Chen Fei took an Qingyu back to the palace, casually threw her to a maid in waiting, and then left her alone.
Back in the room, Chen Fei slightly frowned, felt the vitality in his body, and then took out a piece of high-quality fire crystal to practice and absorb.
A moment later, Chen Fei looked at the broken fire crystal in his hand and sighed, some helpless.
"Still not?"
The confrontation and conflict with Song Jian just now made Chen Fei realize that he is at risk of exposure at any time.
Because his current strength level is only the yuan soul level, which belongs to the lowest existence among the five guards.
Although he was most injured at the time of the lower bound, his strength fell sharply. But now, a few days later, although Chen Fei has been practicing hard, he regretted to find that his accomplishments have not improved much.
Almost all the strength raised by absorbing those superior fire crystals was dissipated by the rejection of the big inflammatory world itself.
Even, vaguely, Chen Fei felt that the repulsive power of the big inflammatory world to himself was still killing his own strength.
Of course, he knew that the fundamental reason was that he didn't have the blood of the big inflammatory world. His yuan seal "split blade knife" was simulated by Tianming adult.
Although this yuan seal has evaded Yanxiao's inspection, it is false after all. For the exclusion of the small world of the big inflammatory world, the simulated yuan seal cannot be compared with the real blood yuan seal of the big inflammatory world.
Therefore, in contrast, Chen Fei's daily rejection in the big inflammatory world is much stronger than that of several others.
If this continues, Chen Fei's strength, let alone recovered, may even decline.
Once such a thing happens, I'm afraid his identity will be exposed at that time.
Moreover, even if the identity is not exposed, once the strength drops sharply, Yanxiao will certainly not use him at that time. I'm afraid he will abandon it like grass mustard.
Therefore, at the moment, Chen Fei can't wait to start the task, leave the king's capital, avoid Yanxiao, and better hide his secret.
Of course, avoidance is only a temporary measure. If you want to really solve this problem, you must find a fundamental method.
But now Chen Fei is at a loss. He has no good way but to look at it step by step.
There is no better way, Chen Fei can only continue to practice.
Although the effect of cultivation is not good, it is also useful to slow down the decline of some strength.
I don't know how long he had been practicing. After the day was getting dark, Chen Fei heard a knock on the door.
"Come in!" Chen Fei said.
The door opened and a graceful figure came in with the food.
"Mr. Chen, please have dinner."
Chen Fei looked up and found that the visitor was an Qingyu.
At the moment, an Qingyu changed into a palace maid's dress, and the makeup on his face also changed. Without the beauty in the yellow warbler tower before, it is much more light and elegant.
However, such a dress highlights an Qingyu's pure and elegant face and adds a bit of beauty and delicacy. On the contrary, it brightens Chen Fei's eyes and is slightly amazing.
Chen Fei nodded to an Qingyu and said, "put it down!"
An Qingyu put down the meal, then stood beside Chen Fei and whispered, "childe Chen, I'll serve you."
While talking, an Qingyu leaned down and pasted it to Chen Fei.
Chen Fei waved his hand in time and said, "no, I'll do it myself."
"Er -" an Qingyu was surprised, but seeing Chen Fei's firm attitude, he immediately bowed his head and left.
That night, an Qingyu took the initiative to bring hot water to help Chen Fei wash, and even politely expressed that he was willing to stay to sleep, but Chen Fei refused.
The next morning, Chen Fei had breakfast under the service of an Qingyu, and then went to Yanxiao.
When Chen Fei arrived, the other four had arrived.
Before he opened his mouth, Song Jian deliberately said in a strange tone: "it seems that yesterday's Huakui was very good? Mr. Chen, who has always been diligent, is late today."
Chen Fei frowned, ignored Song Jian, came to his position and sat down.
Instead, Wu Yong, who was on one side, came together with great interest at the moment.
"Brother Chen, I heard that you went out to get a flower Kui yesterday. How was it? Was it comfortable?"
Chen Fei said faintly, "brother Wu misunderstood. I just saw her poor and brought her back to be a servant."
"Really?" Wu Yong looked incredulous.