My wife is a sword god

Ever since Cang Feilan called Liu Jianli "Sister Jianli", they have been spending the night with Qin Feng in the order of one day and one night.

However, more than a month has passed since the trip to the Western Regions, and many things have happened. No one can remember who was with Qin Feng on the last night before they left the Qin Mansion.

Liu Jianli pondered for a moment, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Why do I remember it? It should be my turn?"

"Then it must be Sister Jianli who remembered it wrong. It is well known that the dragon race has an amazing memory. I will naturally not lie to my sister." Cang Feilan said firmly.

Liu Jianli looked up and asked softly: "Then let me ask you, what was the exact time of sunset on that day?"

Cang Feilan was stunned when she heard this. How could she remember such a thing?

"It seems that the rumors in the world are not all true. Now you and I can't confirm who was the last night. Why not use the old rules to decide." Liu Jianli said softly.

"Old rules, is it?" Cang Feilan's beautiful eyes widened.

After bathing and changing clothes, Qin Feng lit the incense and lay heavily on the bed.

Once a person is in a comfortable environment, he will think about many things.

Although the ghost disaster in the Western Regions has been safely passed, the appearance of the Netherworld and the ultimate purpose of the ghost-faced man make Qin Feng feel uneasy.

Who knows when and where the next crisis will occur?

After all, even Fengtian City, where Zhenshen Siyu is located, is not absolutely safe.

Recalling the cause of his mother's death and his father's words, he thought of his father, mother, second brother, two beautiful women, and those good friends.

Qin Feng clenched his right fist: "Strength. Only by improving your own strength can you protect the people you care about!"

Thinking of this, he led his consciousness into the sea of ​​​​gods.

Because he practiced for many days and nights in Tushan with the help of the Zhaotian Stone, the amount of Hongmeng immortal energy gathered on his heart-to-heart platform is no longer the same as before.

As long as all this Hongmeng immortal energy is absorbed, he can step into the fourth-grade free and easy realm of the Wensheng Taoist.

Moreover, with immortal energy as his foundation, once he enters the realm of freedom, his strength will far exceed that of other people in the same realm!

At this time, he noticed the golden breath wrapped in the primordial immortal energy. Those were the ancient divine breaths, and they were also the key things that could help the two ladies to improve their strength.

Now the number of ancient divine breaths in his sea of ​​​​shen is also extremely astonishing, but he still doesn't know how to transfer these ancient divine breaths to the two ladies.

"Could it be that we can only do the same as the Golden Winged Dapeng, through the baptism of righteousness around the body, so that some of the ancient divine breaths remain in the ladies' bodies, and then accumulate over time?

But in this case, the efficiency is too slow." Qin Feng sighed.

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and a beautiful figure in white walked in.

In the courtyard, Cang Feilan bit her lip and did not choose to go back to the room to rest, but continued to practice.

Obviously, she lost this time.

Qin Feng looked at the blush on Liu Jianli's jade-like face illuminated by the candle, and instantly understood what the other party was going to do.

The breeze blew, the doors and windows closed, the candles went out, and a rustling sound came from the room.

But in a trance, a soft white body threw Qin Feng onto the bed.

A warm touch came from his lips.

For Qin Feng, this would be another busy night.

The next morning, the sun shone into the house, and the two people on the bed were still hugging each other.

Liu Jianli slowly opened her eyes and looked at Qin Feng, who closed his eyes beside her. A trace of tenderness flashed in her eyes.

She reached out to tidy up the messy hair on his forehead, and at this moment, a tapping sound rang out.

Qin Feng seemed to be disturbed by his beautiful dream, and his brows frowned.

Liu Jianli's eyes became cold, and his sight followed. It was not the sound of knocking on the door, but something was hitting the window.

Through the window screen, it can be vaguely seen that the existence hitting the window seems to be a bird?

Yes, it is the Golden Winged Dapeng.

It can't wait to let Qin Feng use righteousness to cleanse its body.

The taste of the ancient divine breath was too wonderful for it, and it vaguely saw the opportunity for a breakthrough!

Just as it was about to increase its strength to knock on the window, or even break through the window, a breath locked it.

The instinctive perception of danger made the Golden Winged Dapeng flap its wings and retreat instantly.

But it was still a step slower, and a sword light passed across its forehead, cutting off a strand of its golden hair.

At the same time, the door of the room was gently pushed open, and Liu Jianli walked out.

It seemed to be facing the look in the eyes of the Golden Winged Dapeng, and it felt the hair on its body stand up.

It knew clearly that this woman was not easy to mess with, and even if it was in the same realm as the other party, it was still not her opponent.

What made it most frightened was that although it didn't know why, it seemed that it had accidentally annoyed the other party?

"Be quiet." Liu Jianli said lightly.

"Yeah." The Golden Winged Dapeng, who had survived for countless years and made most of the demons and ghosts in the Western Regions afraid, was as docile as a parrot at this moment.

Suddenly, it seemed to sense something and looked up at Liu Jianli.

In the other's eyes and on the surface of his body, there was a faint golden light flowing, which was clearly the breath of the ancient gods!

The Golden-winged Dapeng said excitedly: "How are you..."

Before he finished speaking, another sword light passed by, and a strand of golden hair on his forehead was cut off again, and the Golden-winged Dapeng was silent.

"I don't want to say the same thing twice.

No matter what you have to do with your husband, wait until he wakes up. "Liu Jianli frowned slightly.

"Okay."

Due to the hard work of the trip to the Western Regions and the failure to get a good rest last night, Qin Feng didn't slowly open his eyes until three o'clock in the morning.

The crisp voices of a group of maids came from outside the house, one of which was obviously Qing'er's: "Little bird, where did you come from, and how did you end up in our Qin Mansion?

Quickly open the door. I have to go in and clean the house for the eldest young master. "

"Be quiet." The golden-winged roc shouted.

As soon as these words came out, all the maids screamed in fright.

"This bird can talk and is a monster!"

"Hurry and find Guard Xing and Miss Ningshuang. No, it's safer to invite the young lady!"

The golden-winged roc was startled when it heard such a noisy sound. Its figure suddenly grew larger, like a rockery in the courtyard: "I told you to be quiet! Otherwise, if you let that woman know."

Before she finished speaking, the timid maid was so frightened that she collapsed on the ground and said tremblingly: "Don't, don't eat me!"

When Qin Feng heard this, he thought to himself that it was too bad. He hurriedly put on some outer clothes and opened the door.

After timely stopping and explaining, the maids left cautiously, but as they left, they still glanced at him curiously, thinking to themselves, the eldest young master is so powerful, he can even tame monsters.

"Why are you blocking the door and not letting them talk?" Qin Feng asked curiously.

The golden-winged roc did not respond, but asked in a deep voice: "Didn't you say before that you didn't know how to transfer the ancient divine breath?"