Chapter 13: The Phoenix family used to roast chicken is really hot.

Lan Zhen refused to give up, and put forward some novel and fun ideas to get Fengqin's attention. If it was in the past, the little phoenix who stayed in Xumi's illusion all year round had let Lan Zhen lead the way, but now he has only received unreasonable rejection from Xiao Dianzi. In the end, Feng Qin didn't bother to entangle him, so he just wanted to leave - but when he turned his head, he thought about it and turned to Lan Zhen and said, "Your subordinates saw Lin Zhi on this mountain with his own eyes?"
Lan Zhen didn't understand the question, so he nodded blankly.
Feng Qin hesitated and whispered slowly: "Then have they seen one... um... like an immortal god, with a delicate face and a talking eyes, with long satin-like black hair, which looks very nice. Anyway, everything is going up like an immortal person?"
Xiao Dianzi's cheeks flushed, and he thought of when he was lying in his arms.
Lan Zhen, who thought Feng Qin would ask something serious, said, "..." What you said was a person? Is it a line taken from a secular book?
Noting Lan Zhen's weird gaze, Feng Qin coughed, and the blush faded from his white face, and he returned to his usual arrogant look: "Don't get me wrong, I don't like him, I'm just a little curious."
Lan Zhen put down the fan in his hand: "...I'll ask."
Seeing Feng Qin descending the mountain with joy before, Lan Zhen thought he had a great opportunity on this mountain. Because of the differences in the identities of the two parties, it was not easy to ask directly. But I didn't think it was about a beauty.
He asked the previous subordinates who were in charge of tracking Lin Zhizhi through the sound transmission dense conch, and the answer was that he had never seen anyone else. Only one person scratched his head and asked him hesitantly: "Lan Shao, cut this bunch of adjectives. Lin Zhizhi?"
An angry Lan Zhen almost smashed the dense snail: "Fuck! You can't think about it with your head! It's all over the world with black hair!"
Moreover, since that time as a child, he never admits that Lin Zhizhi is good-looking! Refuse!
Putting the snails in the ring of the universe, Lan Zhen took a deep breath and said to Fengqin; "I haven't seen it before, Xu is a person who originally lived on this mountain."
Feng Qin was a little disappointed and nodded. With a wave of his small hand, he left a sentence before leaving to dispel Lan Zhen's intention to stop his behavior: "I'm leaving. I will help you teach Lin Zhizhi when I have time."
As for when this "free time" is, genius knows.
Before he finished speaking, Lan Zhen had time to say something in the future. Feng Qin couldn't wait to crush the charms given by his father, his figure gradually disappeared, and he returned to the Xumi Fantasy Realm.
When Fengqin's figure appeared in Xumi's illusion, the first person he saw was his father.
In the magnificent palace, the demon Xiu Fengshuang in the transformation stage was holding a book with one hand behind him. Feeling the fluctuation of the spiritual energy in front of him, he put down the book and looked over.
Seeing his son's return, the unfurious man snorted coldly, "Do you still know that you're back?"
Feng Qin coughed and blinked, not afraid of facing his father's anger. The child tore off the cloak from under his shoulders and came to his father's side. He answered the question, "Isn't my father going to Tianyin? Why did he come back so soon?"
Although Feng Shuang was unhappy, she still answered her son's question: "Your mother felt that the spiritual energy contained in your magic weapon was imprisoned, and she was so far away, so she asked me to come back as soon as possible. Where have you been? Didn't I warn you? , Don’t you take a step out of the Xumi illusion before you become an adult?"
Feng Qin didn't care: "I just went to Uchiyama for a stroll, it's okay—"
Looking at his son’s disapproving face, Feng Shuang’s eyebrows were raised, and the pressure of the transformation stage filled his body, and Feng Qin couldn’t move: "The spirit that imprisons you is far above being a father. Noisy, something will happen someday!"
After speaking, with a wave of his long sleeves, Feng Qin, who was unable to move, was moved to the room, and his father's cold voice was still left in his ears: "Punish you not to leave the room for a week."
When Feng Qin regained his body's initiative, the first thing he did was beat the door and shouted: "Father! Let me go out! I have something to ask you to help me! Father!"
It's a pity that this time Feng Shuang was determined to discipline his ineffective youngest son. No matter how Feng Qin called, he ignored him. In the end, Xiao Dianzi was so exhausted that he turned over and fell on the bed, remembering the boy on the mountain just now.
The sound and appearance are still in front of my ears, I really want to see it right away.
Holding his big face, Feng Qin rolled over on the bed with an itchy heart.
...
#不见那少年的第一日，想他#
#I didn’t see the boy's second day, miss him very much#
#The third day of the boy who didn’t see him, I missed him very much#
...
When the imprisonment in Fengqin's room disappeared, he had already written in his mind a novel about his encounter, acquaintance, and love with the boy. It was 300,000 words long and rich in content.
The first thing after Xiao Zhengtai, who was in love with the first love, came out, was to let his father look for the trace of the boy, but Feng Shuang had already cooperated with his friends to go to the secret realm at that time, and never returned. Disappointed, Feng Qin had no choice but to ignore his father's ban and forcibly went out to try his luck to find the boy.
From the original iceberg to the inner palace, from day to night...All the disciples saw an uncertain dough child wandering in the sword sect.
Sword Sect Luo Xian was so big after all, it really made him meet once.
Unlike Feng Qin, Lin Zhizhi did not take this matter to heart after that. For him, he just saved a person with a small effort. Although there are some twists and turns in the middle, it is not worth his constant concern. At present, the most important thing is to cultivate.
After practicing swords a hundred times a day, Lin Zhizhiben, who was consciously more and more comfortable, wanted to ask Master Master to comment on it, but after thinking about it, he decided to go through actual combat to determine his level. He went to the Outer Sect's quest and found office and received a disciple quest of "Clean up the fourth-level guinea pigs on Heyan Mountain". The reward was not high, only ten points and ten low-grade spirit stones.
Seeing that Lin Zhizhi looks good, the brother who was in charge of publishing the task hesitated to remind him when he took the task for him: "This task will take a long time. If the brother is a newcomer, I have some other things that are relatively suitable for you. task……"
Lin Zhizhi shook his head and took out the token that symbolized his discipleship: "No, that's it."
What he liked was the large number of guinea pigs, suitable for sword practice.
Seeing this brother insisted on being so persistent, the brother was too hard to say anything, so he flashed a token in his hand and took over the task for him.
When Lin Zhizhi met Feng Qin again, it was he who had just cleaned up the first wave of guinea pigs, ran out of food and water, and returned to supply them. After he packed the food into the Universe Ring, a pair of small hands hugged his waist from behind: "I finally found you!"
He was startled, and when he turned around, he found that the former doughter was looking at him excitedly.
Doughzi wore a bright yellow shirt today, which made his whole person shining, especially after seeing Lin Zhi, his eyes fluttered with joy.
Lin Zhizhi glanced at the favorability rating on his head: [Fengqin, favorability index is 95, attitude is wanting to see]/[Fengqin, favorability index is -10, attitude is hostile], silent for a while and responded: " meet again."
Feng Qin finally found him. He was very happy. He didn't mind that the other person's attitude was a little cold, and he hugged his waist, "I have been looking for you for a long time, where have you been? I saw you on the mountain..." By the way, what is your name?"
Looking at the smiling face, Lin Zhizhi couldn't tell his real name, so he avoided the last question: "Well, I have been outside the clan recently. It's normal if you can't find me."
Feng Qinguo was really distracted: "What are you doing outside the clan?"
Lin Zhizhi took the opportunity to take away his hand: "I took a sect mission, and I'm about to complete it now. Let's not talk about it, I'm in a hurry."
The yellow little dough child suddenly opened his eyes, and grabbed the corner of the boy's clothes with his little hands: "I want to go too! I'll go with you!"
Lin Zhizhi: "..."
"I can do everything! Take me there!" He demonstrated strength and hugged his thigh.
"What will you do?" Lin Zhizhi hesitated.
Fengqin rubbed his face and said, "I...I can fight! I'm great! I can..."
Too eagerly, he couldn't find his second advantage besides "fighting", so he stomped his feet in a hurry.
Perhaps what Lin Zhizhi needs least is the skill point of "fighting". He patted Feng Qin's face and silently refused.
"I...I know how to warm the bed!" Zhengtai took the words that he had made up his mind inadvertently out of his mouth.
"..."
Seeing the opponent's rejection, Feng Qin was extremely anxious. The Phoenix Clan could have stirred up fires, but because of Little Phoenix's emotional instability, a few flashes of sparks appeared in the air.
Zhengtai didn't pay attention, Lin Zhizhi suddenly remembered the identity that Zhengtai had told him in front of him, and his eyes lit up: "You will make a fire?"
Although I don’t understand why the Youth Association would ask this, Feng Qin nodded vigorously, and followed his intentions to sell hard: "Well! The fire I made is so big that it also contains spiritual energy! When I get older, I will be able to generate my life without extinguishing the fire. Up!"
Lin Zhizhi groaned for a while, touched his nose, and said embarrassedly: "If you really want to go with me, it's okay, but... the roast chicken for dinner will be yours."
As soon as he said this, if there were other people here, he would surely bleed: That is the real fire of the Feng Clan! At the extreme level of cultivation, it is the legendary one that does not put out the fire and can burn everything. If you use this kind of flame to refine the pill, you can increase the odds by one level. Lin Zhizhi wanted to use it to roast chicken! Simply violent.
But Feng Qin didn't realize that he was sick, and on the contrary, Hapi nodded his head: "I will definitely roast the chicken well and try to roast the best chicken."
Lin Zhizhi expressed his appreciation for his fighting spirit.
#凤族老祖泉下有知死不枑目#
#The rest of the cultivators who paid a huge and even life price for borrowing the Feng Clan to not put out the fire would climb out of the coffin even if the dog took it, and shouted the sentence with this decadent voice: Go to Nima! ! #