The slender fingers turned around in the air and fell on Xinglian's forehead again. Si Fengjingyan lit her forehead and matte it finely. After a while, she met her gaze again, "The injury is not serious, and the swelling will probably be reduced tomorrow."

“…”

Only then did Xing Lian see that at some point he pinched a small bottle in his hand, a faint fragrance of medicine floated out of the mouth of the bottle, probably a ointment that reduces swelling and removes blood stasis.

When she talked about the bag on her forehead, she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. It was so damn! But she just eavesdropped on some things she shouldn't have heard. As for running around so panickedly, now, if someone knew that her fifth-level mysterious spiritual power actually hit the door frame, wouldn't she laugh?

Xing Lian stammered his neck, and once again turned his head away from his touch, and hummed awkwardly, "What are you afraid of about this little injury? People who learn martial arts are not careful about the details..."

Si Fengjingyan curled the corners of her lips, withdrew her hand, and asked knowingly: "How did you hurt?"

"What do you care about?" The woman glared at him and picked up the food in front of her again, "Eat quickly, eat it until you finish it!"

She didn't want to say that Si Feng Jingyan didn't force herself and put the medicine bottle back into the space ring again.

Xing Lian was only concerned about the messy situation, but he did not notice the gradually condensed face of the woman behind him.

The originally pretty face was so gloomy and terrifying that the hand hidden in the cuffs was tightly pinched, and the palms were hurt by nails.

This woman dared to speak like this to King Jing...

How many people in this world have tried their best to get King Jing to glance at him? Now... His Highness King Jing personally took action to apply medicine for her. Not only did she push her away, she dared to be so disrespectful to him?

How many women's gifts that were jealous of the jealous were driven away by her as if she was waving a fly...

Is she crazy?

Xing'er's unconcealed hostility was finally noticed by Xing Lian. She turned around in confusion and saw the woman standing behind Si Fengjingyan's red eyes that wanted to kill, and her heart skipped a beat.

Has she done something wrong?

Is this class hatred or national hatred with her? It seems that I can’t even know her, so I don’t think she is the enemy who killed her father, right?

Just as she was about to ask, a light bell suddenly sounded from the door. She was instantly attracted by her attention and looked up at the door.

At this moment, I was stunned.

The rhythm of driving corpses in Xiangxi?

A girl at the door covered her face with a gauze. She held a bell in her hand and shook it after walking for two steps. Behind her, seven or eight shaking girls followed her. When she heard the sound of the bell, she took a step forward, as if she was being led by the sound of the bell.

"Si, Si Feng Jingyan, look at that person..." She pulled the sleeves of the man beside her and signaled softly.

Although I have never seen the corpse, I have heard of it, but this is the first time I have seen a corpse. She is short of knowledge or was really stunned by the collision.

Those behind are humans, are they indeed humans?

Although the seven or eight girls walked shaking, their expressions were dull, and they looked like they were demented, they all looked like they were demented.

Si Fengjingyan looked at her gaze, her eyes slightly darkened, and she spoke softly, "Soul-bound Master."

"Soul-bound Master?" Xing Lian widened his eyes in shock and glanced at him again, "What kind of kung fu is this? Can even a living person control it?"
Chapter completed!