Chapter 188 Pastry Three
Withered wood became popular and decided to go into battle in person.
Go down with a bite of pastry.
Mmmm, delicious, so delicious, any more?
and many more!
He can't be so unpromising, he can't be bought off by one bite.
Withered Wood Man narrowed his eyes and pretended to speak in a high-level manner: "The method of making this cake is unique, and it has its own advantages and disadvantages from my Lian'er."
Sesame's eyes widened, and he stared at Daoist Dead Wood, his little eyes were very realistic, as if he was saying: Uncle, if you tell a lie, you will be struck by thunder.
Qin Molin was very satisfied with Sesame's performance, and rewarded him with a piece of cake.
Well, there is something delicious, I'll let you go for the time being. Sesame narrowed his eyes, enjoying the meal.
The dead wood man couldn't hang on his face, so he could only look for face in another way:
"I said that Qin Zong's vision is so high, why did he find a vulgar fan, it turned out to be because she is good at cooking. I really don't understand the life of you young people more and more, hey, I'm old, and I can't keep up with the times. ."
"That vulgar fan who makes cakes is Feng Xingying's maid.
Everyone has a different division of labor, especially since the youth of the spiritual is limited, and should not be wasted on these useless things. It's not that I, Qin Molin, can't support my servants. My woman doesn't need to practice rough work like washing and cooking. "Qin Molin chuckled lightly with a doting face.
It was not a day for them to meet Qin Molin. How could they have seen him show such an expression?
The dead wood man was speechless for a while, and he didn't say anything else about his little princess Nangong Yulian.
He could see clearly that Feng Xingying, a beauty, was poisonous, and Qin Molin's poisoning was so deep that there was no cure.
He was suddenly looking forward to something that could happen in the soul realm that was rare in a century.
What if Feng Xingying's soul was injured, or he could never wake up?
...
Feng Xingying opened his eyes again after feeling a tingling pain in his head, and his eyes were completely different.
This is a large primitive forest, which is different from the monster forest in Yunxi Continent. The surrounding scenery and trees are more primitive and there are many cherished spiritual plants.
It's a pity that this is an illusion, and things can't be taken out, so Feng Xingying can only regret it.
"Master, where is this place?" Watermelon stretched out her claws, her body became larger, larger, and became moderately large. After she just sat down with Feng Xingying alone, she stopped growing.
It knew that Feng Xingying didn't like too big ones. This is just right, not only can carry Feng Xingying forward, but will not be disliked.
Who knew Feng Xingying took a picture of the red and green turtle skin: "Can you still get smaller? The smaller the better."
"Ah? Master doesn't want a mount?" Watermelon looked confused.
"No need for now." Feng Xingying shook his head: "Until the critical moment, don't come out and make trouble."
"Oh." The watermelon was always obedient, and obediently became half the size of a palm, and got into Feng Xingying's pocket.
A smile appeared on Feng Xingying's face.
Although he didn't know any soul realm rules in advance, Feng Xingying could roughly guess that there would be no peace here.
The threat came not only from the illusion itself, but also from the people who tried with her.
In the fantasy realm of the Nangong family of the royal family, maybe there will be something you don't want to see.
Hidden watermelon, a Tier 3 spirit beast, gave people the illusion that she didn't have a spirit beast, and it was also a hole card that Feng Xingying left for herself.
What's more, since it is an experience, she also wants to try her own strength.
Feng Xingying is not very clear about other aspects of Soul Trial. There is only one point: that is, you can experience the true feeling of death for free here, but you will not really die.