"How to do it."
It was late at night, and Lin Feng returned to his cabin. He still didn't think of a way to leave the clan - he was being watched, and it seemed that there was no way to escape.
Lin Feng felt panicked after not eating for a day.
Thinking that in a while, Yu Youshuo would call him to sleep with him again, his thoughts became even more confused.
When will these desperate days end? No matter what he was afraid of, before Lin Feng could recover, someone with a sword came from outside the house.
Wearing a long blue dress, her face looks like frost.
Her delicate and pretty face attracted the attention of countless disciples.
Shen Qing.
The inner elder.
"Elder Shen came to see Lin Feng again?"
"yes."
"Why is Lin Feng, just a furnace, so valued by Elder Shen?"
"Elder Shen is nothing. The one who really values him is the Holy Lady."
"Brother, be careful what you say."
"What are you afraid of? The saint is a genius who is rare to see in a million years. How about Lin Feng? After a while, the saint gets tired of playing, why don't you abandon her like a piece of shit?"
"That makes sense. The Saint is aloof and should treat Lin Feng just for fun."
"When will the saint fall in love with me? Even if she is just playing with me, I am willing to do so."
"As long as we practice hard, I will have a chance later."
"..."
"Lin Feng, come out."
Shen Qingluo stood in front of the cabin, feeling very angry.
It's all because of this annoying Lin Feng, who gave the saint some kind of ecstasy to make her obsessed with him, even killing the cauldron sent by the sect master.
It doesn't matter if you don't use the furnace and the cauldron to practice, but the saint of Hehuan Sect is happy every night and neglects to practice.
If this matter spreads out, wouldn't it make people laugh?
Squeak... The wooden door opened, and Lin Feng reluctantly walked out.
I miss his hut and resist going to see Yu Youshen.
I really want to transform into a Nascent Soul Stage monk, grab Shen Qing's collar and throw her away.
"What are you dawdling about?"
Seeing his procrastination, Shen Qing became even more angry.
He grabbed Lin Feng and summoned the flying sword.
He turned around and instantly turned into a stream of light and flew away.
Lin Feng was held in his hand, and the scenes of the Hehuan Sect flashed quickly in front of his eyes. The strong wind blew against his face, as if it could convey Shen Qing's anger.
Did this woman take pills today? Lin Feng suppressed the messed up hair and shouted at Shen Qing.
"Are you crazy?"
Shen Qing said nothing.
Very cold.
If the saint couldn't inherit the position of sect leader because Lin Feng neglected his cultivation, how could she live up to her master's instructions before his death?
Therefore, Lin Feng must be eliminated no matter what.
Shen Qing gritted his teeth and thought.
Soon, the majestic Palace of the Saint was already in sight.
There were still three feet off the ground, and Shen Qing let go.
Lin Feng was detached by inertia, screamed in surprise, and rolled away along the ground.
The speed is so fast and the inertia is so strong, it is no less than being knocked away by a high-speed horse.
Suddenly, blood dripped all over his body.
"Are you sick!"
Lin Feng got up from the ground and began to curse.
Shen Qing snorted coldly and bowed to the palace door: "Holy girl, please bring..."
"Snapped!"
The palace door had not opened, and Yu Youxun did not appear, but a force came from somewhere and hit Shen Qing's face directly, causing her face to twist and blood to flow from the corner of her mouth.
This time, she was completely blindsided. She covered her face and stood there in a daze.
Yu You's familiar voice came from all directions.
"Elder Shen, if you dare to touch Lin Feng again, just go to Wanchong Cliff."
"......yes."
Shen Qing lowered his head, a flash of fear flashing in his eyes.
Wan Chong Cliff, the forbidden area of Hehuan Sect!
Countless ferocious insects are bred inside, and one bite would be worse than death.
If she goes there, she won't be able to come out without peeling off her skin!
For Lin Feng's sake, the saint actually asked her to go to Wanchong Cliff?
Shen Qing stayed in front of the palace gate for a long time, and finally left bitterly with his sword.
Drifting in the air, passing through several clouds.
Thinking of her master's instructions before her death, she became more determined to get rid of Lin Feng.
In her opinion, the Saint has been deceived by Lin Feng.
If not removed.
It will become a big problem in the future.
"Lin Feng, come in." Yu Youshu ordered and his voice disappeared.
The palace door opens automatically.
Lin Feng took a breath and walked into the hall.
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Inside the pink curtain, Yu Youxue rolled up Lin Feng's sleeves, revealing a large scratch that was shocking.
Lin Feng was her furnace, but he was actually hurt.
Damn Shen Qing...
Yu Youxuan thought so and took out a small porcelain bottle from the storage ring.
After pulling out the cork, the aroma of the medicine overflows. It is obviously not an ordinary product.
She took out a dab of ointment from the bottle and gently applied it on Lin Feng's wound.
I don't know what this medicine is made of. It is refreshing and cooling, and it instantly relieves the pain. Lin Feng subconsciously lowered his head and saw Yu You's beautiful profile.
Her long hair fell on her shoulders, with a few strands flowing down her cheeks and into the collar of her white gown.
Slightly red cheeks, slightly raised corners of the mouth.
And her gentle movements when applying the medicine...
A frown and a smile, so gentle.
It would be a pity if Lin Feng had never seen her paranoid and crazy look.
I have never seen those mortals who died unjustly.
If she wasn't the Holy Maiden of Acacia, and if she could have countless cauldrons follow her at the touch of a finger... it would really be a beautiful encounter.
Unfortunately, she is.
Lin Feng felt a sense of nausea, and immediately withdrew his hand and rolled up his sleeves.
"It doesn't hurt, no need for medicine."
"It will leave scars."
"I'm not a woman, I don't care about this."
"..."
Yu Youzhen's eyelids twitched and he wanted to immediately press Lin Feng onto the bed and suck him into a mummy.
He gritted his teeth and dropped the porcelain jar.
"Paint it yourself!"
"It's best not to do anything to make me unhappy."
"Otherwise, you know the consequences!"
Yu You understood very well that Lin Feng just disliked her and thought she had many furnaces.
But why does he think that a saint from the Hehuan Sect must practice dual cultivation?
She, Yu You, is extremely talented. She is only nineteen years old and has already reached the level of Nascent Soul. Does he think that she can reach this level with just a few cauldrons?
Mad!
Thinking of this, Yu You's innocent and charming face suddenly showed a very contrasting cruelty.
"Hurry and apply it, then go to bed with me."
"..."
Seeing her gloomy expression, Lin Feng did not dare to resist.
If he had just received the system, or in other words, had just received the gift of immortality, he would have dared to resist.
Later he understood that this was the world of immortality.
Death is not terrible.
The most terrifying thing is that life is worse than death.
How could he, a small third-level Qi practitioner with the most ordinary cauldron, be able to defeat the witch? Thinking of this, he resignedly picked up the medicine jar and applied it on the wound.
After applying it, go to bed as usual.
As soon as the clouds and rain ended, it was already two hours later.
Lin Feng lay on the bed, his fingertips numb with pleasure.
He had to admit that no matter how much he resisted in his heart and rejected Yu Youshen mentally, his body was already honest.
All I can say is that she is indeed a witch.
However, he cannot sink into this and become a dispensable and unclear furnace.
Lin Feng blinked.
At least leave the sect to earn some points first...
