The night is like flowing water, dotted with stars, a silver moon hangs in the sky, and the silver moonlight pours down, the beauty is intoxicating.
The manor was very quiet, with the occasional sound of insects chirping, making the moonlight even more beautiful.
Feng Hao was also drunk, but he was drunk not because of the moonlight, but because of the beauty in his arms.
The beauty is as tender as water, leaning softly on the boy's left and right sides, saying endless love words and endless thoughts.
At this moment, the two women did not compete for favor. They just leaned against the young man quietly, inhaling the breath of the young man that made them intoxicated. Their eyes were slightly closed, and their pretty faces showed happy smiles.
Feng Hao could feel the girl's affection.
The two girls were beautiful and fragrant. I felt pity for them, but they fell in love with me. This moved him very much, and at the same time, he felt a sense of guilt in his heart.
"How can I, Fenghao, be so virtuous..."
Feng Hao sighed softly, with a hint of melancholy in his eyes.
His strength was still too low, and even the safety of the two women could not be guaranteed, which made him feel worried.
If it weren't for Xiao Qiuqiu, how would I have solved the problem today?
Everything still comes from strength. Today, if I were a Martial Lord or a Martial King, how could such a thing happen?
He wants to improve his strength, improve it crazily, so that he can intimidate the heroes.
"Competition of all nations!"
This is just the first step. Being strong yourself is not enough. A strong country and a strong family are what Feng Hao wants.
And the stage of the great competition between nations happens to be a stage for fame.
If he can win the first prize, as long as he can enter the Holy King Mountain, then the safety of the Feng family will definitely not be a problem, and no one will dare to make any ideas.
However, with his current strength, if he wants to win the championship, it seems that he is still a little bit behind. Even if he breaks through to the peak of martial arts, he is not absolutely sure.
After fighting against Cheng Nan for a while these days, he felt that none of these monsters were weak, and once they used their trump card, he might not be able to deal with them.
This crisis made his heart become very heavy.
He can't wait another ten years!
There are many things waiting for him to do. For example, Shennong's Pharmacopoeia, he is only half-experienced. He has been relying on the "medicine" and "property" of Chi Lian's King of Medicine. However, once Chi Lian
When the "Medicine" King's "medicine" and "nature" are squandered, he will be beaten back to his true form.
It’s just a high-level Xuan level!
There were so many pharmacists like this in the Jin Dynasty that they were inconspicuous at all!
Then, he can only be absolutely sure if he breaks through and breaks through to Wuzong!
Because, that is the same starting line!
The competition between the nations lasted for several months, and he still had time!
"Brother Hao."
Sensing the strangeness of the young man, the two women raised their heads and looked at him with some confusion.
"Haha! It's okay."
Seeing the worry on the pretty faces of the two girls, Feng Hao put on a smile, a bright light flashed in his eyes, and said, "By the way, I have something for you."
As he spoke, he took out a long sword exuding cold air from the ring and handed it to Wan Xin's hand.
"This...is it a spiritual weapon?"
Looking at the cold sword in her hand, Wan Xin opened her little mouth cutely, her eyes full of surprise.
Naturally, this was specially prepared for her by Feng Hao, a high-grade ice-attributed spiritual iron, a high-grade ice-attributed spiritual weapon forged by Lu Song!
"Haha, do you like it?"
Feng Hao was very satisfied with her reaction and looked at her with a smile on his face.
"Yeah, I like it!"
Holding the long sword and feeling the cold energy within it, Wan Xin knew that with this spiritual weapon, her strength could be increased several times.
In the excitement, the girl came close to his face, and her warm lips left a moist lip mark on the boy's face, and the girl herself was blushing.
Pretty face.
"Well..."
Feng Hao was stunned for a moment, smiled coquettishly, and when he saw Qiong Ling'er pouting, he turned over his hand, took out another long sword, and handed it over directly.
Although this long sword has no "property", it is still a top-grade spiritual weapon. There is a glistening light flowing on it. One look at it and you can tell that it is not an ordinary grade.
After taking the long sword, Qiong Ling'er's charming face was like a flower blooming. She leaned over and left her mark on the other side of Feng Hao's face, and then she looked frightened.
Little Rabbit stood up quickly, ran to the side, and played with the magic weapon.
"hehe!"
Seeing the two dancing girls, Feng Hao's face was filled with a satisfied smile.
If a beautiful woman is like this, what else can I ask for?
He didn't have anything dissatisfied, he just felt a little sorry for the two "women". After all, there was also the matter of Qingwu that he couldn't honestly say.
After playing with it for a while and feeling the changes, the two "women" were even more delighted.
At the same time, they also knew that the spiritual weapon in their hands was probably not ordinary.
"Thank you, Brother Hao."
The two "women" shouted sweetly, clustered on both sides of the boy, and leaned closely against the boy's side. Their beautiful faces were full of happiness and joy.
The color of the night is charming, and lovers whisper.
The two "women" expressed their thoughts one by one, and Feng Hao also told the two "women" what he had seen and heard. He could only speak about Qingwu's matter.
The thrills in the Warcraft Mountains, what they saw on the road, and the bizarre ancient ruins all deeply attracted the attention of the two women.
"It turns out that the 'wool' materials in the gambling stone workshop come from ancient ruins."
"Um."
Feng Hao nodded, "That is an area full of miracles, but also extremely dangerous."
The dragon-headed wild beasts, unicorns, and even the two king-level wild beasts that appeared that night greatly stimulated Feng Hao's nerves.
Under their feet, I was like an ant, with no ability to resist at all.
Although the two "women" were full of curiosity about the ancient ruins, they gave up the idea of going there for sightseeing after hearing Feng Hao's words.
Without strength, what's the use of going there?
"Hey,..."
When Qiong Ling'er put her hand on Feng Hao's chest, she felt something furry. She straightened up and asked suspiciously, "Brother Hao, what is that in your arms?"
"
"Oh, it's a little beast."
Feng Hao was stunned for a moment, then understood. He reached in and pulled out the little ball, "It's called the little ball."
The little guy was so innocent. He was sleeping soundly, but he was woken up by this unscrupulous master. His eyes suddenly filled with tears. I felt pity for him and looked at Feng Hao with resentment.
"Wow!...What a cute little thing!"
Seeing such a little beast, the two "women" had stars in their eyes, stretched out their hands, and grabbed the little ball.
Poor little Qiuqiu still wanted to hide, but was betrayed by his master. He fell directly into the clutches of the two "women" and fell into endless pain.
Feng Hao pretended not to see any of this.
This guy totally deserves it.
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