The little doctor concubine is a little poisonous

Chapter 92
But now, Nangong Yan was determined not to be the elder of Lingyun Sect, and Mo Rufeng had also left the imperial capital, but she was still alive and well.

Because of the attack before, Feng Yuyan was afraid in her heart, and would not attack her easily, so she wanted to use Long Yu's hand to get rid of her.

Long Yu wanted to dedicate her to the elder of Lingyun Sect, and he would not kill her no matter what.

No matter what kind of situation she is in, she can always survive from desperation.

Now that she has returned to Feng Mansion, she seems to be in a deep quagmire, who would have guessed that she is the one who was abused?
Dirty eyes gleamed with light, such a person, is it worth relying on?
Stained three steps in two, climbed back into Feng Zhuo's sleeves, tugged at her sleeves, and said: "Master Yin, I want to give you a big gift!"

Feng Zhuo was taken to the dilapidated courtyard where he lived before by the servants of Feng's mansion.

Familiar formula, familiar taste.

She lay lazily on the bed, without deliberate movements or words, the dignity and elegance that came out of her bones made the whole yard radiant.

She lowered her eyes, turned her finger towards the sleeve, and flicked the raised point, "There is no one here, so there is no need to cover up. What do you want to give me?"

The dirt fell out of the sleeve, and the tatoo on its back fell to the ground. Its short limbs kept waving, like a tortoise with its legs upturned. It took a lot of effort to sit up.

Bullying people again!
Dirty grunted a few times, turned his face away, and looked arrogant.

Come please the uncle!

"Don't tell me? Amuse me? Do you dare to let your ass hurt when you're idle?" Feng Zhuo glanced casually, "Do you want me to cut it for you?"

Dirty fried hair!
It immediately bent down and crawled. Pointing to the pagoda on its back with its small paws, it said: "The one on my back is a pagoda! It is different from other things, and it can be restored layer by layer. And there is no need to Restore one layer at a time, as long as you apply the ability on it and keep the power of the ability flowing, it can be restored bit by bit."

Feng Zhuo's pupils shrank, but his complexion did not change: "It sounds like a great gift, I wonder what treasures are there on the first floor?"

"I don't know!" Diou was a little frustrated. After the pagoda was shattered, many things were lost, and some inexplicable things came back, "I won't let you down no matter what!"

"Let's believe you just once!" Feng Zhuo said, spreading out his palms, and Shousou immediately jumped onto her palms, retracting his limbs, his plump body just happened to fill her palms.

Dazzling white light flashed on Feng Zhuo's palm, the light passed through the dirt and landed on Tato.

Feng Zhuo quietly sensed the speed of restoration, narrowing his eyes slightly.

It takes 360 hours to restore a layer?
It will take half a month to keep the energy of the ability without sleep and rest?

How did it take so long?
"Master Yin, the flow of time here is different from that in 2222!" Shou Zou raised his head, staring at Feng Zhuo with wet eyes, worried that Feng Zhuo would quit after knowing the difficulty of restoration.

"En! Got it!" Feng Zhuo didn't say much.

This small tower must be something against the sky, and the things inside will naturally not be ordinary things.

It would be hypocritical for her to complain.

Just, how to keep yourself safe and sound during these 360 ​​hours?

Feng Zhuo lowered his eyes, thinking carefully.

(End of this chapter)