The first female national teacher of waste material counterattack

Chapter 36 Twin Sisters (9)

As soon as the picture changed, the man in purple was holding a woman in white and was sitting on the couch. The woman had a big belly, and her beautiful little face was full of happy smiles.

The man's big hand caressed the woman's long black and soft hair like clouds, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed the woman's smooth and jade-like forehead.

The screen changes again.

The woman was still dressed in white, without makeup, and was holding a baby in her arms. She was in a daze, looking sadly at the pear tree that had lost all its petals.

She focused on the baby's sleeping face, as if she was looking at someone through the baby.

She carried An Ran's sleeping child back to the room, put it on the cradle, and stood alone at the door of the room, her big almond eyes were out of focus, as if she was looking at something, but she didn't seem to be looking at anything.

Her slender figure was drawn long by the sunlight, a little depressed and bitter.

Two years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the little baby is already two years old, very naughty and cute.

The woman in white doted on the little girl who was playing. The years had not left a trace on her beautiful face. She was still so young, but there was a little more sadness between her eyebrows and eyes.

The little girl ran back to the woman in white after playing for a while, her chubby little hands grabbed the corners of her clothes.

The woman in white picked up the little girl, watched the little girl yawn several times in her arms, and coaxed the little girl to sleep.

The pear tree is blooming again, and the fragrance is wafting ten miles away.The woman in white looked at the man in purple in front of her with a complicated expression.

In her eyes, there was shock, reluctance, nostalgia, and determination.

She slapped the man's heart fiercely with her palm, but the man easily dodged it.

The woman in white didn't stop there, she repeatedly attacked the man in purple, her moves were ruthless and merciless.

The man in purple didn't fight back, but frequently dodged the woman's attacks.

When the woman's spiritual power was exhausted, the man held the crumbling woman in his arms.

He rubbed the woman's fair cheeks with his blue bearded chin, and there was a reassuring smile on the slightly vicissitudes of his face.

All the pictures came to an abrupt end at this warm moment.

After Feng Qingcheng watched all the pictures, her eyes were a little sour, and she wanted to cry inexplicably.

She didn't know why there was such a strong reaction.However, she believed that it was definitely not by chance that she was able to see these pictures!

If she guessed correctly, that little girl was Luo Xingchen.

The woman in white is Luo Xingchen's mother, and the man in purple is Luo Xingchen's father.

In this way, Luo Xingchen really wasn't born stupid, but acquired it.

But where are Luo Xingchen's mother and father now?
Feng Qingcheng did not expect that Luo Xingchen's life experience would be so confusing and complicated.

One mystery after another came one after another, catching her unprepared by surprise.

When Feng Qingcheng wanted to think about the reason, a strong suction sucked her in firmly.She didn't have any precautions or measures, so she just got caught.

Immediately, she lost consciousness.

……

It has been half a month since that day.

After Feng Qingcheng woke up, she didn't have the slightest memory of being in a coma. She only remembered that she passed out in a coma because her spiritual power skyrocketed during cultivation and she couldn't bear it.

Mengbao looked at her, as if there was an indescribable weirdness in the eyes that were inlaid with a layer of transparent glass.

"You don't want to practice in the future." Mengbao said.

"Why?" Feng Qingcheng was puzzled and asked.

"You are a spirit body that is rare in ten thousand years. Such a spirit body will cultivate on its own. You only need to consolidate your strength and cultivate your attributes. Also, now you can cultivate the light attribute, and you need a handy main weapon and auxiliary weapon. "

"Main weapon? Secondary weapon?" Feng Qingcheng blinked her peachy eyes, the meaning was obvious: she didn't understand.

Mengbao understood, and said: "Every spirit is a refiner. They collect materials and forge them into their own main weapons. Of course, for convenience, some spirits put the remaining materials into the furnace again and forge them into Auxiliary weapon."

"However, although most of the spiritual masters are weapon refiners, their achievements vary. Some people can forge low-level and rough weapons, while others can forge high-level and perfect weapons. But the sky-level and god-level The weapons of the spirit cannot be forged."

"Therefore, there appeared some people who were not strong in spiritual power but very talented in refining weapons. People called him great refining masters. Even though there were few great refining masters, they were very popular. Because in 5000 A long time ago, there was a great craftsman who forged god-level rough weapons, that man was Jorian, an old man in his 50s, and he created a myth in the crafting world."

"Naturally, the status of a master craftsman will not be low, and he has become the object of competition and pursuit of every family."

Feng Qingcheng once saw an introduction about the craftsman in "Continental History".

She didn't care at the time, but when she heard what Mengbao said, she realized that there was such a thing as a craftsman.

Her eyes flickered slightly, looking at Mengbao, like a famished wolf seeing a fat sheep, and almost glowing green.

(End of this chapter)