Chapter 667 Fireworks II

It's a pity that he didn't even have a chance to shoot.

A piece of tail feathers, inserted straight into his chest, exploded with a bang.

"As soon as the younger brother joined the group, he set off fireworks for the elder brothers as a greeting."

With Feng Xingying's cold voice, Li Kegon's fat body was ignited, exploded, and sent into the air by the sudden burst of flames.

Then, fell heavily.

This is Feng Xingying's local transformation ability, which is comparable to the flame burst bombs of modern weapons.

"I'm sorry, it's the first time I used this, I didn't grasp the proper measure and scared you. I'll try my best to be gentle next time." Feng Xingying said.

Whoosh!

People in Black Panther can't wait to have eight legs and run as far as they can.

Offending such an evil god who set off fireworks on living people, is it still too long for life?

Even Li Kegon was set off by fireworks, and they were no match for Li Kegon.

Feng Xingying turned his head helplessly, and spread his hands to the stunned Wang Dazhui and others: "What I said is true."

Who believes!

I really didn't expect this little guy who was as pure as a little white sheep to move his hands, it was really scary.

As for whether killing Li Kegon would cause problems, Feng Xingying never thought about it.

He can come and bully her,

She can kill him, that's what the adventure group is good at.

This is the first time she has used the magic skill of setting off fireworks~~~ Next time, she can control it better.

This partial transformation is indeed a perfect fit for the magical ability given by the crystal nucleus. Feng Xingying is very satisfied and very practical.

Feng Xingying felt that he was frightening these few, so he could only leave in a hurry, and sneakily found a place to enter the space.

The industrious sesame seeds in the space have sown another piece of land, and are comforting themselves by eating their mouths.

The watermelon is still the same, quietly hanging in the air of the flame pool.

When the queen bee was also out of the city, she was sent by Fengxingying to find something and was not with them.

Everything is so warm, only Feng Xingying's heart is missing a piece.

Feng Xingying didn't dare to stay in the space for too long, so after refining two pots of medicinal pills, she lightly returned to the tent to rest.

She didn't know what Ji Jue was thinking, but she actually arranged the bed of one of her little servants in her own tent. Does the good leader of the regiment have a habit of cleanliness?

Feng Xingying sneaked into the tent like a thief, now Ji Jue is sitting quietly and picturesquely in front of the elegant red sandalwood desk, frowning and raising a pen, but he has not written yet. His back is as beautiful as an ancient ink painting.

"You're back?" He didn't look up, still concentrating on painting.

"Yeah." Feng Xingying was a thief, and was a little afraid to look at his paintings, but he wanted to take a look.

Ji Jue stopped writing at this time, subconsciously placed his hand on the soft and delicate white hair of the steamed bun, turned the wheelchair, and looked at Feng Xingying:

"Murdered?"

"Yeah." Feng Xingying was still standing by the door, nodding.

She was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to get along with Ji Jue, especially since she had to sleep together at night...

Although there are different beds, this small tent feels really weird.

"Well, if you see someone who doesn't go your way, just kill them, don't worry, you are my person, killing a few people is nothing." Ji Jue waved to her:

"come over."

"Oh." Feng Xingying didn't want to get too close to him, but she was his sidekick now, so she couldn't help it.

She just got closer and closer, not knowing how she got past it.

Ji Jue was very patient, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he was unparalleled.

When Feng Xingying approached, he continued to smoothen the white cat in his arms with one hand, while the other hand gently picked up the painting on the table and handed it to Feng Xingying.

"Take it."

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