Chapter 186:

Seeing him leaning, Feng Aotian saw him leaning, his ink hair was not high, but was tied loosely with a pink silk tape, his face was seven-point sickness, his eyebrows were frowning, and there was something between them that could not be wiped away. With her thin lips pursed slightly, she held a scroll in one hand, and covered her mouth with a kerchief in the other, occasionally coughing slightly, but it was even weaker.
Her footsteps were extremely light, she had been standing beside him at some point, she was slightly close to him, raised her hand, took the scroll in his hand, tilted her head, and looked at him with a smile, "I am sick now. It’s not good to rest."
He immediately closed the scroll and put it in one place. The movements were quite familiar, and he sat down lightly, bringing the brocade together. When Yi Mu was startled, her palm was already covering his forehead, she was slightly cool, bowed her head, Looking at the pulse, frowned, "How come it's not good?"
Yi Mu naturally drew his hand out, closed his eyes slightly, concealing all his emotions, only slightly nodded, "The minister sees the emperor!"
Feng Aotian watched him deliberately avoiding herself, she smiled, watching the knife mark on his wrist had been bandaged, but it did not break, just said lightly, "Duke Jiu didn't prescribe medicine for you?"
"It's on, Chen has been weak since childhood, but he needs to be adjusted slowly." Yi Mu whispered.
Feng Aotian's eyes sank when he listened to his unsavory words, "Why don't you care about your body so much?"
Listening to her somewhat low tone, Yi Mu trembled, raised her eyes, met her cold eyes, and couldn't help coughing, "Cough cough..."
Feng Aotian raised his hand, suddenly took him into his arms, patted his back, Yi Mu unexpectedly leaned in her arms, covered his lips with a kerchief in one hand, and coughed in a low voice, the other The hand was placed on her waist, but she was at a loss.
After a while, Yi Mu finally stopped his coughing, Feng Aotian let go of him, let him lean back, and whispered, "Master said wrong?"
Yi Mu shook his head, "The minister will take good care of his body."
Feng Aotian raised his hand, held his hand in his palm, and asked in a low voice, "Where is the cinnabar mole?"
Yi Mu raised his eyes and looked at the fingers that she had carefully held in the palm of her palm. He curled up slightly uncontrollably, his heart felt a pain, and his lips pressed slightly, "Ankle."
Feng Aotian leaned slightly and lifted a corner of the brocade to reveal his jade feet. She lifted the trousers and saw the eye-catching cinnabar mole on the ankle. She leaned over, stroked the red cinnabar, bowed her head, and printed. There was a light kiss.
Yi Mu retracted unnaturally, the corners of his eyes were a bit sore, he resisted the tears, but just froze and sat.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "These days, Lord ignores you."
Yi Mu's heart was pulled fiercely by her words, and he lowered his eyes and whispered, "The minister is fine."
Feng Aotian sighed quietly, "Okay, it's only after the master has checked it."
As she said, she had already bullied herself up, Yi Mu raised her eyes and looked at her in amazement. She was obviously a little embarrassed. Perhaps, such a hug and such an intimate act were too far away for him.
She looked at him with wide eyes, a pair of slightly sad eyes, looking at her in a little panic, her mouth twitched, her head lowered, and he kissed his lips. The scent of medicine between her lips and teeth was full of bitterness. , But there is a kind of sweetness.
Yi Mu couldn't bear it, his hands grabbed her shoulders uncontrollably, he raised his head slightly, and in her gentle kiss, he almost lost his armor and took off all his defenses.
Feng Aotian watched him turn red, and left with nostalgia, his fingertips lighted the tip of his nose, "I still need to raise him well."
Yi Mu was puzzled by Feng Aotian's behavior. If it were normal, she would definitely not treat him like this. Then, what changed her? Could it be that the matter of Mr. Cat gave her too much shock?
Feng Aotian covered his scrutiny gaze with both hands, and took him into his arms, but felt that he was very light, unavoidably a little distressed, "When you have lost it, you know what is the most precious."
Yi Mu is a thoughtful person, because he sees too clearly, he is mediocre and self-disturbing. He knows what her words mean, she wants to cherish the person in front of him, but he, the person in front of him, Not worthy of her cherish, some things, can not repeat the same mistakes, he can not be too selfish.
However, such a hug made him unable to push away. He just said nothing and leaned quietly in her arms. He now knows that it is good to have him in her heart, although it is not love.
After Feng Aotian came out of Meixiang Palace, the sky was getting darker. She raised her head and looked at the brightest stars in the night sky. She seemed to have seen the deepest person in her heart. He was looking at her right now.
She stepped up and walked to the Emperor's Sleeping Hall. Meteor lay bored on the soft couch. Seeing her inside, she couldn't wait to get up and rushed in front of her, "Holy Lord, are you leaving now?"
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then sat down, took a sip of tea, and took him to Feng Clan.
Mu Hanjin waited for her arrival every day. This is already a habit. Now, seeing that the sky is getting dark, he is a little disappointed leaning on the bed, that yearning deepens.
When he was thinking about it, he felt the familiar breath. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw her slowly walking towards him. He smiled, just watching her slowly approaching like this.
Feng Aotian walked forward step by step until she stood in front of him, she just looked at him quietly without saying a word.
Mu Hanjin sat up, stretched out her hand, and held her somewhat cold hand in her palm, "The emperor, there are ministers."
Feng Aotian smiled and embraced him, bowed his head, and hugged him tightly. Yes, with him, "Don't leave him."
"The minister will not leave a step." Mu Hanjin leaned in her arms, feeling her heartbeat with some ups and downs, and his heart ached stiffly. He would rather not want to make a living than to see her suffer a little bit of harm. .
Meteor was very consciously looking for the dog by himself. Under the moonlight, his tiny figure ran extremely fast. In a flash, he landed next to the dog. Looking at the black dog in front of him, he squatted halfway. In front of it, and it closed its eyes, not looking at it at all.
Meteor put his hands on his chin and tilted his head, "Do you know? The cat is gone, the Holy Lord is very sad."
Hearing the words of the meteor, the dog opened his eyes and looked at him, saying, "Who is the cat?"
"The cat is the cat." Meteor didn't want to say more, and when he mentioned these three words, he had the urge to cry.
The dog heard what he said that was equivalent to the answer he didn't say, and then turned his head, not looking at him.
Meteor watched the dog ignoring him again, and he continued to talk to himself, talking about being with the little white snake.
The sacred dog listened to each other, apparently disgusted with the constant chatter like Meteor. After all, it has been quiet for these years. At this time, it rested early, and suddenly a nagging ghost appeared, it There is an urge to slap him with a palm, but given its good cultivation, it can't help it.
Meteor doesn’t think so. He feels that he is lonely now. The cat is not there. Xing Wuyun is also out. The Holy Lord is also very busy. The others are very busy. He is the only one who is very sad and sad. Therefore, he needs to vent. It's hard to find one, how could he let it go, once he said it, he would have thrown the matter of the dog trick him last time out of the sky.
Feng Aotian and Mu Hanjin hugged each other, and she kissed him heartily, as if to crush him in her arms, she just wanted to find some comfort.
Mu Hanjin's body has recovered a lot in these days, but she is still weak. It is obviously difficult to be tossed by Feng Aotian in this way, but he knows that only in this way will she feel better in her heart.
Feng Aotian lowered his head and looked at him, who was in a mess, panting low, his face was ruddy, his lips were lustrous, and he finally had some sensuality on his body, unlike the skinny of those days.
She took him into her arms carefully, just wanting to cherish it so much. When did she become so vulnerable?
They just hugged each other like this. I don't know how long it took, Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at her with a light smile, "The emperor, it's time to go back. It's late at night."
Feng Aotian lowered his eyes, a little nostalgic for his breath, sniffed his neck lightly, clasped his hands unnaturally, "Now that I have learned how to drive him away?"
Mu Hanjin chuckled, "The emperor will go back and rest early, and he will go to the morning court tomorrow."
Feng Aotian chuckled, "Only you are sensible and considerate."
He didn't want to keep her firmly in his arms, and he didn't want her to accompany him all the time, but he knew that when he hadn't completely solved the curse and stood right beside her, He could only let her go back reluctantly, but she could only bear too much.
Feng Aotian naturally understands Mu Hanjin's thoughts. He is feeling sorry for her. Such a faint concern made her feel warm. She lowered her head and kissed him again, reluctantly letting him go, "Tomorrow, I will see you again. ."
"Okay." Mu Hanjin nodded slightly and watched her leave. He always smiled. He just hoped that when she inadvertently looked back, he would always see his smile.
When Feng Aotian stepped out of the house, Meteor had sensed it and stood outside with the dog.
Feng Aotian leaned over and touched the head of the dog, "It looks like you haven't woken up yet."
The dog nodded weakly, and a noisy person suddenly appeared beside him to disturb his dreams. It was only strange that he could wake up.
Feng Aotian read the meaning in the dog’s eyes, turned his eyes, looked at the shooting star, and saw that he was radiant. Obviously, he vented all the unhappiness in his heart, but he was happy, but the dog was not happy. Up.
She chuckled and returned to the palace with the meteor and the dog. "Master, go to the Palace of Dreams. You and the dog can rest here."
"Holy Lord, you don't care about the meteor?" Meteor pulled her sleeves forward and looked at her with tears.
Feng Aotian raised his hand, gently lifted him, and placed him next to the dog, "There is a dog who takes care of you, please don't worry."
Meteor looked down at her dejectedly. Obviously, he knew that Shi Cai had been chattering beside the dog. Now, he and it are the only ones left, and it may be calculated by it.
This is obviously the autumn queen, he doesn't want to stay with it alone, he is so afraid.
Of course Feng Aotian knew Meteor's prudent eyes, but she felt that Meteor would be able to forget the sadness for Father Cat by staying with the dog.
Meteor looked at her leaving back with a sad expression on his face. In the end, he could only lower his head, watching the dog with his dark eyes and tongue out, walking towards him step by step.
He hurriedly shrank back, chuckled, "That...it's not early...you and I will wash and sleep."
Hearing his words, the dog almost didn't bite off his tongue. What is this? What is washing and sleeping? It is not familiar with him.
However, it was really sleepy, then rolled on the soft couch, found a comfortable posture, and closed his eyes to sleep.
When Meteor saw it let him go, he was relieved immediately, jumped off the soft couch, rushed out of the hall, patted his chest, raised his eyes, and looked at Si Xi, "I want to take a shower."
Looking at the meteor, Si Xi looked like he had survived the catastrophe, and he gave a low laugh, and then replied, "The slave will prepare bath soup for you."
"Yeah." Meteor nodded, and didn't forget to look back at the dog lying on the soft couch. Then he sat on the stone steps, raised his eyes, and looked at the starry sky. I don't know which one is the cat father-in-law?
When Feng Aotian walked to the Floating Dream Palace, he saw that the bedroom was lit with a light, a bright red figure stretched extremely long, standing by the window, slightly raised his head, looking into the distance.
Feng Aotian suddenly remembered a verse that was familiar to her heart. She thought it was only used to describe a woman, but she also thought it was very appropriate for him.
"There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent. One look at Qingrencheng, and then Qingren country." She felt that he had such a lonely and arrogant atmosphere, as if at this moment, everything in the world was less than his glance.
She walked to the window, folded her hands around her chest, leaned on one side, and followed his gaze, "What are you looking at?"
When Wei Zimo stepped into the bedroom, he knew that she had arrived. He didn't know what he was waiting for. He just stood like this, waiting, waiting, waiting...
He didn't settle down until he saw her, and he didn't know that he was waiting for her.
"Look at you." Wei Zimo retracted his gaze and whispered to her cold eyes.
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, flashed away lightly, and fell beside him from the window, "Master is tired, go to rest."
Seeing her turn around to leave, Wei Zimo quickly raised her hand, held her hand, and took a step forward, leading her to walk forward slowly, "First take a shower."
Feng Aotian clicked the corner of her mouth, knowing that he was able to be so proactive, it was already rare, beyond her imagination, she quickly responded, "Yes."
Wei Zimo took her hand and walked towards the inner hall step by step. Hearing her soft reply, a slight smile suddenly appeared at the corner of her mouth.
The two walked to the inner hall, the bath soup was ready, Feng Aotian stepped into the screen and habitually raised his hand. Normally, the cat was standing behind her and waiting for her to take a bath, but now, she couldn't help but laugh. , And then took off his clothes on his own, not in the bath.
She knew that with Wei Zimo's temperament, she would definitely not come in to watch her bathing grandiosely, so she took up the water with confidence and dripped it on her shoulders.
Wei Zimo was lying on the bed, listening to the crisp sound of water coming from behind the screen. For some reason, his complexion suddenly turned red uncontrollably. He hurriedly turned sideways, raised his hands, and covered his ears.
After Feng Aotian took a bath, looking at the bright yellow uniform on the table beside him, it seemed that he had prepared it early in the morning. He didn't expect him to be so considerate.
After she was put on properly, the ink hair was dried internally and draped over her chest, covering her now growing breasts. Although her chest was tied and the uniform was looser, she still put the ink on the front. Then he stepped forward and watched him lying on the inside with his back to his back, letting out a large area.
She shook her head amused, and then lay on the bed, pulling Jin up and covering the two of them. At this time, he was only wearing a bright red shirt to set off his beautiful posture. Feng Aotian wrapped his waist around his back, put his face on his back, and whispered, "Go to sleep."
Wei Zimo has never slept with others. Now, one more person is lying on his bed. He is extremely uncomfortable. His whole body is tight. Suddenly, he feels the warmth from behind. Looking down, he saw the slender hands around his waist, he turned slightly and looked at her.
Feng Aotian opened her eyes, the black hair scattered on her chest, her whole person was a little more lazy and coquettish, she looked at him, "Wearing a veil while sleeping?"
Wei Zimo looked at her, "Do you want to see it?"
auzw.com Feng Aotian suddenly moved forward, then leaned in his arms, found a comfortable position, inhaled the unique breath of his body, and took a deep breath, "Wait When you want him to watch it, he will watch it again."
Wei Zimo felt the warmth in his arms, he unconsciously wrapped her slender waist, but he was not sleepy, until he heard the sound of even breathing from her in his arms, the night was filled, unconsciously, he actually I closed my eyes and fell asleep peacefully.
After the meteor showered, he lay down on the dragon couch, looked sideways, looked at Feng Yinqi, turned his body sideways, sighed quietly, and went to sleep on his own.
The next morning, when Feng Aotian woke up, Wei Zimo had already gotten up. She leaned on her side, watching that he had been washed properly, sitting at the table, looking at the secret fold in her hand.
She immediately got up, and after a brief wash, she stood beside him, "Do you have news that other masters don't know?"
"What does the emperor want to know?" Wei Zimo raised his eyes, put Mizhe down, and asked in a low voice.
Feng Aotian took his hand, "Go for breakfast."
Wei Zimo allowed her to lead. For some reason, what was rejected at the beginning is now used to it. He lowered his head and looked at the two clenched hands, and an indescribable feeling emerged in his heart.
The two stopped breakfast, and Sixi was already waiting outside the hall.
Feng Aotian looked at him, then at Wei Zimo, "Can he come in?"
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her. He knew that she gave him the respect he deserved because he was not used to being close to strangers.
He nodded slightly, "Yeah."
Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at Si Xi, "Come in."
"Yes." Si Xi led a group of minions behind him and walked in. On the tray behind him were dragon robe, dragon jade belt, and Jiuyu Mian.
Feng Aotian got up, stood at a place three steps away from Wei Zimo, Si Xi stood on one side, carefully dressed her, and walked out.
She looked sideways and looked at him, "Master is going to go far today."
Wei Zimo responded slightly, "Yes."
Feng Aotian slowly approached him, suddenly lifted the hem of his veil, printed his lips, and gently sucked in. When he was lost, he quickly let go, leaving the floating dream palace with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
Wei Zimo raised his hand, slid his fingertips across his lips, looked at the figure that had disappeared, and the corners of his mouth were slightly squeezed. There was a glimmer of light flowing through that cold eyes, he turned around and stepped into the study.
When Feng Aotian walked to the emperor's bedroom, he saw Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng sitting with Meteor for breakfast. Seeing her coming back, he quickly got up, "The emperor."
Feng Aotian looked at them with a faint warmth in his heart, then sat on the soft couch, watching the dog still looks like a sleepless dog, and said with a low smile, "You don't look like a dog. Like a cat."
The dog raised his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, and cried out, expressing its protest. Is it only the cat who is sleeping? It also likes to sleep.
Feng Aotian touched its head, "Sleep well."
The dog snorted, then closed his eyes and continued to sleep.
Meteor stopped breakfast and rushed to Feng Aotian, "Holy Lord, are you going to Feihe City to ask about the Devil King?"
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "If you are not here, I will leave this place to you and the dog."
"Yes, holy lord, don't worry." Meteor nodded.
Feng Aotian looked at him and stroked his immature face, "Really good."
Meteor raised his head and smiled brightly.
Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng, "Did you sleep well last night?"
"Yeah." The two responded at the same time, but they couldn't say good or bad, but they could fall asleep better than before.
Feng Aotian stepped out of the emperor’s bedroom, Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng followed behind, and then went to the court. After the morning, Feng Aotian changed into a silver-gray brocade robe and rode "Ao Xue" to Feihe City. .
Xing Wuyun just rushed to the south and returned to China, and he landed in the Furong Pavilion. The old bustard Zixuan saw the visitor and took a look. Just got news last night, saying that the master sent someone to come, and no one knew his name. of.
She recognized it at a glance, and quickly stepped forward, "The slave and maid had seen Young Master Xing."
"Yeah." Xing Wuyun drove the whole night, then looked at the woman in front of him, "How many people have been isolated?"
"Half." Zi Xuan said with her head down.
"The rest of the people are wearing veils, sprinkle this on every corner, while boiling, and put it in the lobby." Xing Wuyun threw the porcelain bottle in his hand to Zi Xuan, and said lightly.
"Yes, I'll do it for the anger times." Zi Xuan quickly took it and responded.
Xing Wuyun looked around, looked at the restaurant opposite, and then said, "Furong Pavilion will be closed from now on. Any idlers are not allowed to enter. You can do it first, and my son will go back."
"Yes." Zi Xuan replied with her head down, raising her eyes, and saw that goose yellow figure had fallen on the opposite restaurant.
Xing Wuyun walked into the restaurant by himself, and the shopkeeper who came to see the people, naturally familiar with them, hurriedly greeted them with a smile, "Master, what you want, the small one has already been done."
"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, "Does the investigator have any news?"
"Not for the time being, but I have some clues." The shopkeeper quickly responded, and went upstairs with Xing Wuyun.
Xing Wuyun walked into the house by himself, looked at the furnishings in front of him, sat on the soft couch casually, "Prepare some wine and vegetables for the son."
"The minion is ready, so I will bring it to you." The shopkeeper hurriedly ordered people to go and prepare.
Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at him, "Where is no wind? When will it arrive?"
"The old slave has sent someone to pass the news, and it will be there tonight." The shopkeeper quickly responded.
"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, "What big things have happened these few days?"
"It's nothing special, it's just that all the concubines in the palace have their heads shaved overnight. These days, they have been looking for the best green silk, which has made the entire capital panic." The shopkeeper immediately followed. Said.
The corner of Xing Wuyun's mouth hooked, "Where is Nan Wang?"
"A few days ago, the southern king was crushed by the army, but he didn't really do anything. Later, when he learned that the emperor had returned, he took people to retreat." The shopkeeper was a little puzzled, "I don't know how the southern king came back from the dead. Besides, there are still so many people? They may attack again someday."
"It depends on the mood." Xing Wuyun naturally knows that this is Feng Ao Tianbu's game. It is indeed impossible for a dead person to come back to life, unless someone uses the banner of the Southern King to move the tiger away from the mountain.
The shopkeeper personally served the food, "Sir, please use it, and the servant retire first."
"Yeah." Xing Wuyun waved his hand, then sat at the table and used it slowly.
Halfway through the use, he casually raised the wine glass, raised his head and drank it, with a smile at the corners of his mouth, and whispered, "Since it's here, why hide in hiding."
When the voice fell, he saw a purple figure falling. Xing Wuyun looked at the woman in front of him with a deep smile, "How can the master of the Nishang Gate think of returning to the South? Shouldn't I be in Leqiguo at this moment?"
"As the saying goes, women sing along with husbands, although you and I are not yet a real couple, but there is a marriage contract. Where is the fiancé, I am naturally where I am." Lu Yunxiu stepped forward, but did not see sitting outside. In front of him.
Xing Wuyun turned around lightly. When she landed, she had already stood up, then sat on the soft couch, and snorted, "The master of the door has a bad memory. The four princes of Leqiguo have already been martyred by their bodies and entered the imperial tomb. The marriage contract with the master of Nishangmen was announced to the world early in the morning, and it was cancelled."
Lu Yunxiu's beautiful face showed a touch of sadness, her face was indifferent, she raised her eyes and looked at him, "I don't agree, so I won't count."
Xing Wuyun didn't look at her, but said in a casual tone, "My son has his heart, and there is no one else except her in this life. I advise the master not to be too persistent in everything."
Lu Yunxiu got up and looked at him, "I'd rather jade pieces than tiles, since I can't get your people, then I will destroy them by myself."
After she said, she suddenly lifted her palm, her palm was sharp, and approached his front door, but Xing Wuyun was still leaning on the soft couch like that without any dodge.
The palm wind slid beside him and slammed into the thick wall beside him. The wall was punched out a hole abruptly.
A cold light shattered from her eyes, then turned and left.
The shopkeeper heard the noise and rushed in. When he saw the situation in front of him, he quickly asked, "Master, are you okay?"
"Send someone to stare at her." Xing Wuyun raised his hand, casually flicked the dust off his clothes, then stood up, "Bring a new one for the son."
The shopkeeper responded quickly, "Yes." Then he retreated.
In a short while, he personally delivered the goose yellow brocade robe he had just made, put it on one side, and walked out.
Xing Wuyun stepped into the screen, took off the dust-stained clothes on his body, then put on a new brocade robe, walked out suavely, gently waved the folding fan in his hand, then turned around, flew and landed on the Furong Pavilion.
Zi Xuan had ordered people to do what Xing Wuyun had ordered. Seeing him down, she hurried forward, "Master Xing, what else do you have to order?"
"My son is going to rest." Xing Wuyun put away the folding fan, then went down the roof, walked to the room specially prepared for Feng Aotian, closed the door and looked at the arrangement in front of you, it seems you feel it She was right beside him, and he lay on the bed immediately, yawned, and fell asleep at ease.
Zixuan looked at Xing Wuyun's such free and easy temper, and smiled faintly at the corner of her mouth. Although the cat is gone, there are still such people staying by the master, at least, the master will not be alone.
She sighed quietly, then turned around, and went to work.
In the middle of the night, Feng Aotian rushed to Feihe City and went to the altar on his own.
The saint was already waiting for her to drive. Seeing her inside, she slowly stepped forward and saluted, "Subordinates, see the Lord."
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at her unchanged face for thousands of years, with a small smile at the corner of her mouth, "Do you know the purpose of my coming?"
For the saint in front of her, she was a woman, so naturally she didn't need to call herself "Master", but asked normally.
The saint nodded, "The subordinate sensed the breath of the meteor, and he has already told the subordinate."
"Well, is there any news I can know?"
Feng Aotian stepped forward slowly, sat on the main seat, picked up the tea cup, and took a sip.
"The subordinates only know that the Holy Lord has turned on the Phoenix Weeping Blood, and it is foreshadowing that the blood will flow into a river. As for the things thousands of years ago, the altar suffered a catastrophe. Regarding the things of the year, it has been destroyed. Now, there is nothing The record." The saint whispered, standing on one side.
Feng Aotian put down the tea cup, "How many times does Phoenix cry blood?"
"This... the subordinates don't know." The saint looked down and replied.
Feng Aotian's eyes sank, "Is there any other way?"
"Holy Lord, you are not finished now, and you have absorbed the virgin body of the cat father and all his skills. Your skills have increased greatly. There is a door of wishing in the holy pond. You can try it. If you can Open it, maybe you can find what you want." The saint looked at her and whispered.
Feng Aotian looked at her, "Has anyone opened this door?"
"Except for the Holy Lord who died thousands of years ago, no one has opened it." The saint replied.
"I'll check it out." Feng Aotian said, then turned around and walked towards the holy pond.
The saint stood there, watching her leaving, suddenly turned around, sighing helplessly.
Feng Aotian walked to the holy pool, surrounded by white mist, she slowly moved forward, closed her eyes, sensing the white light around her, until a strong beam of light pierced her, she then sat cross-legged with both palms. Gather internal strength, and then fight forward.
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