Chapter 11: Watching beast

C_t; "Hey, count your knowledge, if you are struggling again, you will stew!"
Ling Feng snorted and reached for the gold lion's head. Full chapter full text
This made the latter, chilling, and firmly believed that the "savage beast" in front of him could definitely make it.
Fortunately, it surrendered in time.
"嗷呜"
The golden lion screamed and spit out his tongue, licking the palm of his hand, and the face of the lion showed a very human smile.
"From now on, you are the watcher of the barren hill thatched cottage."
Ling Feng grinned.
This is a warrior-level monster, if the peaks and proud winds are not reconciled, they still want to find trouble with them.
Then they are looking for death.
A watchman can pat them all, and he doesn't need him at all.
"嗷呜"
The golden lion was quite wronged and nodded. It was a powerful monster, but now it is to watch the beast.
"Let's go, go back first."
Ling Feng patted the head of the golden lion and threw the green-headed leopard on his back. "This is to give the young lady a body, you can't steal it, or you will slap you." ""
The "嗷呜" golden lion is even more wronged.
However, I still nodded very obediently.
Qiuyang Gaozhao, Ling Feng returned to the thatched cottage with a golden lion.
The thatched cottage was all around, and there was cold wind blowing in. Even if Ling Qing was tightly wrapped in the quilt, it was still chilling.
This makes Ling Feng feel distressed.
He first cut the green leopard fur, and when it was too late to clean, it was covered in Ling Qing.
Ling Feng touched Ling Qing’s hot forehead and couldn’t help but frown, which was hotter than before.
"Hurry up, or stupid sister, I am afraid it will be more serious. Full chapter full text"
Ling Feng patted the golden lion, his eyes sharp and said. "She is my sister. If you dare to move her hair, I will lick you!"
"嗷呜"
The golden lion couldn't help but groan, whispered low and glanced at Lingqing, and reluctantly yielded.
Then, it lingered in front of the bamboo bed, which was like gold casting into the eyelids, hanging down, keeping the face and breath of Ling Qing in mind.
It is like a watcher.
Ling Feng nodded slightly, hurried out, picked up the stone pot, washed the red leaf fruit, the hot grass, threw it in, poured it into the water.
He learned the appearance of Ling Qing, gave birth to a fire, and began to cook medicine.
"Huh"
When the flame jumped a few times, it turned into a raging fire.
In a short time, the water boiled and bulged a large bubble, and the red leaf fruit and the hot grass, there is a juice outflow, so that the water, quickly change.
About Momo tea, Kung Fu, turned into a pot of pale blue potion, with a bitter and elegant aroma, escaped.
"Yes!"
Ling Feng waited for a moment, got up and put out the flame, took the stone pot down and poured it into a broken bowl.
"Silly sister, you will be fine."
Ling Feng walked into the thatched house with a stone bowl, blown the hot potion, and then took a sip, then opened the small mouth of Ling Qing and a little bit into the mouth of the latter...
This night, the cold wind screamed and rushed into the thatched cottage.
Ling Feng is like an octopus, holding the Ling Qing firmly, and pulling the green leopard skin tight.
"Silly sister, you have to get better soon."
Until, Ling Qing had a cold sweat, and his body was hot and gradually subsided. Ling Feng was relieved.
Ling Qing’s high fever has retreated.
The next day, Ling Feng climbed up early, his treasure was first, his body Kang Tai, a little cold wind, for him, just a little bit of tempering.
And the golden lion, the face is drooling, squatting beside the stone pot, the ram will flow down.
Because Ling Feng is washing and peeling the green-headed leopard, it becomes a piece of minced meat and is cooked in a stone pot.
After a short time, there was a scent of meat, which made the gold lion's tongue scream, and groaned, looking at the stone pot with pity.
It is a pity that Ling Feng is not blind to it, completely ignoring it.
This pot of green headed leopard broth is prepared for Ling Qing, even he is reluctant to eat, let alone a beast.
"Go away from the house and keep the young lady."
Ling Feng snorted and scared the golden lion. The fart turned back to the thatched cottage. The grievances were full of grievances. The master was too ferocious.
Even the beasts are abused!
"what"
Suddenly, there was a scream in the thatched cottage.
Ling Feng's face changed and he rushed into the thatched cottage in a few steps.
"Warrior-level gold lion, ah, the wind is running away!"
Ling Qing's little face is scared, hey, thin figure, like the slender sapling in the wind, it is distressing.
She struggled to get out of bed and wanted to keep the wind behind her.
Even if the body is weak, she still does not want Lingfeng to be injured, which makes Lingfeng feel, and her eyes are red and a few minutes of reading;
He stepped forward, picked up Ling Qing, put her on the bamboo bed, and smiled lightly. "Sisters don't be afraid, this is a monster I have conquered, use the door to see."
"what?!"
This time, Ling Qing called a louder voice, a pair of godless eyes, a look of incredible.
That is the military-level golden lion, don't say that the repair is a full-fledged Lingfeng, that is, even if she sees it, she must turn around and run.
but……
Suddenly, he thought of Ling Feng’s slap in the face of the three people who had turned the peak. For a time, he was also embarrassed.
It’s like a dream.
The glass vein, the younger brother who can only rely on the medicinal herbs to continue his life, is totally different now.
"Little wind, since you got sick, it seems to have become different." Ling Qing whispered.
"Yep?"
Ling Qing was shocked.
For a long time, Ling Qing is very lonely. If she let her know the true Ling Feng, she is already dead. She is afraid that she will be completely heartbroken.
He didn't want Ling Qing to know this fact.
Since he is born again, combining the memories of Juvenile Ling Feng, they are the same person.
"You are getting stronger and stronger!"
Ling Qing smiled lightly, coughed a few times, and the voice was a little pale, but he was really happy for Ling Feng.
"When I was seriously ill, I had a dream."
Ling Feng breathed a sigh of relief, said: "The dream tells me that the warrior must not only absorb the mysteriousness of the heavens and the earth, but also condense the infuriating spirit, but also be more powerful."
"And, physical fitness is also crucial."
"Yep"
Ling Qing nodded, no doubt he was, said: "That is waiting for my sister to be ill, and like you, strong body?"
"Right, what about the military-level golden lion?"
Suddenly, Ling Qing turned to look at the golden lion, very fearful.
That is a powerful beast, a claw can tear the ninth-level martial art, only the Lingwu Academy, the outside disciple, seeing it must be chilly and eclipsed.
"With three feet, it will surrender!"
Ling Feng lightly smiled, not wanting Ling Qing too worried.
However, the latter did not believe at all, the three-legged warrior-level monsters to surrender, she all wondered if Lingfeng had a fever.
However, the golden lion, but it is very serious and nodded.
It was smashed three feet, took a look, and then surrendered.
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