Chapter 7 Who Is the Little Bastard?

When Feng Yuelu woke up the next day, she saw the doctor shaking her head helplessly:

"The fifth lady's injury was infused with fire spirit power. Ordinary medicines can only heal wounds, but cannot remove scars. Unless you can get a celestial jade pill. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Feng Yuelu was anxious: "I don't care, you are a doctor, you must cure me."

"It's not that I don't try my best. If there is no Tianjing Jade Rongdan, the gods can't be saved. Fortunately, the wound is not deep and will not affect the body."

"Then what about my face?" Feng Yuelu's eyes showed deep resentment.

Feng Yuelu didn't know that she was injured by spiritual power. If she didn't have the Tianjing Jade Rongdan, which was hard to find, she would be disfigured for the rest of her life. When she attacked Feng Xingying yesterday, she was right on this point, but she didn't expect the retribution to come so quickly.

No, she is not reconciled, she does not believe.

She is still a third-order spiritual person. In the main house yesterday, she was just attacked by Feng Xingying, and she didn't have time to use her spiritual power.

Today, she must find her way back.

Now that she has torn her face, she doesn't have to pretend to be a good sister if you die or I live.

...

Star Phoenix Garden.

"Feng Xingying, Feng Xingying, get out of here!" Feng Yuelu's voice was full of exasperation.

Feng Xingying's mouth twitched slightly and opened the door.

What greeted her was a soft black leather whip, slamming the door of Xingying's face.

Feng Xingying, like an agile civet cat, dodged aside, the whip slammed on the delicate wooden door, making a harsh click.

"Little bastard, how dare you hide?!" Feng Yuelu was furious, her fierceness revealed, and she was about to rush up again with a whip.

Feng Xingying was the most timid in the past. Feng Yuelu understood that every time Feng Yuexian gave her a whip, she would be honest.

She has pretended to be a good person for so long, and at this time she also wanted to learn how to use a whip to whip someone. Anyway, Feng Xingying is a waste, so while her grandmother is away, it's better to whip her out.

Feng Yuelu didn't hold back at all, wishing she could smash Feng Xingying's face with a single whip.

Unexpectedly, Feng Xingying raised her hand and snatched Feng Yuelu's whip from the air.

Feng Yuelu couldn't pull out this whip.

Because at the moment, she was screaming while clutching her right wrist, and the whip was nesting in Feng Xingying's hand.

Before Feng Yuelu could figure out what happened, her wrist had already been slapped.

Feng Xingying held the leather whip in her hand and looked at Feng Yuelu with a smile.

"Little bastard, how dare you!" Feng Yuelu saw that Feng Xingying was going to do something, and shouted sharply, "You dare to touch me just because you are a waste?"

"Snapped!"

Feng Xingying fell with a whip, accompanied by Feng Yuelu's screams.

"Who are you calling a bastard?" Feng Xingying lashed out again.

"You, you dare to hit me? Ah!"

"Let me ask you one more question, who are you calling a bastard?" Feng Xingying just slammed her head down. "Is it fun to smoke people? I think it's normal."

Feng Yuelu was in severe pain and wanted to hide.

But somehow, Feng Xingying's whip seemed to have eyes, and every time it landed on the sore spot, it never landed on the hands, face, etc. where it was visible at a glance.

She is a third-order spirit, different from ordinary people. Even the spirits who have just entered, because they can communicate the power of the elements for their own use, they have much stronger abilities than ordinary people.

However, Feng Yuelu wanted to summon the earth spirit power that she was good at, but she felt that her whole body had collapsed and she couldn't summon it at all.

One whip, two whips, three whips...

"Say, who's the little bastard?" Feng Xingying asked patiently after whipping a few whips.

At the beginning, Feng Yuelu was still stubborn, and then she was forced to shut up obediently, but Feng Xingying had no plans to let her go.

If it goes on like this, she will be beaten to death!

Feng Yuelu felt unbearable pain all over her body, and under Feng Xingying's pressure, she had to hurriedly respond: "I, it's me."

"How are you? I can't hear you clearly."

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