Chapter 130

"No

Feng Xingying mercilessly refuses

No, no?

The sword spirit was almost broken by her anger.

"What are you talking about?" Old lady Jianling was angry: "do you know what you missed? Do you know who I am? "

"I don't know..." Feng Xingying's answer is very honest, with a sincere expression.

She's not lying. She really doesn't know.

But Jianling was very sad: "do you know how many people cried and begged to worship me as a teacher in those years, and there were also two NINE-STAR talents. I didn't abandon them."

"Heroes don't mention their bravery." Feng Xingying dropped a word lightly.

Good, good. She managed to hurt her.

Feng Xingying immediately got unexpected punishment - that is, he was nagged by the sword spirit for an hour.

Feng Xingying just sits next to watermelon to practice, only when the garrulous is the background music.

In her previous life, she would understand other people's lives. She often heard the accompanying parents and grandparents talking about the younger generation, but the young people interrupted them impatiently and didn't want to listen to them.

For such people, Feng Xingying, the evil doctor, will be more ruthless when he injects the needle, and let them have a taste of the pain.

It's really a group of people who were born in bliss and don't know their fortune. Some people talk about how happy it is. Some people want it all their lives, but they can't ask for it. Like Feng Xingying himself.

Including Feng Xingying in this life, her grandmother seems to be kind to her, but she never says much to her, usually in one sentence.

Feng Xingying didn't expect that the nagging feeling she always wanted to experience would be here.

Although old lady Jianling said a little more, it was obvious that her feelings for Xihuang sword and shenhuang family had gone deep into the bone marrow.

Since Feng Xingying is the master of Xihuang sword and the descendant of shenhuang family's pure blood, she naturally treats Feng Xingying as her own next of kin.

There is no nourishment in the chatter, but a few reminders will appear unconsciously to remind Feng Xingying of the details in the process of spiritual cultivation and application. And the selection of spirit animals.

"You are lucky. This tortoise is good. Although it can't evolve into Xuanwu, there is a strange blood in its body. It is good at fusion and can fuse your shenhuang blood. If you are not afraid to play it to death, you can try another drop of blood essence on its head."

Feng Xingying hesitates to look at the watermelon. As the owner, she can feel that the situation of watermelon is not so easy, even painful.

Listen to the tone of the sword spirit, does the blood of her seal star shadow have the effect of divine animal blood?

If the stimulation continues, is it really OK?

Just at this time, watermelon firmly raised its turtle head and begged to see feng Xingying.

It wants to.

Feng Xingying gritted his teeth: "since it's your choice, I respect you."

Feng Xingying carefully forced out a drop of blood essence containing spiritual power.

"Boom!" The whole body of the watermelon is burning.

"Is it really OK?" Feng Xingying looks worried.

"Everyone's growth is accompanied by pain and challenge, even death, and Warcraft is no exception." The sword spirit's tone is full of seriousness and seriousness:

"in the past, our children of shenhuang family had to bear the most painful practice since childhood. Even if they were to die, we had to work hard. Otherwise, the whole shenhuang clan will become history. "

"Nirvana of the Phoenix." Feng Xingying finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

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