bad bad prince unbridled love

Chapter 729 Is it an accident, or something else?

Is it an accident, or something else?

Feng Qingqing stood up, and the three small dirt bags were soon covered by fallen leaves, looking a bit bleak.

From the death of the little bird to the burial of his companions, there is no reason and logic at all. Could it be explained only by deep friendship?Is this the purpose of this trial?Feng Qingqing always felt that something was wrong, and she had no clue when there was too little information.

She took a deep breath and walked out along the river: "Go, if you can't explore, then get out of here as soon as possible."

Hong Jiuqing swept over the three dirt bags, without saying much, followed her pace quietly.

The two walked away, and a little girl suddenly appeared from behind the tree just now. She watched the direction they were traveling for a long time, then slowly squatted down, and dug up three dirt bags with her bare hands. The little corpses covered in dirt were arranged neatly. She watched silently, shedding tears silently, suddenly!She grabbed one and stuffed it into her mouth!Without chewing, she didn't know how to swallow a whole bird, but she felt no pressure, and soon, the remaining two were swallowed by the same method.

After all this was done, the soil scattered on the ground and the small soil bags that no longer existed, the little girl disappeared behind the tree, and no living beings saw all this.

Feng Qingqing was walking on the road, his back suddenly felt cold, and he suddenly turned his head to look back.

Hong Jiuqing walked behind her, and asked in a daze, "What's wrong?"

Her gaze passed through Hong Jiuqing and looked at the way she came from. She felt vaguely uneasy and couldn't explain the reason: "I don't know, I just feel inexplicably flustered, as if I was being targeted by something terrible."

Hong Jiuqing's expression became serious: "Okay, I understand."

Feng Qingqing was taken aback: "This is a feeling, you believe it so easily?"

"There is a kind of people who practice mystical arts. They can communicate with the heavens and discover the secrets of heaven," Hong Jiuqing said. Easier to notice."

Feng Qingqing had a weird expression: "You don't want to say that I have this ability?"

Hong Jiuqing opened her mouth to say something, but silently withdrew her words, and then said: "This is just an example. People in the Taoist sect always have people who are more sensitive to detecting dangers. It's like divination. Their feelings and ominous predictions can't be predicted." Neglect, because of this, it is these people who can often survive the catastrophe.

Xiao Qing'er should also have this feeling, just now the crisis came suddenly, and it was very strong, judging by your actions, you can feel the direction of the threat a little bit, you also have to be more confident in yourself, instead of questioning why I believe in you . "

Although it is also because of joy, so I believe.

He actually wanted to say that because Feng Qingqing is a goddess, heaven and earth are equal, and he only knows what the future will be, but he suddenly remembered that she didn't want to be with the goddess, so he changed his words.

The creepy feeling just now was exactly as he said, Feng Qing frowned and said: "Take out your flying sword, shall we speed up and fly out?"

Hong Jiuqing took out the flying sword and failed to take off: "No, you can't use the flying technique here."

If you can't use the flying technique, then you can only go out with your feet!
Feng Qingqing felt that it was tricky, and she used her spiritual power to display it and wanted to fly, but she really felt that she was being suppressed by something, her body was like a thousand catties, and it was extremely difficult to even float a little bit, but as soon as she canceled the use of the flying technique, her body weight became normal again.

"It seems that I can only walk out from my feet," she said indifferently, with a bit of anxiety. "The threat is too fierce, and it makes me feel like I am entangled but unable to break free."

Feng Qingqing couldn't describe this feeling, she felt this kind of threat only here along the way.

It's like there is a knife blade across the neck, and the ground will be covered with blood in the next second.

The silky touch touched her wrist. She looked down and saw that Hong Jiuqing was tying a red ribbon on her wrist. She made sure that it would not be strangled, and tied the other end on her wrist.

"...Why do you carry this kind of thing?" Feng Qingqing looked at him helplessly, "What is this for, quickly untie it."

Hong Jiuqing didn't untie it, but tightened it a bit: "Isn't it because you feel a crisis? If you really encounter a life-and-death threat, I can still help you by being there. I'm afraid that you and I will accidentally separate at that time. Don't you have to face it alone.

This is a magic weapon, it can't be broken if you cut it constantly, it's good to use as a soft whip. When you grow a little bit more and can control it, I'll give it to you, and you can attach spiritual fire to it, so it's even better to use. Like a tiger with wings added. "

Feng Qing became interested: "Is this a magic weapon? What is the difference between a magic weapon and a magic weapon, and what are the uses of each?"

"As the name suggests, artifacts can at least match the gods, and it is also an existence that almost no one can control except the gods." Hong Jiuqing was in a happy mood after tying it up. If one by one falls, there will be no existence that can forge artifacts. Even this Yulong Pagoda is only at the level of pseudo-artifacts, and it cannot be completely counted as artifacts.

It is difficult to say the specific ability, the ability of the artifact is ever-changing, and an artifact does not have only one ability. There was a document that said that the artifact of the God of the Wasteland was a machete, which seemed to be able to attack only, causing a destructive effect until He fought against the evil cultivators of the demon race, the light of the saber receded and shone with golden light, and he sent the wronged souls attached to them to reincarnation, only then did he know that he still had the ability of Purdue. "

As he spoke, he led Feng Qingqing forward.

She was attracted by the content, and asked: "What about the magic weapon, its function can't be too bad, right?"

Hong Jiuqing continued: "Most magic tools are made by humans, and there are also spirit beasts or monsters, but they are extremely rare. There are three or six grades of magic tools, and the worst ones are ordinary swords with spiritual power. This kind is also the most common, and not everyone who practices profound arts is rich, and it is not bad to be able to use spiritual power swords with better materials.

Medium-level instruments are made of spiritual power materials, which are more integrated with spiritual power and easier to use. At this time, we must pay attention to a very important point. There are differences in spiritual power. Some people can only integrate fire elements. For spiritual power, some people are good at the wood system, so the magic weapon they choose will naturally be different. It is useful to choose the weapon according to what you are better at. "

"Spiritual power attribute? What's that?" Feng Qingqing took a few steps to catch up with him.

Hong Jiuqing smiled briskly: "People are born different, and it is normal to have different attributes. Some people are born close to fire, while others are born like flexible fish in water. These are all related to the fact that they are more suitable for absorbing the spiritual power of that attribute. "

Feng Qingqing suddenly realized that she didn't seem to know her own attributes.

(End of this chapter)