Chapter 648: World’s Beautiful Man is a Cauldron XXXVI

After Feng Li’s mother learned about his situation, she took him away from the demon clan and returned to human society. He took on his mother’s surname Feng, and the single word “Li” does not really have a good meaning.

His mother is a righteous monk, and righteousness is extremely repulsive to monsters and monster cultivators. She can only let her son endure all criticism and condemnation. She believes that compared to the life-threatening expulsion behavior in the territory of monster beasts, human monks are at least better. They pay attention to maintaining superficial skills, and there will be damage, but it will not be fatal. She didn’t even think of it, or even if she thought of it, she didn’t correct it. As a result, Feng Li developed an extremely sensitive and moody character. After becoming a demon cultivator, he did whatever he wanted.

He is very good to her now, but Wen Ying knows that it is not that he has never had a favorite spiritual pet, but once they anger him, no matter how hard it is to cultivate, how much he loves it, and what his level and ability are, the end will be very tragic.

Wen Ying once forgot about the demon king Feng Li mentioned in the information, until she saw the little lion being locked in a dirty and messy animal cage by him, roaring in panic.

She has personally experienced the horror of demon cultivators. Many methods are not destroyed by force alone like mortals. They can usually destroy a person’s state of mind and make life worse than death.

He would often sit at the top, with a smile on his lips, enjoying watching his subordinates torture his blood-related brother.

The little lion usually slept in the animal cage, but he couldn’t really fall asleep. The demonic cultivators would use various methods to attack him. When he was dying, Feng Li would ask someone to feed him healing elixirs. Repeated torture.

“The old monster will specially arrange for you to take refuge, which shows that he loves you very much.” Feng Li said with a smile, “But he is too confused and thinks that since we have the same blood and no conflict of interests, I will not persecute you. Why doesn’t he want to think about it? aren’t he and I connected by blood? Back then, he turned a blind eye to what happened to me and stood idly by.”

Ever since the arrival of the little lion nineteen, Feng Li’s emotions have become more and more unpredictable. When he and the little spirit snake were alone together, he had at least one or two sincere smiles, but now his eyes are always downcast, and no one l knows what he is thinking.

“Stop, there’s a waterfall over there!” she shouted.

The conversation with his spiritual consciousness created a stimulus, and he suddenly stopped. He flicked his tail, and with some confusion, he dug out an ice brick with his claws. The sound of the waterfall pouring down like the sky hit his ears. , he paused, pacing back and forth as if uneasily.

“It’s a good thing to be wary.” She chuckled, “Just do as I say, got it?”

He was finally willing to follow her instructions. The little lion carefully took three steps to the left with its front paws, took one step back, and then walked to the right. Sure enough, there were no more ice edges falling down, and the scene did not change again. He jumped for joy and jumped up, shaking her.

But the moment he landed, his figure suddenly froze.

“What’s wrong?” After she asked, she noticed that he raised his front leg to signal.

She emerged from his mane and wandered to his legs.

The little lion finally saw what “she” looked like.Follow the latest novels at novelhall.com

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