Divine Phoenix is ​​not a concubine

Chapter 185 Pastry 3
Witherwood became popular and decided to fight in person.

A bite of pastry goes down.

Well, delicious, delicious, any more?

and many more!

He can't be so worthless, and can't be bribed by a bite.

The dead wood man squinted his eyes, and pretended to be deep and said: "The making method of this cake is unique, and it is different from my Lian'er's."

Zhima's eyes widened, and he stared at Taoist Kumu, his small eyes were very realistic, as if he was saying: Uncle, if you tell lies, you will be struck by lightning.

Qin Molin was very satisfied with Zhima's performance, and gave him another piece of pastry.

Well, there's something delicious, I'll let you go for now.Sesame narrowed his eyes and enjoyed eating.

The dead wood man was a bit uncomfortable with his face, so he had to find another way to save face:

"I said that Qin Zong has such a high vision, why did he find a vulgar fan? It turns out that she is good at cooking. I really don't understand the life of you young people. Hey, I am old and can't keep up with the times. .”

"That vulgar pastry fan is Feng Xingying's maid.

Everyone has a different division of labor, especially the youth of the spirit is limited, so it should not be wasted on these unnecessary things.It's not that I, Qin Molin, can't afford to support my servants. My woman doesn't need to practice such menial tasks as washing and cooking. "Qin Molin chuckled, with a look of doting on his face.

It's not a day since they met Qin Molin, how have they ever seen him with such an expression?

The Deadwood man was at a loss for words for a moment, and he didn't say anything else about his little princess Nangong Yulian.

He finally understood that Feng Xingying, a beauty, was poisonous, and Qin Molin was deeply poisoned, and there was no cure.

He suddenly expected that something rare in a hundred years would happen in the soul realm.

If Feng Xingying's soul was injured, or if he could never wake up, how good would it be?
……

After Feng Xingying felt a stabbing pain in her head, she opened her eyes again, and what she saw was quite different.

This is a large primeval forest, different from the Warcraft Forest in Yunxi Continent, the surrounding scenery and trees are more simple, and there are many precious spiritual plants.

It's a pity that this is an illusion, and things can't be taken out, so Feng Xingying can only sigh with regret.

"Master, where is this place?" Watermelon stretched out its claws, and its body became bigger, bigger, and became moderate. Just after Feng Xingying sat down alone, it stopped growing.

It knew that Feng Xingying didn't like people who were too big.This is just right, it can carry Feng Xingying forward without being rejected.

Unexpectedly, Feng Xingying patted the red and green tortoise skin: "Can you still get smaller? The smaller the better."

"Ah? Master doesn't want the mount?" Watermelon looked confused.

"Not for the time being." Feng Xingying shook his head: "Don't come out to make trouble until the critical moment."

"Oh." Watermelon has always been obedient, obediently turned into half the size of a palm, and slipped into Feng Xingying's pocket.

A smile floated on Feng Xingying's face.

Although he didn't know the rules of the soul realm in advance, Feng Xingying could roughly guess that it would definitely not be peaceful here.

The threat comes not only from the illusion itself, but also from the people who trial with her.

In the hallucinations of the Nangong family of the royal family, maybe there will be people who don't want to see.

Hiding the watermelon, a third-order spirit beast, gave people the illusion that she didn't have a spirit beast, and it was also Feng Xingying's trump card for herself.

What's more, since it's an experience, she also wants to try her own strength.

Feng Xingying is not too clear about other aspects of the soul trial, but there is only one thing: here you can experience the real feeling of death for free, but you won't really die.

(End of this chapter)