(MTL) The male protagonist is always a crematorium [quick wear]

Chapter 41

Chapter 41: The Fiancee of the Cultivation World's Fiancee (7)

    Feng Linger hooked her fingers, and the silk clothes slid down the curve of her body obediently. She wrapped her wet hair with both hands and pulled it out of the silk clothes. half water vapor.

    The contours of her face, which had been stiff due to pain, gradually eased, her beautiful face calmed down, and she thoughtfully fastened her belt.

    Stepping out of the forbidden area in the back mountain, Feng Linger raised her hand and waved her veil to cover the lower half of her face, her graceful and half-covered face revealed a hazy beauty.

    After seeing Feng Linger's figure, the death guards guarding the forbidden area in the back mountain silently bowed their heads and knelt down on one knee.

    Feng Linger's brows were flat and she walked all the way to Shizun's cave. She folded her hands and said respectfully, "Master."

    When Yingying leaned over, she had an elegant attitude.

    The middle-aged female cultivator, whom she called her master, had a middle-aged appearance, but the folds between her brows and eyes were too heavy, and she could guess that in the past, she must have been frowning in a serious manner.

    When she looked at her proud disciple, she softened her expression a little, and said with relief, "If you can break through the Nascent Soul stage in one fell swoop, you will surely be able to rank among the top five of the younger generation's arrogance list."

    Feng Linger lowered her eyes proudly . With a swipe, the corner of his lips raised a smile, and said: "Master, I brought back a person this time."

    Feng Rong, the sect master of Fengyan Sect, raised his eyebrows and teased: "Could it be Linger's sweetheart?"

    Feng Linger pursed her lips and smiled, but she did not object.

    Feng Rong was originally joking, but seeing Feng Ling'er's reaction, her brows wrinkled, and her tone became more serious: "You are my sect saint, even if there is a male cultivator who wants to become a Taoist partner, the other party must have that. Qualification."

    Feng Linger smiled and reassured: "Master, don't worry, that person is Jing Shaoling, the disciple of Xuan Tianzong Yuanlan Jianzun. He may have gone wrong in his cultivation, causing his cultivation base to suddenly disappear in the past few days. , I took him back as if I didn't know him kindly, and yesterday I went to see his cultivation base not only fully recovered, but also had a faint tendency to advance."

    Feng Rong was relieved, but couldn't help but wonder: "Linger, you are not easily tempted, how good is Jing Shaoling?" Feng Linger's brows and eyes widened, and there was a faint hint of mystery

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    Her voice softened a bit: "Excellent is a bit excellent. I heard that he came from the world and leaned on Jianzun Yuanlan. In the future, returning to the mundane world will only be a matter of opening his mouth to Jianzun."

    Speaking of which, she Pausing, as if organizing words to express her meaning more concisely.

    After a while, he said, "There is still an ancient bloodline in the secular world."

    Feng Rong's face froze, and he raised his eyes suddenly, with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes, she couldn't restrain herself from standing up suddenly and her lips twitching.

    Feng Linger had expected to press her shoulders forward, and pressed Feng Rong, who had lost his temper, back to the seat, and her eyes also burst into layers of smiles, as if she had seen some supreme magic weapon. Trying to restrain myself.