Chapter 2437： Smell

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After closing his eyes and resting his mind for about half an hour, most of the consumed spiritual sense was finally repaired, Lin Feng opened his eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

Rubbing his shoulders, although his cultivation level reached this level, he would not feel any physical discomfort even after sitting for several months, but perhaps because of habit, Lin Feng would still feel a little uncomfortable after sitting for a long time.

"It's time to go out for a tour... Well, it's an extraordinary period now, so I won't bring Qianqian."

Lin Feng thought for a while, and finally came out a little bit and pushed the door.

In the corridor, Lin Wei observed Qianqian with spiritual sense, but accidentally discovered that Qianqian seemed to be... taking a bath?

The hazy mist with spiritual energy concealed Qianqian's incomparably beautiful body, and the looming hazy feeling is the most impulsive.

"You can't watch, you can't watch!"

Lin Feng withdrew his spiritual consciousness abruptly, lowered his head and kept meditating silently.

However, the heat in his heart made Lin Feng have to leave this place of right and wrong quickly.

What Lin Yan didn't know was that although his spiritual sense was very powerful, it was almost impossible to show with Qianqian's strength, but the retreat was too hasty at the time, and Qianqian caught a trace.

Qianqian, who was bathing in the spiritual spring water, stiffened, and it took a long time to recover.

The pretty face covered by the fog has become shy.

"Big Brother Lin... there should be no other meaning, but did he see it?"

Qianqian's heart is in chaos.

Qianqian is a monster race. In terms of emotions, the emotions of the monster race are far less complex and delicate than that of humans, but they are very wild, in other words, simple and rude.

Human race women worship powerful people, and Yao race is no exception, and the way of expression of Yao race is more direct.

Qianqian is considered to be more subtle among the monsters, and I am afraid that he would have expressed his admiration for Lin Feng long ago when he replaced them with other ordinary monsters.

Although Lin Feng's cultivation base is not high, Qianqian always feels that Lin Feng is exuding a dangerous atmosphere.

This comes from the keen perception of his demon saint.

Qianqian even felt that if he and Lin Feng had a life-and-death confrontation, he would definitely die in the end.

In addition to not showing his own strength, Lin Feng showed a master-level level in refining tools, alchemy, formations, and cooking skills. Various occupations of this level had never been seen before.

In her opinion, Lin Feng was almost perfect in other aspects, except for his own lack of realm.

Therefore, in Qianqian's heart, his affection for Lin Feng is also increasing day by day.

So that after detecting Lin Feng's spiritual sense, Qianqian didn't even have the slightest anger, but had a strange feeling.

Qianqian lowered her head and gently stroked her white skin with her fingertips. The soft curves made her lips rise slightly.

...

Lin Feng, who had a different face, walked on the street. It took a full quarter of an hour for Lin Feng to feel the flame in his heart gradually extinguished.

"It's really a fairy, can't it go on like this, or will Qianqian be included in the Shenshui space in the future and be company with her sisters?"

Lin Feng had this idea in his heart.

But when his thoughts turned, Lin Feng shook his head: "This doesn't seem very good, hey...what should I do."

Lin Feng was feeling entangled because of this, but suddenly heard that a monk was talking on the street, and the content of this discussion was about the old ghost with white beard.

"Old White Beard?"

Lin Feng's heart moved.

After driving to Xihua City, there were not many monks who had really come into contact with him. This old white-bearded ghost was just one of them and the best among the senses.

Hearing that the old ghost with white beard had an accident, Lin Feng hesitated for a moment, and was still going to ask questions.

"A few fellow daoists, may I ask what you were talking about before, the old man with white beard and wretched smile, old man with white beard?"

These cultivators who were chatting turned their heads when it was discovered that Lin Feng was a mid-level **** transformation cultivator, and his original impatience was slightly reduced. In this city of Xihua, the **** transformation stage cultivators are still relatively strong.

"Yes, it's him. It's just that it won't take long. Tomorrow at noon, this old white-bearded ghost will be executed by the Weihai Gang. It's a pity that the old white-bearded ghost treats friends very well. In critical moments, no monk is willing to stand up for the white-bearded old man."

A cultivator who looked like a middle-aged man said with a sigh.

"Weihai Gang? Why does the Weihai Gang catch the old white beard?"

Lin Feng frowned slightly and asked.

"Hey, isn't it because of that Lin Dasheng? You don't know, it is said that Lin Dasheng offended Situ Shaofeng, the young leader of the Weihai Clan. Situ Shaofeng couldn't catch Lin Dasheng. He was in a bad mood at this time. The old ghost hit the fire."

Another monk spread his hands and said: "As a result, Situ Shaofeng seemed to recognize the old ghost with white beard. The old ghost with white beard seemed to have spoken to Dasheng Lin, so Situ Shaofeng felt that he was related to Dasheng Lin."

"Then the old ghost with white beard will be caught and executed?"

Lin Feng's brows were already frowned into a word for Sichuan, and his voice gradually became cold.

The Weihai Gang's style has already taken Lin Feng's imagination.

Just because of one sentence, you have a good relationship with yourself?

What kind of **** logic is this.

Lin Feng angrily wanted to scold his mother.

"Hey, who doesn't know that the Weihai Gang is very powerful now, and there is no second force in Xihua City to check and balance them, so no matter what the Weihai Gang does in the city, it won’t make people feel accident."

The monk sighed.

"Three days later... how many days have passed now?"

Lin Feng seemed to have thought of something and quickly asked.

"Today is the last day, and tomorrow is about to be executed. By the way, my dear friend, do you have friendship with the old white-bearded ghost? You seem to be very impatient?"

Lin Feng rolled his eyes when he heard this.

He and the old ghost white beard didn't know each other for two hours, that is, eating, drinking and talking about beautiful women. Are they friends?

But anyway, the old ghost with white beard was also implicated for himself, this matter, Lin Feng's temper will definitely not let it go!

"Tomorrow? Where is the position?"

Lin Feng asked again.

"Just in the center of Xihua City, on the square in front of the auction house, this fellow Taoist, if you ask this, don't you want to save the old white beard? I advise you to give up this idea quickly. , Situ Shaofeng is now using the old ghost with white beard to lead the great sage Lin, don’t dare to go, don’t dare to go, the big sage Lin is too timid to go. As a result, if you go up to the back, the Weihai Gang will inevitably spread the net around that."

A monk who had a thorough view of this matter spoke.

"That’s right, fellow Daoist, it’s enough to have this kind of heart. Don’t go up to death. Old white-bearded ghosts and friends who have friendships. Seeing old white-bearded ghosts have an accident, none of them dared to come forward. It seems to be right to do so. Against the Weihai Gang, it is tantamount to working as a man on the arm."

Another monk also offered comfort.

After a period of rest, five shifts will resume tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)

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