Feng Ling was speechless by Mu Yao like this. The embarrassment of being teased by his apprentice made him feel a little ashamed.

Feng Ling turned his face coldly and stopped paying attention to Mu Yao, and used his magic power to put Mu Yao on the bed and lay down.

Even if Feng Ling didn't say anything and ignored him, Mu Yao still refused to give in.

Mu Yao turned around and looked at Feng Ling not far away and asked, "Master, do you really don't like it?"

After a few seconds, she smiled and said, "But when I kissed you just now, I heard your heartbeat, it was beating so fast."

Listening to Mu Yao's words, Feng Ling slapped his hands with the teacup, and the water in the teacup almost spilled.

But he still pretended that he had not heard anything and continued to drink spiritual tea with a calm face.

Just as he was drinking, Mu Yao said again, "Master, don't you think the spiritual tea today has a little more sweetness?"

After hearing Mu Yao say this, Feng Ling subconsciously savored it, and it seemed that there was indeed a little sweeter flavor.

Just when he was wondering, Mu Yao almost let the tea in his mouth say the following words.

"Because my mouth fat hits the corner of your lips, Master, this was the one I bought for me when I went to catch a monster with my senior brother last time. I heard that it was the favorite of those ladies in the boudoir, and there was a sweet peach smell."

"Does Master like it?"

Feng Ling's body was stiff. He immediately raised his hand and wiped it at the corner of his lips. He saw that there was a red color on his fingertips. He instantly felt that the tea in his mouth was not right or vomited.

In a dilemma, Feng Ling quickly stood up and walked out of the room.

When Feng Ling went downstairs, he vaguely heard Mu Yao's teasing coming from the house.

This made him feel even more embarrassed, and his earlobes crawled red.

Feng Ling ran to the backyard, spit out the spiritual tea in her mouth, and drank some other water to rinse her mouth.

But I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but he always feels that there is still a sweet smell in his mouth and it can’t be removed no matter how hard it is.

Feng Ling's heartbeat was extremely fast, and she couldn't tell whether it was shame or anger.

What he originally thought was to send Mu Yao back to the Taixu Sect tomorrow, and then he went to the Wanmo Cave to find the Tongshen Grass.

But as Mu Yao is now, who knows if she will say something messy when she returns to Taixu Sect?

In this way, when Mu Yao really recovers from waking up, how should she handle herself in the Taixu Sect?

After thinking about it, Feng Ling decided to take Mu Yao with him, and the faster the better, it would be better to set off now.

Thinking of this, Feng Ling turned around and walked upstairs. Just as he reached halfway up the stairs, he felt a trace of demonic aura from the person passing by.

Feng Ling thought, deliberately threw something on the ground.

After picking it up, he quickly walked to the man, "Girl, something just fell from the ground. Is it yours?"

Feng Ling handed the thing in his hand to the man. The man looked down at the thing in Feng Ling's hand, then shook his head, "This is not mine."

After saying that, the woman left.

Feng Ling looked down at the magic weapon in his hand that had no reaction, and then looked at the woman's departure back.

This woman is not a demon, but she has demonic aura on her body, which means she has contacted the demon.

Feng Ling pinched a trick and put it behind the woman, then quickly walked back to the room, injected magic power into the magic weapon, flipped his fingers quickly, and his spiritual sense followed the woman's traces to check.

I saw the woman go to the river to see a beautiful young man, who had a stronger demonic aura on the young man.

Feng Ling was about to catch the monster when he suddenly remembered Mu Yao, who was still tied up by his magic power. After hesitating for two seconds, Feng Ling untied the mana that bound Mu Yao.

By the time Mu Yao got up from the bed, Feng Ling had already left, and he set up a formation in this room, so no one could enter, and Mu Yao could not get out.

Mu Yao was not in a hurry at all. She walked slowly to the table and sat down, picked up Feng Ling's teacup and started drinking.

[Xiao Eleven, what have your master gone to do?]

Eleven: [It should be going to catch the monster. Do you want to go and have a look with the host?]

Mu Yao drank the spiritual tea in the cup in one sip. [If you don’t go, Feng Ling’s cultivation is so much above me, and I will drag him down if I go.]

The cultivation level of this world of immortal cultivation is divided into - Qi Refining Period - Foundation Establishing Period - Dan-Creating Period - Nascent Soul Period - God Transformation Period - Mahayana Period.

Each level is divided into ten small levels.

The original owner is almost two hundred years old now, and is in the eighth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Feng Ling is over a thousand years old and is in the fourth stage of the Mahayana period.

Pei Chuan is over 400 years old and is in the third stage of the Dan Killing Period.

Now, the most powerful person on this continent is Taixu’s head, who is the eighth level of the Mahayana period.

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But until dawn, Feng Ling didn't come back, and Mu Yao was a little worried.

[Xiao Eleven, why haven’t Feng Ling come back yet?]

Eleven went to investigate the situation, [Although my master caught the monster, he was hit.]

When Mu Yao heard that Feng Ling was caught, she immediately became worried and immediately took off the ribbon that Feng Ling gave her on her head.

He used the power of the top-grade magic weapon of the streamer, and after several consecutive attacks, he finally broke the barrier.

Then Mu Yao immediately flew to the position given by Xiao Eleven.

Mu Yao flew while listening to Xiao Shiyi telling the specific situation.

It was an illusion demon. Although his cultivation and magic power were not high, he was soon captured by Feng Ling.

But the demon had the idea of ​​dying together, and you wouldn't have a good time if I died. After being captured by Feng Ling, he activated the original power of the illusion demon, trying to trap Feng Ling in the illusion.

Mu Yao quickly flew to that place and found Feng Ling in a cave.

Feng Ling, who was sitting on the cave, frowned tightly, as if in great pain.

[Xiao Eleven, is there any way to help him break the illusion?]

Eleven shook his head, [No, this illusion can only be broken by the master himself.]

Mu Yao had no choice but to help Feng Ling up first and take him back to the inn.

Mu Yao tried to enter Feng Ling's illusion, and also tried to enter Feng Ling's sea of ​​consciousness.

However, the difference in cultivation between the two was too big. Feng Ling's sea of ​​consciousness was very strong, and her spiritual sense could not enter at all.

Mu Yao had no choice but to guard by the side.

But after waiting for a day, Feng Ling did not wake up. On the contrary, the frown marks between his eyebrows became deeper and deeper, as if he was sinking deeper and deeper in the illusion and could not get out.

Mu Yao became more and more anxious, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind and thought of a solution.

[Xiao Eleven, you have a way to travel through different worlds, so can you bring my body into this world?]

【Or allow me to go back to my world for a while?】

[Can't you help me once in every world? And this is a world of cultivating immortals. Your magic power can be hidden and suppressed here without using it, right?]
Chapter completed!