The first female national teacher of waste material counterattack

Chapter 22

A pair of twinkling peach blossom eyes looked directly at the man's bright star pupils, trying to hypnotize him.

The man's starry eyes are still clear, but there is a slight smile in his eyes.

He raised his calloused fingers, with his index finger sandwiched between his thumbs, and flicked at Feng Qingcheng's eyebrows:
He raised his calloused finger, put his index finger between his thumb, and flicked Feng Qingcheng's eyebrows lightly: "It's not good to learn eyebrow technique at a young age."

Feng Qingcheng turned her head a little awkwardly: "Uncle, what exactly do you want?"

The man smiled instead of anger when he heard her words, his thin red lips were lightly drawn, and his very handsome face was even more insane because of this smile, with a straight and straight nose bridge and eyes as bright as stars , an extra dark color.

Feng Qingcheng couldn't help being stunned for a moment looking at the man's monstrous smile, and then spit secretly in her heart.

A man who looks so monstrous, yet has a masculine arrogance in his brows and eyes, what a disaster!

Seeing the annoyance in the girl's eyes, the man couldn't help being in a good mood, and he said softly, "Remember, my name is Situ Qingshen."

The man jumped from the three-meter-high tree with Feng Qingcheng in his arms, without blinking his eyelids during the whole process.

He patted Feng Qingcheng's small head, his starry eyes were bright, and said, "What's your name?"

In the distant sky, a hissing sound pierced the sky, Situ Qingshen's face suddenly became serious, and he said: "Little girl, I'm leaving, don't forget, my name is Situ Qingshen."

Situ Qing whistled deeply, and the black eagle flew towards the direction where he was standing.

He touched the eagle's shiny black feathers, flew on the black eagle, and turned his head to take a deep look at Feng Qingcheng.

The man patted the black eagle on the head, and the black eagle spread its wings and flew to the northern sky.

Feng Qingcheng looked at Situ Qingshen's leaving back, her diamond-shaped lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, and the straight arc revealed infinite chill.

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To cultivate the fire attribute, one must first feel the existence of the life of fire.

Feng Qingcheng looked at the big and small flames on the oil lamp, her peach blossom eyes were blurred.

Does flame have life too...

She stretched out her palm above the flames, it was very hot...

She stroked the reddish palm, her eyes curved.

She suddenly understood that fire also has life, otherwise how could it be hot?
When Feng Qingcheng looked again, the flame on the oil lamp seemed to have life force, dancing wantonly in this dark room.

At this moment, something strange happened—the crimson flame slowly opened a pair of eyes.

Feng Qingcheng watched the "transformation" of the flame very calmly, without the slightest surprise, even the corners of her eyes were tinged with joy.

Yes, it is joy, the joy of success.

(End of this chapter)