Suddenly in the woods, I saw a very large black round cylinder.

Still a few meters away, I heard bubbles popping in this round cylinder.

The more I walked in, I smelled a very strong breath, which made people feel pungent for a while.

I walked to the round cylinder, looked at the dark patches inside, and then just didn't listen to the tumbling bubbles.

"What did you do to her?"

She walked outside again, questioning Mo Xinghun.

"Reshape it."

Mo Star Soul ate up the grilled fish just in such a short while, still feeling a little bit unfulfilled.

"Tomorrow, I still have to eat this?"

He smiled, stretched out his finger, and wiped his lips.

"good!"

Feng Qingming nodded, then asked again, "How long will it take for her to be better!"

"At least one month."

Mo Xinghun slowly stretched out a finger.

"Ok!"

Feng Qingming nodded, stepped aside, and sat down against the tree trunk.

Mo Xinghun chose a very thick tree, and leaped up easily, leaning on the trunk.

After a while, Feng Qingming heard his slight snoring.

Already asleep?

Feng Qingming was inexplicable for a while, she stood in front of the round cylinder again, and took a closer look.

Except for the increasingly strong pungent breath, there was only a gurgling sound.

Apart from this, there is nothing else.

She also walked under another tree and began to meditate, first practicing that inner strength mental method.

Although there is no spiritual energy here, she can't use her spells anymore, but she can cultivate her inner power.

Of course, there is no use of any eggs in a place where this kind of magic is flying in the sky.

but! !

After all, here, rabbits and the like can be caught quickly.

As a result, Feng Qingming also began to slowly cultivate his mind.

It is strange to say that in this place where there is no spiritual energy, when practising the inner gong mental method, it is still very fast, which makes Feng Qingming incredible.

But no matter how fast the cultivation speed is, it can't compare to the speed at which Mo Star Soul can eat.

After eating fish meat for four or five days in a row, he became a little bored, but with Feng Qingming's current ability, he still couldn't satisfy his appetite.

Ever since, Feng Qingming saw him again, not knowing where, and pulled out a bow and arrow.

It was made of the kind of Netherworld profound iron, and the whole body was dark, but it was full of killing-slaughter.

Just looking at the same makes people feel a sense of shame.

Is he Tinkerbell?

Why do you take out something in a while, and take out something in a while?

Before, the round cylinder that Qingsang soaked, and the suspicious gas in the round cylinder.

"What do you see me doing? You don't want to kill people for treasure, do you?"

Mo Xinghun looked at her, then tightly hugged his chest with both hands.

"..."

Feng Qingming lost a roll of eyes to him, let him slowly realize it, picked up the Netherworld Profound Iron Bow and Arrow, and walked outside.

Go get him a rabbit! !

What's going on, this guy, how can there be so many differences in the plot.

What is going on? ?

Feng Qingming had a lot of things, but couldn't figure it out, so she chose to remain indifferent.

Just such a month passed.