Chapter 171 Self-Inflicted Sin, Type 3, Seven

Feng Xingying suddenly turned around and stabbed a needle in his neck.

The whole world is quiet.

"I said, shut up for me during my treatment, otherwise I'll get out." Feng Xingying glanced at Qin Shiyi: "Do you still want to have dinner?"

"It's reads;!" Qin Shiyi immediately responded very politely: "Whoever dares to make any noise, don't blame me for being rude."

Gu Dandan, who still wanted to talk nonsense, immediately closed his mouth hard. This person's disguise is obviously the guard of the Leng Palace. The strength of the guards in the Leng Palace is seen by everyone in Ningzhou City, and she does not dare to provoke them.

Poor Ning Liantian just woke up, found himself lying on the grill, and was stunned when he heard the word "dinner". Unfortunately, he was powerless to resist, and could only try to straighten up.

"Lie down." Feng Xingying said fiercely: "Don't move, or you will be thrown into the fire."

Throwing it in the fire and roasting it on the grill, isn't it all dead?

Ning Liantian still lay down obediently. He had been a craft refiner for decades, and he always had some fire resistance.

While roasting and roasting, Feng Xingying cut a few knives on Ning Liantian's body, punctured a few points with a silver needle, and added some light yellow fragrant powder.

It looks like a barbecue.

Especially Yunxiang, she kept her eyes open and watched without blinking. Every time her young lady taught her how to cook, she only spoke with her mouth. It was the first time that she did it.

After a while, some black, white, and red blood and sweat dripped from Ning Liantian's body and fell on the fire, giving off a strange smell.

"Renxiang, boil the water." Feng Xingying ordered suddenly.

What do you boil water for? Do you have to cook it after you bake it? This way of saving lives is really eye-opening.

I heard that the eldest miss of the Feng family is reckless and maverick, shouldn't she, really want to try cooking people?

Master Wei wanted to speak again, but was pulled by Sister Mei, shook his head at him and gave him a reassuring look.

Master Wei and Sister Mei seemed to have a very good relationship, but they really quieted down and quietly watched the cruel game of cooking the living.

No, seeing that the roast was almost done, the oil was flowing, the blood was flowing, and the person was almost dry, Feng Xingying finally asked gracefully:

"Is it hot?"

"Hot!" Ning Liantian was really hot, but he felt something about his body and understood that Feng Xingying was a healer and was helping him.

He is an honest and stamina refiner. Naturally, he cooperates with Feng Xingying obediently. No matter how hot it is, it is better than being poisoned by a slut. Baked, I didn't hum a word.

Feng Xingying couldn't help but respect him, so he gave up the idea of ​​letting Qin Shiyi carry it, but lifted the restraint on his body and rubbed the big iron pot next to him with his mouth:

"There's something hotter, would you like to try it?"

Ning Liantian only glanced at the boiling water, then closed his eyes, stood up abruptly, flipped, and fell into the boiling water with precision, but there was no splash.

Then?

After Feng Xingying finished roasting the meat, she was ready to make soup.

There is still the smell of meat on the grill over there, and in the bucket here, light smoke has already begun to rise from Ning Liantian's head.

And Feng Xingying even added something to the soup, and then put a few needles on the person.

After being busy for a while, Feng Xingying finally stopped, sat back to the previous position, picked up the clear purple jade teacup, and tasted tea quietly.

It was as if none of that had happened just now.

There are also people in the yard and the people in the pot, all of which have nothing to do with her.