The first female national teacher of waste material counterattack

Chapter 141

Situ Qing's frivolous tone made such inspiring and serious words lose any sense of majesty, but his eyes and aura did not seem to be telling a joke, and there was an inexplicable deterrent force, It made Feng Qingcheng feel a little regretful.

She stopped being foolish, and gave a soft "hmm" in a nasal voice, her eyes wandering around.

Suddenly, those stunning peach blossom eyes burst into a dazzling light, she stared at Situ Qingshen faintly, and belatedly said: "Situ Qingshen... oh no... Master, where is my snake? What about the snake covered in mud?"

Situ Qing's deep eyes were still too beautiful to control, he paused, and then said slowly: "Are you talking about that dirty thing? So it's a snake..."

He seemed to understand a little bit, his pupils shrank suddenly: "I saw that thing... er, it was a snake, and it felt dirty, so I threw it into the water, but it was disobedient, and it came out of the water again before it was washed clean. Crawled out of it, and I knocked it out with one palm."

Feeling powerless, Feng Qingcheng gave Situ Qing a deep look of "Why did you give up the treatment", then jumped off the big bed with bare feet and went straight to the door.

The door was open, and as soon as Feng Qingcheng ran to the gate, she saw Xiaobing lying on the ground in a crooked shape.

Foaming at the mouth, the washed scales glowed with a shining streamer, which was truly beautiful.

It's just that the motionless snake body made Feng Qingcheng have to guess how many hands Situ Qing had laid.

She stroked her forehead, walked slowly towards Xiaobing.

The slender and long snake tail flicked weakly, Xiaobing woke up, her blood-red eyes fixed on Feng Qingcheng's face, and thousands of words were reduced to one sentence in her spiritual consciousness - "Master".

For some reason, Feng Qingcheng's heart was made extremely bitter by this master's voice, and her eyes were covered with a layer of pity.

Walking up to Xiaobing, squatting down, hugging it in his arms, just about to touch it comfortingly, a sentence came out of his spiritual consciousness:
"Master, did that man abuse you?"

After Xiaobing finished speaking, she passed out again.

Feng Qingcheng howled angrily, her voice was extremely loud: "Damn! Situ Qingshen, what a ruthless hand you have done!"

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Since that day, Feng Qingcheng has lived a difficult life of cultivation.

The morning light is slightly dew, the earth is revived, and there is a white mist on the side of the mountain in the distance.

Cicadas and insects were chirping, birds were contending, and there was still some gloom in the sky that slightly covered her beautiful face.

The cool breeze blew past, and a dense layer of tiny bumps was blown up on the skin, and the big tree made a "rustling" sound of shaking.

A few rays of sunshine in the early morning sprinkled on the earth miserly, with a little bit of warmth, reaching the bottom of my heart.

In the open field, a petite and weak figure was running back and forth, with two or three sandbags tied to her calves.

A dense layer of sweat broke out on the girl's smooth and fair forehead, and beads of sweat rolled down the contours of her face.Her water chestnut lips were tightly pursed, and a few strands of broken hair stuck to her ears wetly.

Feng Qingcheng's feet were a little weak from running, but she didn't stop, but her steps were slower than before, and her breathing was slightly heavier than before.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man in a dark purple robe standing at the edge of the field,

(End of this chapter)