Riding a Phoenix to Cultivation

Chapter 125: Golden Moon Born (8)

Feng Yi looked at the purple little dragon rushing over aggressively, and imagined in his heart that he would ruthlessly tear this dragon into pieces.

What are you talking about?Won't it thunder?
While complaining about Xiaolong, Feng Yi quickly leaned forward, hugged the little wonton against the excruciating thunder and lightning, turned around and ran away.

The little ravioli of the Lei family is a bit stupid, and now lying in Feng Yi's arms, she is dizzy and dizzy, and she doesn't realize... She was kidnapped by Feng Yi!

Xiaolong was angry: Bastard, bastard, who looks like a coquettish|coquettish big cock, dare to steal my little master!

I will kill you, I will kill you, I will kill you!

Feng Yi...

"Do you dare to stop thundering! The clothes are all torn and look like beggars!"

Lei Xiaowonton still clutched Feng Yi's clothes, lying on Feng Yi's shoulders, they looked at Feng Yi who was crazy, and Xiao Long who was convulsed by the thunder, and laughed happily...

Feng Yi desperately ran to the surface of the water, and the moment Xiaolong came over, he jumped into the water holding the wontons.

The ice-cold water wrapped up the small ravioli of the thunder system, and the little guy finally reacted slowly and became frightened, kicking and beating Feng Yi randomly with his little hands and feet.

Feng Yi was nearly torn apart by the lightning, and now he was going to be beaten, and he wanted to slap this disobedient lightning-type ravioli away.

But...the big wonton hasn't been found yet!
When Feng Yi turned his head and saw the purple little dragon rushing into the water and swimming towards him, he thought silently, when will his days of being both a father and a mother end?Yaoshou~
The purple little dragon frantically chased him up, but Feng Yi suddenly turned around and swam back when the little dragon was approaching him, and the little dragon rushed forward without turning the corner in time.

Surprisingly, there seemed to be an invisible baffle in the deep water, which bounced the purple dragon back.

Seeing this scene, Feng Yi sneered.

This underwater is really tricky.

Taking advantage of the purple little dragon being bounced back, Feng Yi swam to the depths with the small lightning-type ravioli.

Soon Feng Yi could no longer dive in. Seeing the purple little dragon rushing up behind him, he threw the little wonton towards the deep water with a flick of his hands.

The little purple dragon groaned, and rushed over with a flick of its tail.

Fengyi felt his whole body go numb for a while, and then the water under the water surged rapidly, gradually forming a huge vortex.

At the most critical moment, the purple little dragon couldn't control the thunder and lightning, and shattered the barrier in the water.

The barrier disappeared, the still water flowed again, a vortex formed, and Feng Yi was swept into the underwater cave in the same way as Wonton.

When Feng Yi was sucked into the vortex, he still retained a sliver of sanity, and opened his eyes when he felt the surroundings calmed down.

I saw a small wonton with cat ears on the head of the wonton, and a little wonton wearing a red bellyband and a purple dragon wrapped around his waist sitting blankly beside him...

The three wontons just stared at him dumbfounded! ! !
Feng Yi: Two more wontons can make a dish.

"Feng Yi, are you... all right?" Wonton was the first to come to his senses, and pulled Feng Yi's clothes with a delicate expression.

Feng Yi frowned, looked down at himself in tatters, and sneered at Xiaolong who was wrapping around Lei Department's little wonton's waist.

When the opportunity arises, we must take care of this dragon.

"It's okay, but... where is this place?"

After Feng Yi looked around, he set his eyes on the stone bed under him.

The extremely strong gold-type aura, the cat-like and human-like thing on the top of Wonton's head should be the incarnation of the gold-type spiritual root, so this is where the gold-type spiritual root is located?
But apart from this stone bed, there is no feeling of a gold-type spiritual root territory here.

(End of this chapter)