Freed from the icy cold wind blade, Lin Feng just felt at ease, and then his forehead felt swollen. Not only was his soul overused this time, he also exhausted his cultivation.
His vision went dark, and he fell onto her chest.
She didn't expect Lin Feng to be so fragile. Yao Mei'er was so frightened that she screamed, her Qi flowed automatically, and she noticed that his breathing was weak and his heartbeat was slow.
Um? Senior brother, is this a loss of strength?
Huh? How come you only have this little cultivation?
It's strange. The meridians in his body are constricted. What kind of exercises can he practice to injure the flower spirit?
Completely unaware that Lin Feng had been faking it before the two sisters, Yao Meier boldly investigated.
The more she checked, the more incredible it became. In the end, she even secretly pierced the belly of Lin Feng's middle finger, looked around guiltily, and sucked a drop of blood that seeped out into her mouth.
Completely shocked, Yao Meier looked at Lin Feng with extremely complicated expressions, the light on the knife in her hand hesitating.
No wonder you were able to come out alive. Your aura is so similar to that of the Little Dragon King. Those two are reluctant to kill you, right?
All the secrets of the superficial body were exposed, and Lin Feng didn't know that he had just left the dragon pond and entered the tiger's den.
The breath quickly weakened, and Yao Meier was startled. She thought that he was seriously injured in Shuangjiao Mansion, but she never thought that it was because of the strong wind in the sky that Lin Feng's weak soul could not withstand the torment.
For ordinary monks, flying over mountains and seas is already the limit. If their cultivation is not enough and their physique is not strong, who dares to stand up to Gang Feng!
But that’s what Lin Feng did!
That's all, you saved my life anyway, how can I be the one who repays kindness with hatred?
After looking up and down, he hugged Lin Feng and flew into the largest brothel in the city.
The building was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, business was booming, the door was crowded with guests, there was a lot of traffic in front of the door, and two groups of waiters were waiting to see them off.
There is a lot of etiquette between men and women, it is not an ordinary place for fireworks.
Red Mansion!
One sentence has many meanings, and the red building stands tall.
I don’t know which room Yao Meier placed Lin Feng in. When she appeared from the corner of the stairs, she was dressed as a man, and Mudan and others were already waiting in the court.
"I will go to the sky, and you will be able to watch me."
A few people nodded and dispersed everywhere.
In order not to attract attention, she first flew down from the building, intending to leave the city and then go to Yunjian Cave. By coincidence, as soon as she landed, she saw a familiar figure from behind.
"Little man, stop!"
The other party was not familiar with this title, but her voice was too familiar to the owner of her back.
"Little female snake, are you calling me?"
Hua Ling sneered and turned around, her red eyes very enchanting.
From the wound on her neck, blood had a tendency to surge out uncontrollably. Yao Meier turned around and flew out of the city.
"Run, why don't you run?"
Dahe blocked the way, and Yao Meier had no intention of running away.
Without taking out any weapons, she turned to look at Hua Ling.
"Let me ask you, what kind of skills does that husband demon practice?"
"Why, if someone saves your life and you follow my example and stab someone in the back, then you will become a villain."
Slowly approaching, two red damasks intertwined with each other appeared on Hua Ling's body.
Her expression changed slightly, and Yao Meier emphasized her tone.
"I'm not here to fight with you. This man's skills are so magical that I've never heard of them. I'm just here to ask. If you don't want to tell me, then let's go."
She was about to turn around and leave, but Hua Ling suddenly became interested and moved in front of her in an instant, with a playful expression on her face.
"Oh? It sounds like you know some of his secrets?"
With her mind racing, Hua Ling noticed that the other party's knee had touched her stomach, and she was not surprised by this.
"The meridians in his body look like that of a mortal, and his cultivation is also very weak. I met him by chance on the road, and he left in a hurry after landing. He can really hurt you, aren't you just playing a trick?"
"You don't seem surprised that I broke through to the Taixu Realm. Why, did he even tell you this?"
"First, what kind of skill is he? Second, are you deliberately teaming up to play me?"
"you guess!"
At this point in the conversation, Hua Ling let go of Yao Mei'er, turned around and walked towards the river, seemingly leaving without giving her an answer.
"Hmph, if the Little Dragon King wants to become an immortal, he must have my grandfather's help. You and I will exchange information. How about I ask my grandfather to help him?"
"Why does it feel so unreal to me?"
Examine, turn around, the two confront each other.
"Hmph, when I have enough experience, I will catch up with you soon, so don't be so proud!"
"It seems you have some guesses?"
Hua Ling remained calm and unhurried, but at this moment, a faint red light began to beat in her heart, and the chirping and sweet sound of the hornbill came. She listened carefully and watched the charming eyes gradually become sharp.
"Haha, so what about the Silver Snake? What about experience? As long as you have flesh and blood, you can only become my plaything and my technique? Why should I tell you!"
There was room for negotiation, but Yao Meier didn't know why Hua Ling suddenly regretted it, so she decided not to be nagging.
"Haha, talk or not, we still don't know who will win. You two little bitches, just wait for me!"
He scolded her loudly, patted the magic weapon on her waist, and Yao Meier disappeared from the spot.
The anger on his face gradually disappeared, the red light slowly receded, and Hua Ling fell into a kind of self-doubt.
Sister, even you think that I am unsettled and have no hope of immortality?
She raised her head and looked at the sky. In Shuangjiao Mansion, the wind spirit was also looking down at the earth.
Experience? Why should I practice? This is the first time for everyone. I just want to live freely, live forever, and become an immortal. Is it really that important?
She was obsessed and murmuring.
"Confused!" Feng Ling in the cave held his forehead.
However, we are just a ploy by the demon clan. Will my sister get too involved in the drama?
Still confused, Hua Ling looked at the river in front of her and stamped her feet angrily.
Boom!
The land is deeply sunk, a huge pit appears outside Dragon City, the rushing river is like a trickle, and a huge lake is slowly forming.
I'm not happy anymore!
Suddenly the red light in his heart dispersed, Hua Ling turned around and walked towards Dragon City as if he was angry.
In the Red Mansion, Yao Meier suddenly appeared in a room.
"how's it going?"
She was a little anxious. Mudan stood up and moved away from the bedside, shaking her head.
"That's not right. He can withstand the attack of the little bitch's soul, and he can't be injured by the strong wind. What's going on?"
The real reason was rejected by her smoothly, and the sisters were helpless. They subconsciously ignored this possibility. After all, this was the genius of the demon clan who held the seal of the demon and practiced mysterious techniques.
They looked sad, and there was a knock on the door outside.
"What's up?"
"Shopkeeper, Hua Ling has come to the Red Mansion."
Several people were frightened at the same time and calmed down almost at the same time.
"Entertain her as she should. Don't give her an excuse to vent. Just go down."
"yes!"
The footsteps of his subordinates gradually faded away, and there was another knock on the door.
"who?"
"The Sharman Dragon Slayer, please show me the girl!"
Shark tribe?
Looking at each other, Yao Mei'er signaled Mudan and others to leave from the window, then stood up and opened the door.
