Divine Phoenix is ​​not a concubine

Chapter 7 Who is the little bastard?
When Feng Yuelu woke up the next day, he saw the doctor shaking his head helplessly:

"Miss Fifth's injury was infused with fire spirit power. Ordinary medicines may only heal the wound, but cannot remove the scar. Unless you can get a Tianjing Jade Rong Pill. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Feng Yuelu said anxiously: "I don't care, you are a doctor, you must cure me."

"It's not that I didn't try my best. If there is no Tianjing Yurong Pill, the gods will be hard to save. Fortunately, the wound is not deep and will not affect the body."

"Then what about my face?" Feng Yuelu's eyes revealed deep resentment.

Feng Yuelu didn't know that she was hurt by her spiritual power, if she didn't have Tianjing Yurong Pill, which is hard to find for gods, she would be disfigured for a lifetime.When she attacked Feng Xingying yesterday, she was right on this point, but she didn't expect the retribution to come so quickly.

No, she is not reconciled, she does not believe it.

She is still a third-level spiritual person. In the main house yesterday, she was just attacked by Feng Xingying, and she didn't have time to use her spiritual power.

Today, she must find her way back.

Now that her face has been torn apart, it's either you die or I live, she doesn't have to pretend to be a good sister.

……

Star Phoenix Court.

"Feng Xingying, Feng Xingying, get out!" Feng Yuelu's voice was full of frustration.

The corner of Feng Xingying's mouth twitched slightly, and he pushed open the door.

What greeted her was a black soft leather whip, which lashed Xingying's face straight across her head and face.

Feng Xingying stepped aside like a nimble civet cat, and the whip slammed on the delicate wooden door, making an ear-piercing click.

"Little bastard, how dare you hide?!" Feng Yuelu was furious, showing a fierce look, and was about to charge up again, brandishing his whip.

Feng Xingying was the most timid before, Feng Yuelu could see clearly, every time Feng Yuexian would whip her, she would be honest.

She pretended to be a good person for so long, and now she also wanted to learn how to whip someone. Anyway, Feng Xingying is a waste, so it's better to whip her to vent her anger while her grandmother is away.

Feng Yuelu didn't hold back at all, she wished she could shatter Feng Xingying's face with a whip.

Unexpectedly, Feng Xingying raised his hand and snatched Feng Yuelu's whip away.

With this whip, Feng Yuelu couldn't pull it out.

Because at this moment she was clutching her right wrist and screaming, and the leather whip was nestling in Feng Xingying's hand.

Before Feng Yuelu could figure out what happened, her wrist had already been drawn.

Holding the whip in his hand, Feng Xingying looked at Feng Yuelu with a smile.

"Little bastard, how dare you!" Feng Yuelu saw that Feng Xingying was about to make a move, and yelled sharply, "How dare you touch me just because you are such a good-for-nothing?"

"Snapped!"

Feng Xingying fell with a whip, accompanied by Feng Yuelu's screams.

"Who are you calling a bastard?" Feng Xingying whipped again.

"You, you still dare to hit me? Ah!"

"Let me ask you one more question, who are you talking about, the bastard?" Feng Xingying just slapped his head and face. "Is it fun to smoke people? I think it's normal."

Feng Yuelu was in severe pain and wanted to hide.

But for some reason, Feng Xingying's whip seemed to have eyes, every time it landed on the sore spot, but none of it landed on the hand, face and other places that could be seen at a glance.

She is a third-order spirit, which is different from ordinary people.Even the spirits who have just joined us, because they can communicate the power of the elements for their own use, have much stronger abilities than ordinary people.

But Feng Yuelu wanted to summon the earth spirit power she was good at, but felt that the spirit energy in her body was broken and she couldn't summon it at all.

One whip, two whips, three whips...

"Tell me, who is the little bastard?" Feng Xingying whipped his whip a few times before asking patiently.

In the beginning, Feng Yuelu was stubborn, and then she was forced to shut up obediently, but Feng Xingying did not intend to let her go.

If this continues, she will be beaten to death!

Feng Yuelu's body was in unbearable pain, and under Feng Xingying's pressure, she had no choice but to respond hastily: "I, it's me."

"How are you? I can't hear you well."

(End of this chapter)