"Is it?" Feng Xingying's lips sparked a dangerous smile: "come with me."

Including Liu Yi and Yun Xiang, there are eight people calling for Feng Xingying to be the boss. As the team grows, Feng Xingying also needs to know more about them.

After wrapping up a driving range, Feng Xingying said, "go up together and attack Qin Shiyi. If you win, I'll let rue cook a meal for you. "

"I lost?" Qin Xi is concerned about this issue.

"In the future, don't come here to eat. I heard that the college has free food, or I'll give you a silver ticket to eat the spirit meal of the college."

Qin Shiyi did not speak, but his expression had already explained everything.

All in all, it was a sleepless night.

The only ones who can sleep happily are Feng Xingying and Qin Shiyi. Others have been abused to doubt life.

They clearly eight people work together, how can they be controlled and beaten?

Qin Shiyi didn't even use any great moves that belonged to the level of xuanlingshi. They all used the similar spirit skills.

But, just can't fight!

The more people there are, the more difficult it is to fight.

Feng Xingying didn't even comment on it, so he went back to sleep.

Some things, their own understanding is often more memorable than said.

If they are abused several times, they will naturally understand the importance of cooperation.

But there's no time.

Even Feng Xingying and rutin also chose this dress.

Spirituals have their own standard dress according to their own condition.

Generally, it is a silver white robe made of Mithril cloth with corresponding patterns. The color of the pattern is determined by the attributes of the spirit, while the display shape and pattern are determined by the level of the spirit.

Feng Xingying, the female spirit Master of fire department, has a small piece of purple and red fine lines in the Yangtze River Delta on her chest. There are also two such patterns on her skirt.

The silver white color sets off the noble and pure, blooming purple red flame, and outlines a touch of enchantment.

This kind of shadow is obviously similar to many people's clothes, but it always has some different light.

Lei Jue can't help walking to Feng Xingying and whispering: "Feng Xingying, do you still recognize me?"

"Well." Feng Xingying answered casually: "last time, thank you."

As for Lei Jue's jealous eyes, Feng Xingying chooses to ignore them.

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