The fault of Bu Ling is not just her choice back then, nor is she the ignorance back then. At this moment, she is no longer the little girl back then. Bu Ling knows that her mistake was that she met this man at the wrong time.

"If... if we had known each other for three hundred and eighty years ago, would you laugh at me like other men?" Fu Ling wanted to ask Mo Feng this question, but she knew she could not ask because she was not worthy at all.

"Bai Ling, don't be stupid. You are just that witch, you are just that witch who plays with men and is also played with by men. You are destined to have no love in this life." Bai Ling was shouting in her heart. But Bai Ling knew that this was not the real expectation in her heart.

"Maybe, maybe one day I will die in a place where no one is, there is not even a person in this world who is willing to shed a tear for me, there is not even a person in this world who is willing to let me lie in his arms and watch me leave quietly..." Fu Ling knew that in fact, she was not afraid of death. There was no such thing in this world that could make her feel scared.

If there is any dream in the Bian Ling, it is this life. Even when she is dying, she can lie in a man's arms without words. Just watch quietly is enough. The Bian Ling is like a helpless lonely hun walking alone in this lantern market. She doesn't know where she should go.

The lights in the lamp market gradually went out, and fewer people on the street were coming home one after another. Fuling stood in front of the door of the family and watched the family sit happily together and eat supper, saying some experiences that might be boring in her eyes, but this moment was so warm and so far away in Fuling's eyes.

"Don't be stupid, this is not your life." Fu Ling chuckled softly. If anyone familiar with her, she could see it. Her smile was no longer that charm, but a hint of sadness and a hint of desolation.

The spirit of the Binding turned and left. No one saw that in the autumn wind, a teardrop ruthlessly slid on the ground and fell to pieces...

This night may be an unforgettable night for the Binding Spirit, and it is definitely unforgettable for Mo Feng. Mo Feng slept very heavily this night, and Mo Feng was not afraid of anyone's sneak attack, because Mo Feng shamelessly moved the little fat worm out and slept on the little fat worm.

Although the little fat worm has grown silver scales and has no soft and chubby body in the past, the size of the little fat worm is there. Mo Feng treats the little fat worm as a chuáng, which is definitely more than enough.

Moreover, Mo Feng dares to swear that with a little fat insect here, even if a cultivator from the Feather Realm comes, it is absolutely impossible to attack and kill yourself. No matter how fast you are, can you still teleport faster than space?

A night passed, and Mo Feng woke up the next morning. The rest of the night made Mo Feng completely bid farewell to his fatigue. He stretched his body and jumped up from the chuáng. When his spiritual thoughts opened, he felt the person standing outside the door.

"Sister got up early." Mo Feng spoke without looking at it with his eyes. Mo Feng had already known the identity of the person who came from his spiritual thoughts, and it was the spirit binder.

"Brother seems to be really exhausted!" The Bian Ling came not only early, but actually the Bian Ling didn't sleep all night. In the middle of the night, she stood outside the door alone, waiting until now. Maybe even she herself didn't know what she was waiting for.

"Yes, I'm really exhausted from flying all the way from Dongsheng Shenzhou to Zhanzhou for so many days." Mo Feng waved his arm gently, and his mind had opened the door. The spirit flew outside the door in a pretty face. When Mo Feng saw the spirit flew, he had an illusion that the spirit flew at this moment was completely different from the spirit flew yesterday.

But what is different is Mo Feng but can't catch it.

"Boy, what I said is right at all. This little girl really falls in love with you!" Mo Feng rested, Bai Yunsheng didn't rest. He had already seen the spirit of the Fist standing at the door, but the spirit of the Fist did not have any murderous intention towards Mo Feng. So Bai Yunsheng did not wake up Mo Feng either.

"Don't talk nonsense by Mr. Bai!" Mo Feng knew that Bai Yunsheng was the most unreliable.

"I didn't say nonsense. You know the charm of her body when we saw her the first day yesterday. But today you look at her, it seems that there is a little more..."

"Sadness" Mo Feng continued Bai Yunsheng's words. Indeed, Bai Yunsheng reminded Mo Feng that he really discovered the changes in the spirit of the bind. Compared with yesterday, the spirit of the bind is less charming but more sad.

"Boy, you are not an idiot. This sadness is probably aroused by you. I won't say anything, you can handle it yourself." Bai Yunsheng smiled dangerously. He smiled not only dangerously, but also very vulgar, which made Mo Feng have a very intention to kick him.

"Brother wash up, then I will take my brother to the Demon Temple." Fu Ling said as he tricked and took out a box from his hand. This box was the box Mo Feng ordered yesterday, and this box was far more exquisite than what Mo Feng asked for. It can be seen that Fu Ling should help.

"Thank you sister." Mo Feng clasped his fists slightly at the Bian Ling, then took out the spirit beads of yesterday from the chuáng and threw them to the Bian Ling.

The spirit of the binder fell out again and looked at Mo Feng helplessly.

For others, things that they have tried their best to snatch, and when they arrive at Mofeng, they are like a toy that can be thrown away and played with.

Mo Feng dared to throw it away because Mo Feng didn't care, but Fu Ling had to care. Fu Ling carefully put the spirit beads in his hand in the box, but when she raised her head, she widened her eyes...

The spirit of Bifeng could hardly believe what she saw... At this moment, Mo Feng was holding a bottle filled with the Spring of Life and pouring out the Spring of Life in it to wash his face, yes, Mo Feng used the spring water to wash his face and rinse his mouth... This almost exceeded the limit that Bifeng was able to bear when he was afraid of being able to bear! The Spring of Life, many people wanted to get a little bit of it, but Mo Feng used it to wash his face and rinse his mouth, what kind of freak is this!

At this moment, Biling understood why Mo Feng did not take the Spring of Life at all. Feelings are what others wash their faces.

At this moment, the spirit of Biling suddenly had an illusion. Is it false that the rumor is false? Is this fountain of life a living person? Mo Feng itself will produce the fountain of life? It is so shocking. Fortunately, the person I saw was Biling. Biling did not intend to tell anyone what I saw today, because she knew very well that the first thing people believed in this matter was not to say whether people believed it or not, even if people believed it, it would only have some bad effects on Mo Feng.

"Okay" After Mo Feng washed up, Fu Ling no longer knew what to say. He thought he had seen a lot of Mo Feng's things, but at this moment Fu Ling found that he was wrong. He was so wrong that he didn't understand the man in front of him at all...

When thinking about this, the question once again appeared in the mind of Biling Ling: If he had known each other for more than three hundred years, would he have ridiculed himself like others?

"Let's go!" Mo Feng walked to the side of the spirit. The washed Spring of Life had been collected by Mo Feng in his underworld. The River Styx in the underworld itself is the spiritual power of the Spring of Life. Although Mo Feng could not control it, it was still stress-free to simply throw something into it.

"Ah...ah...good...good..." Fu Ling stayed for a long time, then shook his head and threw some of the clips out of his mind, and said to Mo Feng: "The Lord of the Palace has been in seclusion these days. I will take you to the Demon God Temple later. Brother, wait a moment, I will find a way to report to the Lord of the Palace!" Fu Ling said as he patted the xiong chamber and looked like he was wrapped around me.

Mo Feng was slightly stunned when he heard the words of the Bian Ling. In fact, whether to see Su Sheng was not the key to come this time, the most important thing was to thank Zuo Yingxuan. This visit to Su Sheng was completely accompaniment. After all, it was wrong to Mo Feng not see Su Sheng when he came to this Demon God Temple, but Mo Feng also knew that seeing Su Sheng might be a little trouble.

Now that he heard that the spirit of Biling actually said that Su Sheng was in seclusion, Mo Feng suddenly felt that he might choose not to see Su Sheng.

"It turns out that King Pingyao is in seclusion. If that's the case, then forget it. My sister will give me this gift to King Pingyao. This time I came to the Demon God Temple not to visit King Pingyao. I am here to find friends." Mo Feng suddenly spoke, and his words obviously made Fu Ling stunned. Mo Feng said a moment ago that he wanted to see Su Sheng, but at this moment he actually said that he was looking for friends?

"Who do you want to Lou?"

"Zaoyingxuan!" Mo Feng said something and suddenly froze, then his mind turned wildly, and a terrible thought appeared in Fuling's mind.

Mo Feng came to find friends, and the person he was looking for was Zuo Yingxuan. This is nothing. Although Zuo Yingxuan is shameless and has few friends, he cannot guarantee that he really has super strong friends.

But the most terrifying thing is the thing that the spirit known from Huā Bailou two days ago!
Chapter completed!