"It's not impossible to give you another one. Do you have any valuable items with you?"

"I've been a little poor recently." Qin Feng smiled and extended his palm towards Aimiye.

How can there be such a cheap thing in the world? How can you get it without paying the price?

The trick of using empty gloves and a white wolf is not feasible here.

"How can anyone come up and ask for something from a girl?" Ai Miye rolled his eyes silently as he knocked Qin Feng's outstretched palm away.

"Just asking if there is one?"

"No."

"Tsk." Qin Feng held Erlang's legs with a smile, holding his chin and looking at Ai Miye in front of him from bottom to top, and the corners of his eyes quickly narrowed involuntarily.

"Are you thinking of something bad?" Ai Miye crossed his arms and took a quick step back. His green eyes were full of disgust, as if he were looking at a shameless bug.

"I'm really thinking about it."

"Aimi Ye, you have become more beautiful."

Huh, don't think that just saying that will make me promise you to do something bad." Ai Miye's cheeks were slightly red, and her long white legs silently took a step back again.

"Don't worry, it's not a bad thing."

"I just want you to use your feet..."

"Change, pervert!!"

"You...you actually want me to use my feet!"

Aimi Ye quickly moved away from Qin Feng like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

The vigilance in his eyes almost solidified.

Wandering for so many years.

Some people have weird hobbies.

Some people like hand control, some like leg control, and some people like to turn corpses into puppets for viewing.

"What are you thinking about? I just want you to step on a jar of sauerkraut for me. As long as you agree, I will give you another one. Do you also want to grow taller?" Qin Feng smiled and shook the cherry blossoms in his hand that exuded pink heat.

love.

Staring at the round thing, Ai Miye struggled for a moment, and the light in his eyes kept flashing.

"Don't pull me down."

"Give it to someone else."

"I will do it! Is it okay if I do it...don't give it to others..." Ai Miye's eyes turned red, her lips tightened, and her voice was as pitiful as the sound of a mosquito.

The butterfly who listened silently stared at the boss with an expression of disbelief.

Since Brother Feng wants this foreign girl to step on sauerkraut with his feet?

Brother Feng is broken!

Qin Feng twitched the corner of his mouth and threw the spiritual food in his hand to Aimi Ye, with an inexplicable charm shining in his eyes.

In fact, it's not a big deal. In the previous life, the wine produced in Europe was produced by the feet of beautiful girls wearing Chinese costumes.

Compared with using a machine, the aroma of the wine produced by your feet will only become more mellow.

Of course, sterilization is very strict.

The same goes for stepping on sauerkraut.

In the past, many sauerkraut manufacturers spent a lot of money to hire beautiful girls to step on sauerkraut.

Pay attention to sufficient fermentation.

This is why instant noodles are so expensive.

Thinking of the delicious pickled cabbage instant noodles in his previous life, Qin Feng smacked his lips and turned to look in the direction of the battlefield.

Golden light flashed, the ghost eye opened silently, and the sight was filled with dense sword shadows.

The source of the sword shadow is the Night King and the middle-aged man named Lancelot.

There are no gorgeous martial arts, just a competition of swordsmanship.

With the ghost eyes closed, the Night King and the middle-aged blond man still remained motionless.

The attack speed of the two men was so fast that the image of them still lingered on the spot.

A single strike from the eighth-level realm has great power, let alone two middle-level experts.

Qin Feng rubbed his sore eyes and stopped paying attention to the battlefield, then closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

The speed is too fast and the movement cannot be seen clearly.

sleep.

The competition is quite good. If there is a real fight with these 300,000 soldiers, Eunuch Wang can flawlessly take care of the more than 100,000 elite cavalry lying behind him.

after all.

There are also quite a few masters from the Western Continent opposite.

…

"Meow! Meow!"

The sleepy Qin Feng frowned, and heard the cry of lambs and many cheers in his ears.

Opening his eyes, many lying soldiers with red cheeks came into view.

Qin Feng turned to look at Aimi Ye, who was watching with his chin on his side, "Win?"

"Tsk, the old man selling candied haws on a stick was struck by seven swords, and Sir Lancelot was struck by eight swords."

"hateful."

"Why did the old man selling candied haws on a stick win! Lord Lancelot is so strong..." Ai Miye sighed, her eyes full of frustration.

"Crack!"

"You, why did you hit me on the head?"

The sudden pain on her head made Ai Miye couldn't help but protect her head with her hands and look up at Qin Feng.

"Smelly foreign girl, whose side are you on?"

"Of course...it's your side." Pouting her lips, Ai Miye turned her head arrogantly and replied biting her lip in a low mosquito-whispering voice.

Taking out a crystal glass cake and throwing it to Ai Miye, Qin Feng narrowed his eyes and looked at the central battlefield.

I had just taken a nap, but the place had already undergone earth-shaking changes.

The ground is full of potholes.

Densely covered with hundreds of sword marks, it was like being blown up by a honeycomb bomb.

In the center of the venue, in front of the Night King and a middle-aged blond man named Lancelot, there were two bottomless sword energy ravines.

After staring for a moment, Lancelot ignored the eight neatly arranged sword marks on his chest and slowly spoke, "Nice to meet you. Your swordsmanship is unique and I have benefited a lot from this battle.

"May I ask where your kendo master is from? I feel like I have seen him before."

The Night King, who frowned slightly, moved his hand, and the broken sword stuck on the ground rose up and was held in his hand, "Ye Mingliu."

"So that's it..." Lancelot smiled freely, and slowly fell to the ground with his body as strong as a lion.

"Lancelot!"

"Lord Lancelot!!!"

A group of powerful soldiers from the Western Continent who were watching screamed in surprise.

The Night King frowned and said that he was just out of strength, then turned around and walked toward the crowd in Mid-Continent.

Figures flickered in the sky, and Qin Feng came to the side of Night King, who was wearing armor like a soldier, "Senior Night King has worked hard, congratulations to senior on your triumphant return!"

"Thank you, little friend." He glanced at Qin Feng gratefully, and with his trembling palms, the Night King quickly took the bottle of lime fruit tea and poured it into his mouth.

After drinking a bottle, the Night King's pale cheeks regained a touch of blood, and his trembling body gradually became calmer.

I bought a bottle of baby for my little friend to restore my physical body.

In fact, I haven’t used it yet when I bought it.

Qin Feng, who had no idea what the Night King was thinking, couldn't help but smacked his lips.

He thought the old man Night King would lose this contest.
Chapter completed!