Chapter 51 Steamed Bread One: The Grace of Rice

in the ant nest.

The ice sculptures melted little by little.

Familiar temperature, familiar breath.

Little by little, gently smooth the ice on Feng Xingying's body.

Her heart felt a hint of warmth at this moment, and her blood finally showed signs of flowing.

Small fireballs burst out from the Xihuang Sword and surged towards Feng Xingying.

"boom!"

A blazing fire shot into the sky.

Feng Xingying was dressed in gorgeous purple clothes, dragged by layers of flames, rising slowly from the dark ant nest.

...

From the moment Qin Molin appeared, the Lingxi Mirror had already been shattered by Qin Molin.

Ji Jue is also very busy, where does he still have time to manage the consonance mirror.

His spirit beast cat is bloated and has a lazy personality. He is too lazy to walk, except to eat and sleep, so he named this white and big guy Mantou, also to commemorate a benefactor.

Who would have known that the slack steamed buns have changed their sex today? Actually take the initiative to shoot at people?

Feng Yuelu's face was only healed by Tianjing Yurong Dan, but it was scratched by a cat's paw in just a few days.

Seeing that Feng Yuelu was crying so hard, Ji Jue could only come forward to comfort her.

Feng Yuelu simply lay coquettishly on Ji Jue's lap, and rubbed Ji Jue's arm with her body ruthlessly.

A look of boredom flashed in Ji Jue's eyes, but he was helpless.

"Meow!!"

His own territory was occupied, Mantou was furious, and had two claws on Feng Yuelu's arm.

Poor Feng Yuelu's arm, which she thought was white and tender, instantly became bloody.

"Come on, send Miss Feng back."

"Brother Jue~~~" Feng Yuelu covered her face aggrieved, for fear that Ji Jue would see her ugly appearance, but she still did not forget to act like a spoiled child:

"I do not want to leave you."

"Don't worry, Ji Jue will never forget the grace of a meal. In the future, Ji will go to the Feng family to propose marriage."

"I'll wait for you~~" Feng Yuelu reluctantly looked at Ji Jue's enchanting and beautiful face, and the more she looked, the more she liked it.

Feng Xingying is dead, she is going to marry this perfect-looking and powerful man, no one will expose her secrets in the future, she can live happily ever after.

Thinking of this, Feng Yuelu couldn't help laughing.

The flying dragon adventure group was accompanied by Ji Jue's cronies, and when she thought that a woman like Feng Yuelu was about to become their leader's wife, she felt unhappy.

There is no harm if there is no comparison. Originally, they thought that Feng Yuelu was quite cute and pretty, and she was also polite to people, and she was deeply in love with their head.

But Feng Yuelu insisted on bringing Feng Xingying into their sight.

Compared to Feng Xingying, who was willing to protect a maid with his life, Feng Yuelu looked even uglier.

But it was the decision of the head of the regiment that no one could dissuade.

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at this time.

There was a sudden heat wave in the ant nest.

Qin Molin was dressed in black as ink, stepped on the flames, and appeared in front of everyone with Feng Xingying in his arms.

His eyes were bloodthirsty, staring at Ji Jue.

Feeling Qin Molin's provocative gaze from Chi Guoguo, Ji Jue was not to be outdone, with a pair of wonderful eyes bent into an enchanting arc, confronting Qin Molin.

At the end of the confrontation, it was Ji Jue who smiled and said, "I have heard for a long time that King Leng's strength is unfathomable. When I see you today, Ji is willing to be defeated."

"Did you hurt her?" Qin Molin's aura became more bloodthirsty and cold, and his threatening gaze locked onto Ji Jue.

It is said that dragons have reverse scales, and they are angry when they touch them.

He knows now.

Feng Xingying is the inverse scale of his Qin Molin.

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