Chapter 667 It Hurts so Much!

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&b;&b;&b;&b;Feng Wu's eyes are too trusting-

&b;&b;&b;&b;Feng Xun stared at Feng Wu for a while, and finally nodded, holding the bottle of concoction and leaving.

&b;&b;&b;&b;"Miss, are you really going to take a look? Is it really okay?" Qiu Ling was a little worried.

&b;&b;&b;&b;After all, that is Princess Feng.

&b;&b;&b;&b;"The medicine will cure the disease." Feng Wu is very confident.

&b;&b;&b;&b;In fact, Feng Wu is really busy.

&b;&b;&b;&b;She's drawing an array diagram.

&b;&b;&b;&b;The house next door to Fangge's hometown, Mr. Fang has already transferred it to her, so Feng Wu decided to make use of the mineral vein under this house.

&b;&b;&b;&b;Just dig out the spirit stone? She doesn't think this is the best way.

&b;&b;&b;&b;Feng Wu decided to build a cultivation array on the basis of the mineral vein. With her current strength, she can build a master-level spirit gathering array. At that time, whether it is Xiao Qi or Qiu Ling They will get twice the result with half the effort when they practice.

&b;&b;&b;&b;Feng Wu inspected the surrounding terrain, and she decided to practice a small Taiyi Immortal figure formation.

&b;&b;&b;&b;So this whole night, Feng Wu was concentrating on drawing the design drawings, every stroke and every painting was accurate and unbiased!

&b;&b;&b;&b; Qiuling goes in and out, either with hot Quling tea or hot towels.

&b;&b;&b;&b;Because when Feng Wu was painting, the aura was very seriously depleted, and hot sweat kept coming out.

&b;&b;&b;&b;The sweat must be wiped off before it rolls off, otherwise it will fall on the blueprint and it will be in vain.

&b;&b;&b;&b;This is what Feng Wu explained before.

&b;&b;&b;&b; Qiu Ling looked at her fifth young lady.

&b;&b;&b;&b;Don't look at her sometimes with a smile on her face, she is relaxed and at ease, she acts when she should act, and when she should be cowardly, but once she gets serious, she will really work hard.

&b;&b;&b;&b;Now she is in a state that is difficult to describe in words, and the brush in her hand constantly outlines the essence of the formation. Every stroke and every painting is depleting her spiritual power .

&b;&b;&b;&b;Her spiritual power had already been exhausted, and she was struggling with top-grade spirit stones and Quling tea.

&b;&b;&b;&b;Looking at the pieces of high-grade spirit stones that were broken into powder, looking at the Quling tea that had been swallowed up in one gulp, and looking at the lady's lips turning white and cold sweat dripping from the overdraft of her spiritual power ——

&b;&b;&b;&b; Qiu Ling was very distressed.

&b;&b;&b;&b;But she knows that she can't disturb, let alone persuade.

&b;&b;&b;&b;At this time, my young lady is one-strand, and if she is interrupted without completing the work, she will have a temper.

&b;&b;&b;&b;I don't know when this picture will be drawn...

&b;&b;&b;&b; Qiu Ling leaned against the door, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and quietly accompanied Feng Wu.

&b;&b;&b;&b;Dewdrops in the deep night, gradually thickening.

&b;&b;&b;&b;The darkest night before dawn has passed, and there is a white belly in the east.

&b;&b;&b;&b;The morning sun shines through, orange.

&b;&b;&b;&b;Feng Wu finally put down the brush in her hand——

&b;&b;&b;&b;“Miss—”

&b;&b;&b;&b; Qiu Ling brought the hot towel that had been prepared long ago at the right time.

&b;&b;&b;&b;Feng Wu covered her face with a warm thick towel, and the heat smoked her eyelashes, moisturizing it.

&b;&b;&b;&b;Feng Wu glanced at Qiu Ling: "Hot towels are scalded with Quling tea, and you can do it too."

&b;&b;&b;&b;Feng Wu's eyes were nourished by the aura of Qu Lingcha, and soon regained the clarity and clarity of water.

&b;&b;&b;&b; Qiu Ling hurriedly took the hot towel and took a pair of soft and moderately soft shoes for Feng Wu to put on.

&b;&b;&b;&b;Feng Wu's shoes are all made by Qiu Ling according to the length and thickness of her feet, and they are very comfortable.

&b;&b;&b;&b;"Qiuling, it's great to have you. If I don't have you, your master, I don't know how to live." Feng Wu was served comfortably.

&b;&b;&b;&b; Qiu Ling smiled softly: "Miss is someone who does big things, so I can only do these little things."

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