Chapter 867: Complaint

In the evening, the setting sun slanted west, and the training ground behind the Blue Mansion was tired.
Feng Lingyu's "accusation" with a nose and tears, "Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! !"
Lan Feng also whizzed and panted tiredly, and turned his head to look at him, "This is what you asked for, and the master didn't force you. Besides, your physical stamina is so poor, so it's good practice."
Ye Lingyun said next to him, "Yes, I think such training is particularly good!"
Long Feiye sat up and looked at Feng Lingyu contemptuously, "Do you know how good training this is? If you run out of spiritual power when you are fighting against others, you will know how important your physical fitness is. Go! Ignorance."
Feng Lingyu didn't say much immediately, anyway, he said that it was useless, he had been practicing for a day.
Qingcheng smiled faintly, "Okay, you guys quickly get up to clean up, soak in a hot bath, after a while, take you to Qinfang Pavilion."
"Really? Haha! Great! I finally feel comfortable!" Feng Lingyu jumped up immediately.
Qingcheng took out three small bottles and said, "Take it! If you don't want to break the picture, apply it to the wound on your face after the shower, and there should be no traces at night."
Feng Lingyu exclaimed: "So amazing?"
A few people took it, and Long Feiye immediately opened it and smelled it, "It smells good! What is this? Is it ointment?"
"Scarring cream."
Feng Lingyu was in a good mood, "This really solves my heart problem. I was just worried about my face, how can I meet people! Ahaha! Qingcheng, you are so thoughtful!"
"Really? Then you will practice every day? Until when you can complete all the projects in a quarter of an hour?" Qingcheng said lightly.
Feng Lingyu quickly got up and grabbed the bottle in his hand, "Well, I'm going to take a bath now! I'm leaving now!"
As he said, he dashed away like running away, Lan Feng smiled and shook his head, "This kid."
Ye Lingyun also got up and said, "I'm going too."
Long Feiye immediately got up and walked to Qingcheng, a little embarrassed: "Do you still have this ointment?"
Qingcheng raised his eyebrows faintly, "What's wrong? Is this bottle not enough for you?"
Long Fei's eyes flickered slightly in the night, with a guilty conscience.
"Hey... that... I just want to keep more... self-defense, for self-defense!"
Self-defense? She didn't believe it, but she didn't reveal it, and took out another bottle, "Here you are."
"Anything else?" Long Feiye looked at her asking for help.
"The amount of two bottles, let alone smear your entire face, is enough for you to use on your body, it is enough for dozens of times! You are not training here every day? Besides, you can still get injured like this every day. , That also shows that you are too bad." Qingcheng glanced at him lightly.
Long Feiye immediately replied, "Who said I was preparing for training here?"
Qingcheng wondered, wasn't this preparation? If you fight with people, don't you have spiritual defense?
Receiving the skeptical gaze stolen by Qingcheng, Long Feiye immediately smiled, "Everyone has a little secret! If you have one, give me another bottle, and another bottle is enough."
Qingcheng took out another bottle again, and Long Fei quickly grabbed it because he was afraid that Qingcheng would regret it. Then he said: "Thank you! Thank you very much! Haha!" Then the smoke disappeared.
Looking at the direction he was leaving, Qingcheng raised his eyebrows faintly, and couldn't help muttering to himself: "Is it because he is often beaten?"