*The Protagonist is pregnant with My Cub*

Part 8

Feng Qingmian's bright contempt made Song Miaomiao extremely angry, and became a lot more decisive when she attacking, but she still didn't hurt him and didn't even touch the corner of his robe.

After a hundred moves, Song Miaomiao lost without any suspense.

'She was wrong, she shouldn't be compared to someone with the aura of the protagonist! 'The hair on the temples is slightly messy, and someone panting angrily thinks.

"Why, Junior Sister doesn't agree?" Feng Qingmian raised her eyebrows and said with a half-smile.

"Miaomiao dare not." Song Miaomiao swallowed her anger.

"That's good."

"Today's school test, since Junior Sister fails to pass the test, she will be punished with three thousand strokes of the whip." After a moment of indulgence, Feng Qingmian made a decision.

After speaking, no matter how she reacted, he walked aside and sat on the stone bench under the shade of a tree.

Then he took out a set of tea sets and a book from the storage space, and it seemed that he had no intention of leaving.

'Oh, wait, it's not over for today! '

Originally, she was still hesitating whether to implement her plan. Since he took the initiative to provoke it, don't blame her for being rude.

Three thousand strokes of the whip was the first time for both the original owner and her.

At the end, she was completely numb, and felt that her arm no longer belonged to her, and she couldn't even lift it.

"It's getting late, Junior Sister can go back to the room to rest."

"Tomorrow, Junior Sister, don't be late, otherwise it will not be three thousand." The gentle and gentle words implied a threat.

A certain senior brother who had read a book all afternoon and had an afternoon tea was finally reluctant to get up and leave, but he still warned her before leaving.

Song Miaomiao couldn't bear it anymore, and when he turned his back to himself, he made an international friendly gesture to him with his other hand.

"Feng Qingmian, I have written down this account!" A gnashing voice came along the breeze.

Feng Qingmian smiled, and the smile on his face became much more real.

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For the next few days, Song Miaomiao silently wrote the scriptures in the morning, and Merlin competed and whipped the whip in the afternoon. Every day, she was as tired as a dead dog.

Fortunately, opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared.

It just so happened that in the past few days, for the thousand-year-old birthday of the head of the sect, everyone in the sect temporarily put aside their cultivation and started busy preparing for the birthday.

The two people hiding in the horns also received a letter from the head, asking them to go to the main peak to receive the immortals participating in the banquet.

At this moment, Song Miaomiao, who was temporarily freed from her clutches, grinned, knowing that her chance to take revenge had finally come.

"Junior sister smiles so happily, but what kind of love comes to mind?!" Feng Qingmian asked casually when she gathered Zhihe and turned around to see someone with a bright smile.

"Cough, the birthday of the headmaster is coming soon. As the first member of the sect, I am happy." Song Miaomiao said perfunctorily.

Feng Qingmian raised her eyebrows lightly, not sure if she believed her words.

"Since Junior Sister is so happy, you must do your best when you go to the main peak to help later." There was some deep meaning in the soft and gentle voice.

Song Miaomiao didn't notice anything, nodded and said, "It must be."

Qinglian Xianzong, Ruolan Peak.

When the two brothers and sisters appeared together in front of everyone, many disciples of the main peak were shocked.

'That's Junior Sister Song, how come she has changed so much? '

'Isn't she the one who hates Senior Brother Feng the most? How could she walk with Senior Brother Feng? '

'Who knows, maybe I figured it out, and I'm going to deal with Senior Brother Feng in a different way. '