Miss Poison Doctor

Chapter 1639
"It doesn't matter, you can't let His Royal Highness Han stand in the courtyard overnight, right?" Lu'er said.

Thinking of the scene of Yunling standing in the courtyard in the cold on a chilly night, waiting for the young lady to finish her training.

Lu'er and Zhixi immediately shuddered violently at the same time.

His Highness King Han is a well-known bloodthirsty iceberg.

Let him stand all night...

Even if His Royal Highness Han is willing, they don't have the guts, okay?
"Zhixi, let's gently push the door in and try not to disturb the young lady."

Thinking of this, Lu'er's heart skipped a beat, she raised her head and said to Zhixi.

"Okay. Sister Lu'er, I will obey you." Zhixi nodded obediently.

After the two of them finished discussing, they immediately raised their hands lightly and pushed towards the door.

"Miss, His Royal Highness Han, he... ah."

The hands of Lu'er and Zhixi had just touched the gate, and immediately there was a huge force from above, and the bodies of Lu'er and Zhixi were directly bounced away.

The two screamed at the same time, and retreated unconsciously.

Fortunately, that force was very gentle.

Lu'er and Zhixi were only ejected a dozen steps and were not really injured.

"It's over, sister Lu'er, the young lady actually put an enchantment on the door. Tonight, His Highness King Han will be forced to stand outside all night like Lord Heng, right?"

Zhixi rubbed her twisted waist, raised her head, and looked at the door in front of her.

With a mournful face, he turned his head and said to Lu'er.

When Lu'er said that, she immediately realized the seriousness of the matter, and her face immediately turned pale.

Outside the closed door, Lu'er and Zhixi waited anxiously outside the door with their faces drooping.

The two hurriedly turned around from the yard.

While pacing back and forth, he kept looking up into the room.

That appearance is completely like two ants on a hot pot, not to mention how anxious I am.

...

……

in the room.

Feng Qingge was forming a handprint with her hands on her chest, and she was sitting cross-legged on the spot breathing steadily.

Around her, the invisible air was slowly rippling rhythmically with her breathing.

In that way, it seemed that Feng Qingge's whole person had completely integrated into the surrounding environment, and her state seemed indescribable.

During this half day, she continuously tempered the spiritual power in her body, making them gradually firm up.

After half a day of soul tempering, Feng Qingge was pleasantly surprised to find that the loose spiritual power in her body had been reduced to two-thirds.

This is not because the spiritual power in her body has weakened...

But after this repeated and boring tempering, the density of those spiritual powers became more solid.

Therefore, although the volume seems to have shrunk on the surface, due to the increase in density, the spiritual power has increased a lot invisibly.

Feng Qingge looked inwardly at the spiritual power in her body, and showed a sincere smile on her face.

"Great, as long as the spiritual power is reduced by another third, the instability caused by advancing to the eighth level of the Lingzong will completely disappear." Feng Qingge said.

Just when she regained her concentration and planned to continue guiding those spiritual powers and tempering them again and again.

boom!
A burst of turbulent fluctuations suddenly exploded in my mind.

(End of this chapter)