The first wild phoenix master beast: lazy concubine Zhu Tian

After Yi Birou and her four maids left, Feng Yunmo took Yi Birou's handkerchief and stuffed it into Beiming Yexuan's mouth. She raised her brows and gave a playful smile at the corner of her mouth: "

If you bite it, it will hurt."

Beiming Yexuan frowned in embarrassment. In fact, the pain was nothing.

Who would have known that when Feng Yunmo stuffed the handkerchief into his mouth, without any preparation, he inserted the knife deeply into the pus-filled wound on his abdomen.

Suddenly, he clenched his teeth and thought to himself: How could this girl be so cruel?

He groped around with his hand, and found Sha Qianchen, who had just transformed into a nine-tailed fox, sleeping next to him. He put a palm on his furry body and pinched it hard.

"Ah..." Sha Qianchen was pinched by him so much that all the hair on his body stood up. His screams were slightly mutated. He stuck out his tongue, widened his eyes, and looked at Beiming Yexuan, looking like he was resigned to death.

He was about to burst into tears and used his spiritual communication skills to yell at Beiming Yexuan: "Why is it always me who gets hurt?"

Beiming Yexuan bit his handkerchief and looked at Sha Qianchen and sneered: "I was injured, but you were sleeping beside me."

"Okay." He took out the Fuyuan Powder from the space and sprinkled it on Beiming Yexuan's wounds.

The wound was slightly cool and slowly healed. I saw that the crack that was wide open just now was completely intact.

Beiming Yexuan let go of Sha Qianchen, took off the handkerchief in his mouth, frowned, and stared at the dagger and Fuyuan Powder she had taken: "Where did you get these things?"

Feng Yunmo took the Fuyuan Powder and asked, "Is this what you are talking about?"

The ancient bell hanging on her wrist made a slight tinkling sound. Beiming Yexuan held her hand: "Ancient bell?"

He spoke in a low voice and deliberately suppressed it.

There were many mysterious masters and warriors resting under the big trees around. If they knew that Feng Yunmo was holding an ancient artifact in her hand, she would be in big trouble.

Seeing that he deliberately covered the ancient bell tied to her wrist, she felt that something was fishy, ​​and asked in a low voice: "Is there any problem?"

"Where did you get it?" He looked solemn.

"I fell into the river of flames. When I opened my eyes, it appeared in front of me." Feng Yunmo stared into his eyes.

His deep eyes suddenly made it impossible to capture any emotion, and he casually uttered a sentence: "No wonder..."

"What?" Feng Yunmo asked curiously.

"It's nothing." He secretly used Xuanli to integrate the ancient bell into her body using strange techniques. When he took his hand away, Feng Yunmo's wrist with the ancient bell tied there was nothing else.

"you……"

"Don't worry, it's still on you. Don't let the third person know about this thing." She put down her sleeves, then reached out and poked the small bag on her chest, and asked: "It can't be the little one inside."

Dog."

"No." Feng Yunmo paused and then said, "I was just about to ask you something about this thing and this thing."

She stretched out her hand and pointed at the wrist tied with the ancient bell, and then pointed at the small bag.

Or the little guy felt that someone was inside the discussion. The little guy quietly revealed his little head, stretched out his two paws, rested on the side of the bag, and called out "Wangwang" twice to Beiming Yexuan.

.

"Should I say you are very lucky or should I say you are unlucky? You have suddenly provoked something big." Beiming Yexuan reached out and stroked the little white tiger: "It's best that it always looks like this."

"Beiming Yexuan, tell me what you know." From his inexplicable words, she sensed the seriousness of something.