Destiny Little Crazy Concubine

Chapter 1587 You don't feel anything

"Is it good?" Feng Qingyan was still smiling.

"Not bad!" The dean nodded, with a little regret, "It's just a little bit missing! It's gone in one bite!"

"Do you still want to drink?"

"If it's used to make tea, it should be top grade!"

"In the future, of course you can drink again, but..." Feng Qingyan shook her head mysteriously, "Today, no!"

"Yes, yes! There is still business today!" Apparently, the dean misunderstood, and urged, "Little girl, where is the old man's medicine?"

"Here you are!"

"Give it to me? Where? You only gave them three—"

Feng Qingyan pointed to the empty cup in the dean's hand, and interrupted: "You just drank it."

"Drink, drink?" The dean looked at the cup hesitantly, "You said, this is the potion for washing the tendons and cutting the marrow?"

"Hmm!" Feng Qingyan blinked her eyes, and said in a low tone, "Now... do you... feel a little... feel——"

The dean's fat face suddenly changed, and he threw the empty cup in his hand into the air.In the blink of an eye, he was already sitting cross-legged on the cattail mat beside him, and closed his eyes.

Stretching out her little hand, she caught the falling cup, and Feng Qingyan curled her lips: "What a waste!" He took out a ball of cotton, tore it in half, and handed it to Ling Chu, "Brother."

"What is this for?" Ling Chu took it and held it in his hand, not knowing what it was for.

"Look at me! This way!" Feng Qingyan divided the dough into two small balls and stuffed them into the nostrils...

"Hehe..." With a helpless smile, Ling Chu also imitated the movements of his junior sister and blocked his nose.

The position where Feng Qingyan was standing was already at the upper air vent.However, this quiet room is different from the outside. When washing the tendons and cutting the marrow, the stench produced by the impurities discharged from the body cannot be dissipated quickly, and there are no tools such as gas masks, so we can only use such primitive methods.

The sound of clank and zither sounded in the quiet room.

Half an hour later, the scene that caused a sensation in the Royal Academy and the capital more than two months ago was staged again.

However, this time, the location was changed to the courtyard where the dean lived.

The teachers and students who had the same experience once became much calmer.They just speculated whether the dean would be promoted again, basically there was no big commotion.

On the other side of the capital, after finding out where the spirit mist gathered, they also thought of the dean.

In winter, it gets dark earlier, and the whole afternoon, until the sky gets dark, the sound of the piano gradually stops.

When the spiritual mist completely dissipated, Ling Chu ended his cultivation.It is still the cultivation base of a seventh-rank great spiritual master, and has not been promoted.This time, it wasn't originally for promotion.Firstly, it is to use this spiritual mist to speed up the cultivation; secondly, as Feng Qingyan said, Ling Chu came to protect the Dharma for several people.After all, the dean also needs to wash his muscles and cut his marrow, so he should be more or less careful, just in case.

The three of Leng Zichen are still in the process of being promoted, especially Lan Ke, who has been promoted from the eighth-level spirit master to the first-level spirit master in one fell swoop. Naturally, it took a long time.

"Ah!" In the darkness, came the dean's sigh.

"Pfft—" A cluster of pale golden spiritual fire ignited out of thin air, illuminating the quiet room.

"Senior brother, what are you doing?" Feng Qingyan quickly raised her hand to cover her eyes, and after a moment of adaptation, she put it down.

Ling Chu smiled lightly and gestured in the direction of the dean who still had his eyes closed.

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