Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

Suddenly, in the woods, I saw a very large, black, round jar.

Even from several meters away, you could hear bubbles bubbling inside the round vat.

The closer you get, the stronger the scent becomes, a scent that is pungent and unpleasant to the nose.

I walked up to the round vat and looked at the pitch-black interior, with bubbles constantly churning inside.

"What did you do to her?"

She went outside again and questioned Mo Xinghun.

“Reshape it.”

Mo Xinghun finished the grilled fish in just a short while, and was still a little unsatisfied.

"Do I want to eat this again tomorrow?"

He smiled, stretched out his finger, and wiped his lips.

"it is good!"

Feng Qingyou nodded, then asked, "How long will it take for her to get better?"

"It will take at least a month."

Mo Xinghun slowly extended one finger.

"Ok!"

Feng Qingyou nodded, then walked to the side and sat down against the tree trunk.

Mo Xinghun chose a very thick tree, easily leaped up, and leaned against the trunk.

A short while later, Feng Qingyou heard his soft snoring.

Are they already asleep?

Feng Qingyou was puzzled for a moment. She stood in front of the round vat again and looked at it carefully.

Aside from the increasingly strong, pungent smell, there was only the sound of gurgling.

That's all there is.

She walked to another tree and began to meditate, first practicing the internal energy cultivation method.

Although there is no spiritual energy here, so she can't use her magic, she can still cultivate internal energy techniques.

Of course, in a place where magic is flying everywhere, it's completely useless.

but! !

After all, you can catch rabbits and the like very quickly here.

So, Feng Qingyou also began to slowly cultivate the mental technique.

Strangely enough, in this place devoid of spiritual energy, the pace of cultivating internal energy techniques was remarkably fast, which puzzled Feng Qingyou greatly.

No matter how fast one cultivates, it can't keep up with the speed at which Mo Xinghun eats.

After eating fish and meat for four or five days in a row, he got a little tired of it, but with Feng Qingyou's current abilities, he still couldn't satisfy his appetite.

Then, Feng Qingyou saw him again, and somehow, he pulled out a bow and arrow.

It was made of that kind of Netherworld Black Iron, its entire body was pitch black, yet it gleamed with a murderous edge.

Just looking at it can send a chill down your spine.

Is he Doraemon?

Why do they keep pulling out one thing after another?

Previously, there was the round jar that Qing Sang had been soaking in, and the suspicious gas inside the jar.

"Why are you looking at me like that? You're not planning to kill me and steal my treasure, are you?"

Mo Xinghun looked at her, then hugged his chest tightly with both hands.

"..."

Feng Qingyou rolled her eyes at him, telling him to figure it out himself, and then picked up the Netherworld Black Iron Bow and Arrow and walked outside.

Go hunt rabbits for him!

What's going on? This guy is so different from the one in the story.

What exactly happened?

Feng Qingyou had many things she couldn't understand, so she chose to remain indifferent.

A month has passed just like that.