair scattered on her chest, her whole person was a little more lazy and coquettish, she looked at him, "Wearing a veil while sleeping?"

Wei Zimo looked at her, "Do you want to see it?"

Feng Aotian suddenly moved forward, then leaned in his arms, found a comfortable posture, sucked in his unique breath, and took a deep breath, "Wait when you want to show him , Lord, look again."

Wei Zimo felt the warmth in his arms, he unconsciously wrapped her slender waist, but he was not sleepy, until he heard the sound of even breathing from her in his arms, and the night was filled, unconsciously , He even closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

After the meteor showered, he lay down on the dragon couch, looked sideways, looked at Feng Yinqi, turned sideways, sighed quietly, and went to sleep on his own.

The next morning, when Feng Aotian woke up, Wei Zimo had already gotten up. She leaned sideways, watching that he had been washed properly, sitting at the table, looking at the secret fold in her hand.

She immediately got up, and after a brief wash, she stood beside him, "Do you have news that other masters don't know?"

"What does the emperor want to know?" Wei Zimo raised his eyes, put down the secretfold, and asked in a low voice.

Feng Aotian took his hand, "Go for breakfast."

Wei Zimo let her lead. For some reason, she was repelled at the beginning, but now he is used to it. He lowered his head and looked at the two clenched hands, and an indescribable feeling emerged in his heart.

The two stopped having breakfast, and Sixi was already waiting outside the hall.

Feng Aotian looked at him, then at Wei Zimo, "Can he come in?"

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her. He knew that she gave him the respect he deserved because he was not used to being approached by strangers.

He nodded slightly, "Yeah."

Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at Si Xi, "Come in."

"Yes." Si Xi led a group of minions behind him and walked in. On the tray behind him were dragon robe, dragon jade belt, and Jiuqi Mian.

Feng Aotian got up, stood three steps away from Wei Zimo, Si Xi stood on one side, carefully dressed her, and walked out.

She looked sideways, looking at him, "Master is going to go far today."

Wei Zimo responded slightly, "Yes."

Feng Aotian slowly approached him, suddenly lifted the hem of his veil, printed on his lips, and gently sucked in. When he was lost, he quickly released it, leaving the corner of his mouth with a faint smile. Dream Palace.

Wei Zimo raised his hand, slid his fingertips across his lips, looked at the figure that had disappeared, squeezed the corners of his mouth, and turned a glimmer of light through his cold eyes, and walked into the study.

Feng Aotian walked to the emperor’s bedroom and saw Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng sitting with Meteor for breakfast. Seeing her come back, he quickly got up, "The emperor."

Feng Aotian looked at them with a faint warmth in his heart, then sat on the soft couch, watching the **** dog still looks awake, and said with a low smile, "You are not like a A dog is like a cat."

The dog raised his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, and cried out to express its protest. Is it only the cat who is slumbering? It also likes to sleep.

Feng Aotian touched its head, "Sleep well."

The dog screamed, then closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Meteor stopped breakfast and rushed to Feng Aotian, "Holy Lord, are you going to Feihe City to ask about the Devil King?"

"Hmm." Feng Aotian nodded, "If you are not here, I will leave this place to you and the dog."

"Yes, the Holy Lord, don't worry." Meteor nodded.

Feng Aotian looked at him and stroked his immature face, "Really good."

Meteor raised his head and smiled brilliantly.

Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Yeah." The two responded at the same time, but they couldn't say good or bad, they just fell asleep better than before.

Feng Aotian walked out of the Emperor’s bedroom, Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng followed behind, and then went to the court. After the morning, Feng Aotian changed into a silver-gray brocade robe and rode on "Ao Xue" Feihe City.

Xing Wuyun just rushed to the south and returned to China, and he landed in Furong Pavilion. The old bustard Zixuan glanced at the visitor, and just received the news last night, saying that the master sent someone to come and talked about his name. People don't know.

She recognized it at a glance, and hurried forward, "The slave and maid had seen Master Xing."

"Hmm." Xing Wuyun drove the whole night, then looked at the woman in front of him, "How many people are quarantined?"

"Half." Zi Xuan said with her head down.

"The rest of the people are wearing veils, and sprinkle this on every corner, while boiling them, and put them in the lobby." Xing Wuyun threw the porcelain bottle in his hand to Zi Xuan and said lightly.

"Yes, let's do it for the anger time." Zi Xuan quickly took it and responded.

Xing Wuyun looked around, looked at the restaurant opposite, and then said, "Furong Pavilion will be closed from now on, and no other people will be allowed to enter. You can do it first, and my son will go back."

"Yes." Zi Xuan replied, raising her eyes, and she saw that the goose-yellow figure had fallen on the opposite restaurant.

Xing Wuyun walked into the restaurant by himself, and the shopkeeper who came to see the people was naturally familiar, and hurriedly greeted him with a smile, "My son, what you want, the small one has already been done."

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, "Does the person checking have news?"

"Not yet, but I have some clues." The shopkeeper hurriedly responded, and went upstairs with Xing Wuyun.

Xing Wuyun walked into the house by himself, looked at the furnishings in front of him, sat on the soft couch casually, "Prepare some wine and vegetables for the son."

"The minion is ready, so I'll bring it to you." The shopkeeper quickly ordered someone to prepare.

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at him, "Where is no wind? When will it arrive?"

"The old slave has sent a message and will be there tonight." The shopkeeper quickly responded.

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, "What big things can happen these few days?"

"There was nothing special, except that all the concubines in the palace had their heads shaved overnight. These days, they were looking for the best blue silk, which made the entire capital panicked." 'S then said.

Xing Wuyun clicked on the corner of his mouth, "Where is Nan Wang?"

"A few days ago, the southern king was crushed by the army, but he didn't really do anything. Later, when he learned that the emperor had returned, he took people to retreat." Resurrected, and there are so many people? They may attack again someday."

"It depends on the mood." Xing Wuyun naturally knows that this is Feng Ao Tianbu's game. It is indeed impossible for a dead person to come back from the dead, unless someone comes under the banner of the Southern King. Tune the tiger away from the mountain.

The shopkeeper personally served the dishes, "My son, please use it, and the servant retire first."

"Hmm." Xing Wuyun waved his hand, and then sat at the table, using it slowly.

When halfway through the use, he casually raised the wine glass, raised his head and drank it, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, and whispered, "Since it's here, why hide in hiding."

When the voice fell, I saw a purple figure falling. Xing Wuyun looked at the woman in front of him with a deep smile, "How did the master of the Nishang Gate think of returning to the South? Shouldn't I be in Leqi country at this moment?" "

"As the saying goes, women and husbands sing along. Although you and I are not yet a real husband and wife, but there is a marriage contract. Where is the fiancé, I am naturally where I am." Lu Yunxiu stepped forward, but did not see The field sat in front of him.

Xing Wuyun turned around lightly. When she landed, she had already stood up, then sat on the soft couch, and snorted, "The master of the door has a really bad memory. The four princes of Leqiguo have already been martyred and entered the emperor. Mausoleum, as for the marriage contract with the master of the Nishang Gate, this son announced it to the world early in the morning and it was cancelled."

Lü Yunxiu's beautiful face was filled with sadness, her face was indifferent, she raised her eyes and looked at him, "I don't agree, so I won't count."

Xing Wuyun didn't look at her, but said in a casual tone, "My son has his own heart, and there is no one else except her in this life. I advise the master not to be too persistent in everything."

Lv Yunxiu got up and looked at him, "I'd rather jade pieces than tiles. Since I can't get your people, then I will destroy them myself."

After she said, she suddenly lifted her palm, her palm violently, and approached his front door, but Xing Wuyun still leaned on the soft couch like that, without any dodge.

The palm of the wind slid beside him and hit the thick wall beside him. The wall was punched out a hole abruptly.

A chill shattered from her eyes, and then she turned and left.

The shopkeeper heard the noise and rushed in. When he saw the situation in front of him, he quickly asked, "Master, are you okay?"

"Send someone to stare at her." Xing Wuyun raised his hand and casually flicked the dust off his clothes, then stood up, "Bring a new one for the son."

The shopkeeper quickly responded, "Yes." Then he walked out.

In a moment, he personally delivered the goose-yellow brocade robe he had just made, put it on one side, and then walked out.

Xing Wuyun stepped into the screen, took off the dust-stained clothes on his body, then put on a new brocade robe, walked out suavely, gently waved the folding fan in his hand, then turned around and flew down to the Furong Pavilion.

Zixuan has ordered people to do what Xing Wuyun ordered. Seeing him down, she hurriedly greeted him, "Master Xing, what else do you want?"

"My son is going to rest." Xing Wuyun put away the folding fan, then went down the roof, walked to the room specially prepared for Feng Aotian, closed the door along the way, and looked at the arrangement in front of him. You feel that she is by your side, and he immediately lay on the bed, yawned, and fell asleep at ease.

Zixuan looked at Xing Wuyun's such free and easy temper, and smiled faintly at the corners of her mouth. Although Mr. Cat has gone, there are still such people who stay with the master. At least, the master will not be alone.

She sighed quietly, then turned around, and went to work.

In the middle of the night, Feng Aotian rushed to Feihe City and walked to the altar by himself.

The saint was already waiting for her to drive, and when she saw her entering, she slowly stepped forward and saluted, "Subordinates, see the Lord."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at her unchanged face for thousands of years, with a small smile at the corner of her mouth, "Do you know the purpose of my coming?"

For the saint in front of her, she is a woman, so naturally she doesn't need to call herself "Lord", but asks normally.

The saint nodded and said, "The subordinates sensed the breath of the meteor, and he has already told them."

"Well, is there any news I can know?"

Feng Aotian stepped forward slowly, sat on the main seat, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

"The subordinates only know that the Holy Lord has already activated the Phoenix Weeping Blood, which foretells that the blood will flow into a river. As for the events thousands of years ago, the altar suffered a catastrophe. The events of the year have been destroyed. , There is no record." The saint standing on one side, whispered.

Feng Aotian put down the tea cup, "How many times does Phoenix cry blood?"

"This... the subordinates don't know." The saint replied with her eyes down.

Feng Aotian's eyes sank, "Is there any other way?"

"Holy Lord, you are not finished now. You have absorbed the virgin body of the cat and all his skills. Your skills have increased greatly. There is a door to the meaning in the holy pool. You can try it. If you can open it, maybe you can find what you want." The saint looked at her and whispered.

Feng Aotian looked at her, "Has anyone opened this door?"

"Except for the Holy Lord who died thousands of years ago, no one has opened it." The saint replied.

"I'll go check it out." Feng Aotian said, then turned around and walked towards the holy pond.

The saint stood there, watching her leaving, suddenly turned around, sighing helplessly.

Feng Aotian walked to the holy pond, surrounded by white mist, she slowly moved forward, closed her eyes, sensing the white light around her, until a strong beam of light pierced her, she immediately sat cross-legged , Both palms gather internal strength, then hit forward.

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