Feng Xingying also felt that someone was following her, so when Qin Molin pulled her into the space, there was no resistance.

After entering Qin Molin's space, Feng Xingying was stunned by the purple spectacle in front of him.

In his space, there are no mountains, no trees, only a vast expanse of purple iris, a large one, each plant is in full bloom, it seems to meet their king.

At this time, Feng Xingying is their king.

In particular, Feng Xingying, who has just awakened to Mu Lingli, is still the lowest level spirit in the wood system. However, influenced by Shenmu, and because Feng Xingying relies on her own understanding, Mu Lingli's ability is also excellent.

It seems that Qin Molin really wasted a lot of thought and spiritual power to make this iris forest.

In other words, he should have prepared it very early. These iris flowers are not made by Lingli, they should be the products of his planting or transplanting.

He said: do you like iris? On your birthday, I'll take you to see the most beautiful iris in the world.

He did.

Feng Xingying's heart is inexplicably warm.

Maybe she should give them another chance to each other.

At this time, looking at the full bloom of purple iris, Feng Xingying has a feeling.

However, before she had time to sort out this feeling, the flower in front of her suddenly lost her life.

They suddenly leave the branch, fly in the air, but do not fall.

At this time, it is another scene, purple petals enchanting, with fresh life just picked, performing a flower dance for her.

"Is it good?" Qin Molin's voice was a bit domineering. "Do you like it?"

Clearly want to please, but still so overbearing.

"I don't like it." Feng Xingying shook his head.

"Women are all right and wrong. I know you must like it. " Qin Molin hooked the corner of his lips, and his deep eyes fell on those iris flowers flying all over the sky.

In his space, there was a small mountain sized cauldron, and the petals began to fall into the cauldron.

It's the first time that Feng Xingying has seen such a big cauldron for alchemy.

Qin Molin seems to be alchemy, but he is not alchemy.

His action was very fast. The Fire Dragon flew out of his fingertips and crossed a ferocious fire wave in the sky in front of him. Then it coiled around the red tripod.

The fire dragon whirled and the heat wave surged into the sky.

The sense of spiritual power in the whole space has also changed from the original flourishing wood spiritual power into a towering flame.

Feng Xingying even felt that he was in the melting pot at the moment.

The light of the fire quickly faded after a circle.

and other star shadows have come back to life. Qin Molin has handed a translucent Amethyst bottle: the fragrance of iris, hope you love it.

Feng Xingying was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect to remember.

In early spring, when peach blossom is in full bloom, Feng Xingying once refined a small bottle of flower oil from peach blossom and sold it at a high price.

At that time, Qin Molin asked her: why don't you keep it for your own use?

Feng Xingying said: every woman has her own different hobbies. Some like the delicate peach blossom, some like the pure pear blossom, others like the elegant vanilla and orchid, and I only love the freedom of iris.

He did not expect to remember, also remember the extraction method of flower oil.

Compared with alchemy, it's much easier to extract flower oil, but Qin Molin's handwriting is amazing.

Although it's just a crystal bottle the size of a small medicine bottle, it's actually a spiritual treasure of space, which can hold a pool of spring water.

Feng Xingying pinches the small jade bottle on her hand, a little distracted.

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