The first female national teacher of waste material counterattack

Chapter 121 Wind Dance Academy (6)

Mengbao took a deep look at Feng Qingcheng, and jumped on Feng Qingcheng's chest. It pressed its little paw on the top of her "thumping" rhythmically beating heart, and the white light followed Mengbao's chest. Bao's little claw entered Feng Qingcheng's heart.

Feng Qingcheng, don't you want to become stronger?The two Yiren sisters are waiting for you to avenge them!You can't violate your agreement, so, you must have nothing to do!
Mengbao was thinking silently in his heart.

Its big black grape-like eyes are full of anxiety, and the white light source on the paws is much more intense than before.

When Feng Qingcheng woke up, Mengbao had disappeared. After she called out to her spiritual consciousness a few times, Mengbao lazily responded and told her that it was going to rest, for a long or short time.

Feng Qingcheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, when she thought that Mengbao might be missing, she felt flustered for a while, but when she heard its voice, she calmed down a little.

Feng Qingcheng smiled wryly, when did Mengbao become an indispensable part of her life?
She sighed, stopped thinking about it, and looked down at the wound on her ankle, only to find that her ankle was clean and white, there was no wound at all, not even a scar.

Her phoenix eyes flickered slightly, what's going on?Did Mengbao make it?
Her heart warmed slightly, she stood up, patted the dusty black men's clothing, she looked around, the snake that killed her was gone, and she didn't know where it went.

Feng Qingcheng sighed softly, and started to walk forward, but found that she couldn't move at all.

She looked down at her feet and found that there was nothing there. She tried her best to lift her legs and walked forward, but she still couldn't move at all.

Feng Qingcheng blinked her eyes in doubt, and when she was thinking about the reason, another voice suddenly appeared in her spiritual consciousness—it was still a child's voice: "Master, look at the back of the shoe."

Feng Qingcheng turned her head and saw a little snake biting the heel of her shoe, looking at her with aggrieved eyes.

Feng Qingcheng's eyes widened: "You, you, you, you——" She said seriously again, "Is it you talking in your spiritual consciousness?"

The little snake nodded very humanely.

"Impossible, I don't have a contract with you, how could you talk to me?" Feng Qingcheng denied.

The little snake let go of her heel, flicked its tail, jumped up, hooked its tail, hooked Feng Qingcheng's arm, and rubbed its head affectionately against Feng Qingcheng's palm.

Feng Qingcheng's pupils dilated. With this movement, she carefully looked at the little snake. It has a white body, a golden tail, blood-red eyes, and colorful plum blossom spots.
She frowned slightly, these features except that the snake does not have a one-meter-long body.
"Are you the snake that just fought with me and bit me?" The sentence was a question, but Feng Qingcheng's tone was affirmative.

The little snake nodded weakly, and looked at Feng Qingcheng with a pair of blood-red eyes aggrieved, and almost shed two tears to show how wronged it was.

"Then why have you become so small?" Feng Qingcheng wondered, "And how can you speak in my spiritual consciousness?"

(End of this chapter)