[Quick wear] The sticky essence of the blackened male supporting role

The mood of "Fengqing" is a bit complicated, the time he wakes up is slowly getting longer, and the memories in his mind are also skipped frame by frame.

He watched the other self laugh stupidly, but was very happy, and the emotion was even transmitted to himself.

The daily cleaning is boring and boring, but the life is flat and peaceful.

The flowers on the mountain are blooming and falling, the clear water is flowing, and the small courtyard is always filled with a faint fragrance of fruit and wine. The so-called master is always gentle and smiling, and the snow-white long sleeves are dyed with fireworks every day, all to do for another self. Meals, spirit beasts, and spirit fruits all change their ways to make delicious food.

Holding all the treasures in front of the other self, whether it is the mental method of cultivation or the rare magic weapon of medicine, they are all taken out without hesitation.

Even if his cultivation progress is only a little bit, the other party will praise him with a doting face.

No matter what he asks, what he wants will be in front of him.

After a slight injury, all I got was gentle coaxing.

Like a child, being pampered in the palm of your hand, you can be carefree.

"Fengqing" can clearly feel that another self has become dependent on this master, and they have shared feelings, and this strange feeling has naturally melted into his own heart.

"Fengqing" couldn't tell what it was like, watching the relationship between the two, he always sneered, ridiculed and disdainful, what kind of affection does the god need, but gradually, he looked at all these coldly, and felt inexplicable emotions are fermenting.

He began to get more and more irritable, and felt that the contact between the two was getting more and more glaring.

Why can a wisp of soul be able to laugh flamboyantly, but he can only sleep deeply, this is obviously his body.

That idiot only had admiration for Luo Ning, but he was different, he just wanted to wrap people in his arms and bully him.

Luo Ning has a silly temper, but he is pleasing to his eyes, he has changed his mind now, he likes the kindness that Luo Ning gives.

All love should belong to him.

The possessiveness of the dragon clan has always been strong and domineering. "Fengqing" has never taken a fancy to anyone, but now that Luo Ning has caught his eye, he must enter the territory and hide it tightly in his arms, so that no one can covet him.

"Feng Qing" brushed Luo Ning's cheeks with his fingers, his scarlet eyes were full of possessiveness, he will definitely wake up as soon as possible, if the wisp of soul cannot be removed, it can only be fused.

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Fengqing's strength is obvious to all. When others still need to form a team to hunt monsters, Fengqing can complete the task independently.

Both the clothes and the sword are enviable, and Chu Xiuran's eyes are deeply pierced.

He considers himself No.1 among the younger generation. He was born with good conditions and great luck. Not only is he a wood-lined heavenly root, but he also has the father of a law enforcement elder as his backer.

But now his threat has appeared, just because Fengqing worshiped Venerable Tanyue, he caught up with him, and all the resources are enjoyed by Fengqing alone. Compared with Venerable Tanyue, his opportunities seem to be It's nothing.

He had a faint intuition that everything should belong to him, and Fengqing was the stumbling block.

No matter how much Fengqing is allowed to exist, how can others see his light.

He dare not poison the Cangyu Sect, but there are other ways.

"Uncle Feng, please stay." Chu Xiuran had a gentle smile on his face, looking approachable.

Fengqing thought that smile was like a mask, but Chu Xiuran had never done anything to him, he always treated him with courtesy, it was inappropriate for him to speculate like this, when he heard Chu Xiuran whispering, he stopped pace.

Chu Xiuran said: "I see that when you took the task, you were all alone, so it's better to be together this time."

"Counting carefully, everyone is from the same sect, but there are not many opportunities to get along with the uncle. The brothers all want to get closer to the uncle."

"Uncle Master likes to pick red phosphorus fruit so much. This mission is in Ming Canyon, where there are a lot of red phosphorus fruit."

Feng Qing hesitated for a while and agreed, he is a member of the Cangyu Sect, even if he doesn't want to make too many friends with him, at least some communication is necessary.

Every mission is equivalent to an experience, which is full of challenges. Only by going outside to experience can you master the techniques you have learned on weekdays.

There are continuous mountain peaks near the Ming Canyon, and a deep ravine separates the peaks into the clouds. The deep traces are bottomless, like fierce beasts with fangs.

Because the gathering of spirit grass is a good material for alchemy, many monks came to pick it, and too many people came to visit, and they were sure that there were no too powerful monsters.

The place is not far for monks who know how to control the sword. There are five disciples in total when they go out this time.

The goal is to pick a stalk of heavenly spirit grass. This kind of spirit grass has abundant spiritual power and has always been rare. There are usually monsters squatting nearby.

Several people cooperated to lure away the monster, and they were picked very smoothly.

Before returning to the Zongmen, Fengqing went to pick some red phosphorus fruits. This kind of fruit is extraordinarily sweet and delicious. There are only two or three fruits on each tree. Both he and Master like to eat them as snacks. There are relatively few, and he plans to pick more when he stays.

Looking at Feng Qing's back, Chu Xiuran's eyes darkened slightly, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and killing intent flashed across his eyes.

There is no way to do anything inside the sect, but if something happens to Fengqing outside, no one can find out about him.

After all, there are so many dangers outside, it would be bad luck for Fengqing to die.

Even Venerable Sandalwood, it is impossible to vent his anger on others.

He has a strong hunch that Fengqing must not stay, and his hunch has been accurate since he was a child.

Chu Xiuran avoided his senior brother with a smile, and quickly walked back, as if nothing had happened, just a while ago, he released two puppets.

Those two puppets, the treasures he found in a certain secret realm, have always been hidden. No one knows that the puppets have a golden core cultivation base. As long as he injects a little thought, he can obey his orders.

Let the puppet do it, and Fengqing will die without anyone knowing it.

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Fengqing put the red phosphorous fruit into the storage ring, and felt a gust of wind coming from behind him. He dodged sharply and used his sword to resist the opponent's attack.

I saw two ordinary men in black hitting him with palms. They were two identical and unfamiliar faces, their facial features were a little stiff, their eyes were calm, but their palms were extremely fierce.

Fengqing's magic weapon is a high-grade sharp sword, which can deal with the moves of the man in black.

He didn't understand why these two men were fighting him for no reason, but he knew they wanted to kill him.

The cold light of the sword's edge flashed, Fengqing's strength is not low, but a difference of one level between monks is a world of difference, the two men in black have Jindan cultivation base, besieged together, Fengqing faintly lost the wind.

He didn't even think about continuing to fight, so he threw out the high-grade talismans in the space. A stack of talismans burst into flames and exploded with a bang. How could ordinary people dare to use them like this? High-grade talismans are sold at sky-high prices .

But there are a lot of them in the Fengqing space, and the master has always been willing to give him things to keep him safe and sound.

Fengqing's talismans were all thrown out, and the two men in black would have been killed by the bombing. With a single jump, he was far away from the flames that filled the sky.

The two puppets were burnt to nothing, and the contract with Chu Xiuran was also broken. Chu Xiuran was shocked by the backlash, and a mouthful of blood suddenly sprang from his throat.

The smell of blood permeated his mouth, Chu Xiuran's face was ugly, and he clenched his fists tightly. Just like this, Feng Qing was still alive, and even killed his two puppets.

Chu Xiuran hated secretly, his heart ached, wishing he could tear Fengqing to pieces, those two puppets were not easy for him to destroy.

Fengqing landed in a remote canyon, and when he landed, he always felt like he was squeezed into some invisible barrier.

He looked around, he was standing on a stone platform, and there was a hole not far away, something was shining slightly inside, and a rich spiritual energy overflowed.

Fengqing hesitated for a while, and walked in curiously to have a look. There were lotus flowers growing on the stone wall, patches of snow-white, crystal clear, wafting wisps of fragrance.

It can be seen that there are at least 500 years of growth period. The alchemy elders in the sect have only collected a few ice lotuses of this quality. This cave is full of ice lotuses. So many monks have come here, have they not found it?

Is the cave too remote, or is the entrance of the cave just revealed?

Fengqing's footsteps echo slightly in the cave, and there is still the sound of gurgling water in the cave, and further inside is a deep pool of water, so dark that the color cannot be seen clearly, the water surface is very calm, and a coquettish red flower blooms on it. Lotus, the red lotus petals are blooming, and there is a red bead in the middle, exuding a glittering halo, very beautiful.

Feng Qing sensed something was wrong, and hurriedly backed away, not interested in that grain at all, in a place like this where there is a treasure, the more precious the treasure, the more powerful the monsters guarding it.

It's just that before he jumped out of the hole, thick withered vines blocked his way and wrapped around his arms.

The calm pool of water behind him also suddenly made noises, the noisy sound of water falling, splashing a piece of water, hitting Tan Zhong with a violent sound, the fierce beast suddenly rushed out, and its cold eyes were fixed on Fengqing's body.

Silver scales, vertical pupils, two small bumps on the top of the bald head, and a huge body standing upright, it is actually a dragon.

The jiao is ferocious and domineering, and has stayed at the bottom of this lake for many years, and only recently woke up quietly. When he saw the prey that ran into his territory, his eyes were annoyed, and he could just eat it.

The bright red snake letter stuck out, the silver tail swayed, slapped the water surface, and swung it towards Fengqing with great force.

The rocks in the cave were shattered into powder, the tail was too huge, Feng Qing barely avoided it.

He realized that he couldn't beat this dragon, so he sent a distress signal to the master with the jade talisman, took out the self-defense treasure in the storage ring, and protected the bead in front of his body that could resist the monks in the emptiness stage, forming a The hard shield enveloped his whole body, blocking another attack from Jiao.

Feng Qing observed the situation, and there were vines behind him, and the dragon rushed towards him again. He had no way to escape, so he could only grit his teeth and fight back.

The upper barrier soon shattered, and he stabbed fiercely into Jiao's body with his sword, not hurting the root, but angering Jiao instead.

A burst of howling resounded in the cave.