Chapter 12: Run, sister

C_t; dead, or surrender!

You didn't see it, is there a pot of leopard broth in the stone pot?

That is the end of the unsubmissive, it does not want to be a braised lion head. ()

"Little wind, you said this is our watcher?"

Ling Qing's small face was nervous, timid and shrinking, and did not dare to approach the golden lion. The latter had a martial-like atmosphere, which made her fear.

"Yes."

Ling Feng smiled softly, and the grass was smashed, so that Ling Qing could not be cold.

Then he glanced at the golden lion and shouted. "Do you want to swear? Don't you converge on your body?"

The golden lion suddenly trembled and slammed, and immediately converges the martial arts atmosphere into an ordinary male lion.

Moreover, it is full of grievances, big eyes and watery, like a little sorrowful bully.

"Sister, you touch."

Ling Feng took Ling Qing's little hand and touched the golden lion. "In fact, this lion is very docile."

Ling Qing was so frightened that the flowers were eclipsed, and the cold sweat on his forehead was down, and his eyes closed.

However, the horrible scene of the imagination did not appear, but a warm tongue, licking her little hand.

Ling Qing suddenly opened his eyes and saw the golden lion. The lion's face showed a flattering look. The golden head was going to her hand.

"Giggle" she breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

"In the future, I will call you a little gold!"

Ling Qing gently moved over, first tried several times, and found that the golden lion was very docile and did not have a bit of a beast, which made her happy, and she loved the golden lion.

"嗷呜" The golden lion snorted and quite nodded.

"It’s so sweet, but it seems a bit boring."

Ling Qing Xiaoqiong sniffed a sniff, a meaty smell, making her mouth full of life, hungry.

However, the scent, accompanied by a scorching taste, made her frown and looked at Ling Feng.

"Oh... I’m talking to you, the green-headed leopard soup in the pot is burnt."

Ling Feng smiled and climbed up and ran out. He quickly joined the clear water and cut the burnt place.

In a short time, he held a small stone pot, which was exuded, thick and meaty, the soup was milky white, with gold grease, floating up.

"Ah, is this really a green headed leopard?"

Ling Qing was shocked again. The blue-headed leopard was afraid of being a martial-class monster, but it was stewed into a pot of soup by Ling Feng.

This is incredible.

Is it that the military is strong and strong, and is there such a strength?

This made her very happy, and when she was seriously ill, she would practice with Ling Feng.

"嘿嘿"

Ling Feng smiled and took the stone basin over and took a pair of bamboo chopsticks to let Ling Qing taste.

The golden lion, with the face of a lion, came over and looked at it.

Ling Qing smiled with a face, clipped a piece of meat bones, and took a bite, suddenly full of mouth fragrance, small mouth is numb.

"Slowly eat, be careful, there is still in the pot."

"Enn"

Ling Qing was hot and ate a piece of meat and bones.

Then, looking at the golden lion that had flowed to the land, threw the bone over.

"嗷呜"

The golden lion heart walked away unwillingly, waiting for a long time, and waited for such a bone.

However, under the Lingfeng Guiwei, only the tears can be used to kill the bones.

Two days later, Ling Qing can get out of bed.

With the nourishing of Qingtou Leopard Soup, her temperament is much better, her mood is even better, and she is happy for Lingqing.

He was wearing the green leopard skin, looking at the wind with a large piece of stone, drowning the whole face in it, could not help but be scared.

So many pieces of rock and stone, roughly estimated to be two thousand pounds, how strong is it? !

"Small wind, my sister will be as strong as you."

Ling Qing screamed.

Immediately, she wrapped in the leopard skin, and followed the Ling Feng, slowly running.

"Run, sister!"

Ling Qing smiled back and was happy for Ling Qing.

Although Ling Qing is a foreign disciple of Lingwu College, his daily time is used to take care of him and neglect the cultivation.

Moreover, professors at Lingwu College also have problems.

A warrior, the first heavy body, whether it is a martial art or a warrior, while absorbing the mysteriousness of the heavens and the earth, there must be a corresponding body.

You must know that Wu Sheng Ling Feng, although not a sturdy person, but the Wu Sheng body, is also very strong, the general monster can not hurt him.

Looking at the thin shadow of Ling Qing, Ling Feng is also a happy smile.

Anyway, this is a good start.

"咚咚"

Around the barren hills, echoing the dull footsteps.

Ling Feng carried two thousand five hundred kilograms of rock and stone, his face was red, and he was challenging the extremes of flesh and blood.

This is how the refining body enters the road, breaking the limits of flesh and blood again and again, and experiencing the refinement once and for all can make the road.

This is much harder than the average warrior. If you are not careful, you may have to refining yourself.

Behind him, Ling Qing ran away, her body bones were still a little imaginary, only ran a circle, panting, the black and pretty face, but also rose red.

"Sister, hold on."

Ling Feng trotting, slowing down, running alongside Ling Qing, said: "Strong and strong bones, we must break our limits again and again."

"It's just a period of fatigue, just wait for it to pass."

"En" Ling Qing smiled shallowly and nodded quietly.

She knows that Ling Feng is good for her, so she has been insisting.

"Cry, shout..."

When the second lap, Ling Qing was sweating, his chest was undulating, and his feet were smashed. The two slender legs were like heavy weights.

She was tired to the extreme, but she still insisted on her teeth because she believed in Lingfeng.

Finally, on the third lap, the feeling of fatigue, disappeared, and the footsteps were much lighter, which made Lingqing happy.

Obviously, she spent a period of fatigue and success.

"Run, sister!"

Ling Feng is also delighted by Ling Qing. If Miss Sister can continue to do so, even if she can't rectify her body, she will definitely be much stronger than others.

The speed of the breakthrough must be much faster.

"Run, little wind!"

Ling Qing laughed and rushed forward.

In the evening, the sunset is like blood.

A pair of younger brothers, who are facing the wind, running wildly, two thin figures, cut into two beautiful shadows by the dim sunshine.

This scene is extremely harmonious and warm.

However, this warm scene was soon broken.

On the barren hill, four uninvited guests came, and the small face was cold, and there was a killing in the eyes. They came straight to the thatched cottage.

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