Feng Chen felt relieved when he saw that the six people who were still in pain had calmed down under Yu Qingqian's treatment.

   He formed a bond with three spiritual plants with different abilities, but he alone did not have the energy to crack illusions or sonic attacks.

   Watching his companions get caught in a sonic attack, all he can do is kill Yaozhi as soon as possible.

  Fengchen lowered his eyes, thinking in his heart that when he can form a bond with the fourth spiritual plant, he should go to find a spiritual plant with the ability to form an illusion.

   Yu Qing walked leisurely in front of the nine-colored magic lotus, bent down and reached out to gently touch its petals.

   Her wood-type special ability has an element that makes it friendly to plants, and the nine-colored magic lotus rubbed her hand like a spoiled child, and revealed the hidden lotus root in the lotus petals again.

   "Do you want to invite me to eat lotus seeds?" Her voice was clear and soft, with a kind of caring love.

   The nine-colored magic lotus rubbed her hand again, indicating that it meant just that.

   Yu Qingqing laughed softly, the soft color in his eyes was even stronger, sure enough, these ignorant plants are the cutest.

  Feng Chen came over and looked down at the nine-colored magic lotus approaching Yu Qingqian, her pale crimson lips overflowing with a slight arc, "It seems to like you very much!"

  Yu Qingqian turned her head and looked at Feng Chen's dark eyes like a deep pool of ancient wells, and smiled confidently: "I told you before that I am a beautiful woman who sees flowers bloom."

   Feng Chen laughed, "Your face is almost invincible."

   "Invincible is great! In the future, you can use your face as a shield." Yu Qingqian blinked and laughed.

  When Feng Chen saw Yu Qingqian's appearance, he remembered that when she was a child, she always praised her flowers and birds when they saw them.

   That naughty and agile appearance gradually overlapped with the present.

   He couldn't help pinching her delicate nose, "Qianqian, she's as naughty as she was when she was so old."

  "..." Yu Qingqian rolled his eyes, this sounded really speechless, can naughty be used on himself now?

   After recalling his cold, slightly cool, magnetic voice calling out the long-lost "Qianqian", her heart couldn't help but fluctuate.

   "Sick Beauty, it's the first time you called me Qianqian since we met." She turned her head to look at him.

  The two were very close, and Yu Qing's shallow breathing sprayed around Feng Chen's neck, making his heart seem to be constantly scratched by feathers.

   A rare warm smile appeared on his handsome face with picturesque eyebrows, and he joked: "Didn't you once force me to shout like this every day? Why do you dislike it now?"

  Yu Qingqian had rarely seen Feng Chen laugh like this since he was a child, and he was a little stunned for a while.

"Who said I disliked it? I like you to call me that." Seeing a bit of playfulness in his eyes, Yu Qingqian instantly recovered and said unconsciously, "Tsk tsk, sick beauty, you are provocative. The kung fu is growing!"

  A beauty is a beauty, and when she smiles, she is beautiful and charming, and she is so provoked that she wants to tie him tightly to her side, what should I do?

  When he shouted "Qianqian", his cold voice could always be a little warm, and the reverberation lingered around the beam, clear and penetrating into the heart. Whether it is five years old or sixteen years old, it is Yu Qingqian's favorite voice.

  Feng Chen found that Yu Qingqian began to tease him in a serious manner every few words, with a helpless smile in his narrow eyes, "Can't you be a bit feminine?"

   shows his minions from time to time, like a hooligan, so he doesn't know whether to cry or laugh.

   "I think I'm very feminine!" Yu Qingqian touched his chin and looked at him jokingly: "Why do I feel like you have experienced thousands of sails?"