The wife and husband are not late

Chapter 1615 Dusty Pen
And with the nourishment of flesh and blood, the red leaves became wider and taller,

What changed accordingly was that in the blink of an eye, countless corpses shriveled and disappeared quickly, leaving only bloody red grass swaying at the bottom of the pit, like a piece of scarlet seaweed, with its mouth wide open.

However, no matter how crazy these red grasses are, they can't get close to the national teacher,
Where the national teacher is standing now, there is only a small circle left, which has not been invaded by red grass.

At this time, a paintbrush appeared in the hands of the national teacher at some point. He held the paintbrush in the air for a few times, and the last movement was to rotate the paintbrush a circle above his head.
When the national teacher retracted the movement, the red grass in the huge pit seemed to have been poked at the acupuncture point in an instant, and kept the movement just now still in place.

Looking at the paintbrush, Feng Qingcheng recalled a scene from the past in her mind.

A woman dressed in white snow is flying on the altar with a paintbrush in her hand. When the brush falls, within the range that the girl can control with her spiritual power, time and space freeze instantly!
This writing brush is unusual, but it is a spiritual tool made by the high priest himself - the dusty brush!
"Qingcheng, take a look! This is a magic weapon I just refined, please give me a name."

The high priest's girl's voice sounded sweetly,
Feng Qingcheng looked at the ordinary-looking brush, with a lack of interest in her tone,
"What's the use of it?"

The high priest dragged his cheeks, as if thinking about the function of this spiritual weapon,
Although the status is respected, the high priest, like Feng Qingcheng, was chosen to inherit the destined position since childhood. Although he is a high priest, he still has the appearance of a girl.
"The difference is that this money has no offensive power! In fact, I just want to use it to deter those who are dissatisfied with my strength!"

"Oh? How to deter?"

Feng Qingcheng also knew that the high priest didn't need to hurt anyone, he just needed to maintain a fairy image, and at critical moments, he would go on stage to pray for the Holy Spirit Continent.

However, the former high priest left too suddenly, and the current high priest is too young, at the age when it is hard to convince the public. It is normal for her to want to be recognized by others because she is competitive.

However, Feng Qingcheng is also very interested in the spirit weapon that can deter others without attacking people.

"With my pen, within the reach of my spiritual power, time and space can be stopped! When it is still, everyone can only look at me alone!

Ha ha ha ha!I plan to use this pen every time I go to the altar, and then dance for a while, to piss them off! "

The maiden high priest exulted,
"So, it really is a good spiritual weapon! Where the pen falls, time and space are covered with dust! When the dust is covered, the writing is the main thing! Your pen is called the dusty pen!"

The name of Dusty Brush was given by Feng Qingcheng.

Holding a brush in her hand, the young priest stepped forward and hugged Feng Qingcheng Road,
"The Pen of Dust! This name is really good, I like it, and I will call it Dust from now on!"

Feng Qingcheng naturally hung her hands on her sides, allowing the girl in front of her to hold her.

Feng Qingcheng was obviously used to the situation of the high priest who kept a straight face every day outside and was such a carefree girl in front of her.

Who would have thought that the high priest was a heartless person!

But if it should be reminded, Feng Qingcheng still has to remind,
"Ye'an, you don't think this is offensive, but it's inevitable that someone with a heart will miss it. It's better for you to let him recognize the owner."

After recognizing the Lord, this dusty pen will not be used by others if it is taken away.

(End of this chapter)