But what was different from what was expected was that Xi'er's mother...she woke up!

At this moment, a woman with a well-proportioned and graceful upper body was sitting quietly by the bed, seemingly closing her eyes and regulating her breath. It seemed that the damage caused to her by the Black Creek Jiao had not yet completely healed.

It wasn't until she heard Fan Ming's voice that "Xi'er is not suitable, your mother will blame you" that she opened her eyes.

When Xi'er saw her mother waking up, she ran over.

"Mom, you're awake."

Qingqiu Yinlan first looked down at Xi'er, probably guessing how she came back, and then looked up at Fan Ming. Facing this strange man who suddenly appeared in her bedroom, Qingqiu Yinlan didn't show any excited reaction.

, just a slight flash of scrutiny.

But when she noticed Feng Ying in Fan Ming's arms, her expression changed drastically for the first time, from shock to uneasiness.

She supported her uncomfortable body, walked slowly to Fan Ming, grabbed one of Feng Ying's hanging arms, breathed a sigh of relief after a moment, and said to herself:

"Fortunately, it's just too much mana consumption..."

After saying that, she looked up at Fan Ming with a slight hesitation.

Fan Ming understood and took the initiative to introduce himself:

"Hello, my name is Fan Ming, from Beishan County."

"Aren't you a cultivator?" Qingqiu Yinlan frowned slightly. She couldn't understand why Feng Ying was held by an ordinary mortal, and she couldn't understand why Xi'er would bring such a man back.
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"As you can see, I am still a mortal for the time being."

Hearing this, Qingqiu Yinlan looked at Fan Ming again, and the confusion in her heart suddenly deepened. The aura behind this mortal was actually inextricably linked to the power of Beishan's heaven and earth.

Such a situation should not happen to a mortal...even human monks cannot do it.

Qingqiu Yinlan was silent for a moment, and then said: "Put her on the bed, and then please leave for a while."

Fan Ming is naturally good-natured, but staying here makes him feel like something is wrong.

But just when he was about to put the person down, the accident happened again...

Leader Feng, who had been unconscious for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes and met Fan Ming's gaze.

The most terrible thing is that the position is so unlucky. Fan Ming is holding Feng Ying's back, bending slightly, and is about to lay her down. People who don't know the truth will probably think that he is leaning down to make her unconscious.

Awake people do some indescribable things.

By chance, Feng Ying, who had just woken up, was the one who didn't know the truth.

For a moment, big eyes stared at small eyes, and the atmosphere suddenly solidified!

Fan Ming's heart is about to collapse. When is the best time to wake up? Why choose this time?!

He could neither get up nor get down at this moment, and he was at a loss.

Behind him, Qingqiu Yinlan’s words saved him.

"You can go out first."

Fan Ming was granted amnesty, and following Qingqiu Yinlan's words, he put Feng Ying down very naturally, and then turned around and left without any delay.

Xi'er seemed to want to follow Fan Ming out, but Qingqiu Yinlan grabbed her arm and said with a very solemn expression: "Xi'er, mom has something to ask you later..."

As for Feng Ying, who is lying in bed, it seems that she has not yet fully woken up...

Outside the wooden house, Fan Ming absentmindedly admired the snowy scenery of the cave. There was no doubt that the man and the fox were the figures in the world of immortality that he had been looking for... and maybe even a big shot.

That woman Feng Ying had claimed to be the head of the Beast Taming Sect before... Fan Ming was not sure what kind of existence the Beast Taming Sect was, but to be the head of the Beast Taming Sect as a woman must be a very remarkable role.

Fan Ming felt a little uneasy. Logically speaking, he had helped a lot today. As the head of a sect, Chief Feng should have expressed some gratitude for this.

He originally wanted to take this opportunity to shamelessly worship her directly, or at least join her sect.

But the embarrassing scene that just happened, I wonder if it will leave any bad impression on Head Feng.

More importantly, when she wakes up, she will definitely find that the clothes she is wearing are not hers and... the fact that she may have been naked in front of a man...

In short, my scalp is numb!

After a while, there was no unusual movement from the cabin.

Fan Ming, who was in a irritable mood, took the unnamed divine arrow in his quiver in front of him.

Looking at this rather magical arrow, Fan Ming felt somewhat comforted.

Even if he failed to worship the Immortal Cultivation Sect this time, he still gained nothing.

In his mind, he recalled the scene where he shot the Black River Jiao Neidan not long ago.

In addition to the excellent material of this arrow, the most magical thing is that it accelerates on its own.

At that time, the height of the Black Creek Dragon and its inner elixir was at least two to three hundred meters. It was difficult for the five-stone bow in Fan Ming's hand to shoot to that height. Even if it could hit it, Fan Ming did not think that the Black Creek Dragon's demon was

Dan would be so fragile that a weak arrow would cause any actual damage.

Therefore, it is not him who can truly determine the outcome with one arrow, but the arrow itself. At best, he is just a tool responsible for launching and aiming.

If he had had this arrow in his hand when he first met the Ghost Thief King, a mere innate master would not be worth mentioning!

He can blow up the Ghost Thief King's head with one arrow from a distance.

Want to hide? No way!

When the ability of this arrow is combined with the buff of [Hunting (Suitable)], the effect displayed is almost the legendary automatic navigation or automatic tracking!

Now that he has this arrow in his hand, Fan Ming can say that he doesn't have to be afraid of any innate warriors. As for the Grandmaster Warrior... he is not sure. After all, he has only heard about how powerful the Grandmaster Warrior is and has not seen it with his own eyes...

…

Just when Fan Ming was thinking wildly, a soft voice came into his mind.

"Little friend Fan, please come in and talk again!"

Fan Ming looked around and confirmed that the sentence did not enter his ears through sound transmission, but was directly transmitted remotely into his brain through some unknown method.

Even if we don’t mention the colorful attack spells, just this ordinary "brain sound transmission technique" can arouse the curiosity of many people.

Fan Ming couldn't help but become more and more interested in various magical spells for cultivating immortals.

He put the arrow back into his quiver and walked towards the cabin.

When he walked out before, he closed the door behind him.

But when he was about to push the door open again, the door opened by itself.

Fan Ming glanced inside. Qingqiu Yinlan and Feng Ying were each holding a cup of tea, sitting on the futons on either side of the small mahogany table. Xi'er was holding a pot of tea and pouring it into another teacup.

Tea.
Chapter completed!