The Heroine, She Has a Prosperous Beauty

Obviously, she and little bitch Feng Qingcheng are both heroines, but look at their treatment, and then look at her treatment...

As long as you put it on the bed, on the floor, or on a man, you can enjoy the results.

As for her, she said she had a perseverance in her swordsmanship. She was a genius rarely seen in millions of years, and the path she took was also extremely difficult and heartbreaking.

Even the only man is missing.

The difference between heaven and earth is between her and Feng Qingcheng!

Feng Qingcheng's disappearance forced Leng Su to temporarily give up the idea of ​​revenge.

"Qingcheng? Qingcheng, where are you?"

"Everyone, please help us look for her. Where has Junior Sister Qingcheng gone?"

"Quick!!!"

Seeing the panicked Yang Ming looking for Feng Qingcheng eagerly, Leng Su couldn't help but rolled his eyes and secretly left this ghost place.

As soon as he got rid of that group of people, Leng Su came out of the space and began to practice in this secret realm and search for the little bitch Feng Qingcheng.

Although this is a magical world, she can use the power of her soul.

But just in case, and to prevent the strength of this body from failing to keep up when she used her own power, Leng Su still worked hard to improve the strength of this body.

While absorbing the essence of the sun and moon to increase the strength of her body, she fought alone against the monsters in the secret realm.

"Ho ho ho!"

"Bang bang bang!"

At the foot of a certain mountain, Leng Suzheng was fighting with a crazy demon lion.

You go up and I go down, I go up and you go down, you punch me and I punch you.

"boom!"

"Crack!"

Following Leng Su's punch, the skull of the demon lion in front of him exploded, and countless blood and brains splashed across Leng Su's face.

She wiped her face expressionlessly, took out a wet handkerchief from the space, wiped her face, and cleaned it.

Looking at her hand that was hanging down weakly, she couldn't help but sigh.

"Alas, it's still too weak."

After throwing away the handkerchief in his hand, Leng Su took out a large bowl of spiritual spring water from the space. Just as he was about to drink it, he found that the bowl in his hand had disappeared...

"Depend on!"

"Which bitch dares to take food from my aunt's hand? You are impatient, aren't you?"

Leng Su turned her head and saw a handsome young man in white staring intently at her bowl of water.

Under her angry gaze, he frowned and drank the bowl of spiritual spring water with a strange look on his face.

After drinking, the man's originally ugly face suddenly changed, and he stared at Leng Su with a pair of bright black eyes.

He licked his lips and asked, "Is there any more?"

Without saying a word, Leng Su raised his sword and rushed towards him.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng."

Leng Su's sharp sword and the scabbard in the man's hand kept colliding together, making violent collision sounds.

After waving it a few times, Leng Su quickly put away the sword, turned around and ran away.

"Where are you going?"

Seeing this, the man quickly chased after him.

Looking at the curious man beside him, Leng Su couldn't help but roll his eyes.

She's not stupid. She knows she can't beat her, but she still doesn't run away?

"Your hand is broken." The man said calmly.

Leng Su turned around and ran in a different direction.

Seeing this, the man also changed direction and chased after him.

After running for a few minutes, Leng Su stopped, stared at the man in front of him with a dark look on his face, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Hearing this, the man subconsciously licked his thin lips and asked, "Do you still have that water?"

"No!" Leng Su blurted out without even thinking.