The first female national teacher of waste material counterattack

Chapter 225 Master Disciple (63)

Every word he said, every request he made was fart to Feng Qingcheng!She is a big fox pretending to be a little white rabbit, but she is not a real little white rabbit, so it is impossible for her to obey all of Situ Qingshen's demands!
Asking her to fulfill Situ Qingshen's request to her would be like pulling out the tiger's whiskers. Just imagine, is this possible?

Since it was impossible, Feng Qingcheng naturally put Situ Qingshen's words in one ear and out the other.

However, as Situ Qingshen's beloved apprentice, Feng Qingcheng was still very submissive on the face. She looked at her master devoutly with an expression of worship.

Situ Qing glanced at her indifferently, expressing his satisfaction with her expression.

He lowered his eyes to hide the satisfaction in his eyes, but he never thought that Feng Qingcheng had already captured all his emotions in his eyes.

He still wanted to teach Feng Qingcheng some rules, but was interrupted by the girl's soft voice.

Feng Qingcheng smiled flamboyantly, showing her sharpness. She looked at him and said, "Master, have you forgotten something?"

"...Huh?" Situ Qing frowned deeply, and it was written on his face: What did you forget?

Feng Qingcheng is very patient, her eyebrows and eyes are slightly curved, and the smile on her lips is extremely gentle: "The training is over, but you haven't released the seal on my spiritual power yet."

Situ Qingshen gave a soft "hmm", raised his big hand, and placed it on Feng Qingcheng's small head. The back of his hand was covered with a layer of silver light, which looked extremely gorgeous.

The silver light entered Feng Qingcheng's head along Situ Qingshen's big hand, flowed down the veins of Feng Qingcheng's whole body, and stopped at her dantian. The silver light circled around her dantian several times, setting off There were waves.

Feng Qingcheng was closing her eyes to feel what was happening in her dantian, she felt very novel.

Her consciousness moved with the silver light, and the silver light seemed to be tired of playing in her dantian, and then wrapped around the tendons on her dantian, climbing up bit by bit.

That depressive feeling gradually disappeared, and wherever the silver light went, it brought her an extreme sense of comfort. Feng Qingcheng enjoyed it, and didn't even notice that the spiritual power in the originally dry dantian was full of spiritual power.

The silver light flowed along her veins, and after flowing through the veins all over her body, it finally returned to her dantian. The silver light and blue light blended together, and the strong silvery white light turned into a deep blue.

The dust has settled.

Feng Qingcheng let out a breath of foul air easily, opened her beautiful peach eyes, and looked at Situ Qingshen with a flying expression.

Her cheeks are pink, her lips are like peach blossoms, her eyelashes are long and curled up like a small fan, her skin is like suet jade, and even a tiny pore is hard to see.

It just so happened that Situ Qingshen was helping her break the seal of spiritual power, and her whole body was nourished by spiritual power. The moment she opened her eyes, her spirit was so high that it was heart-pounding.

Situ Qingshen was shaken by her expression, and thought to himself: This little girl is only so young, she has the beauty of a country, and when she grows up, she will be ashamed of her.However, her beauty can only be his, his alone.

The man's thinking is out of the way, and he doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with what he thinks.

Fortunately, Feng Qingcheng didn't know what he was thinking. If she knew, she would definitely laugh at Situ Qingshen's overreaching, and finally humiliate him severely.

It's scary to think about.

But no one expected, let alone imagined, that in a certain day in the future, Situ Qingshen would cultivate his face so thick that it would be outrageous.

(End of this chapter)