Feng Qingcheng rolled her eyes and was a little worried. Would Brother Han Fei become like Feng Xingliu? Being suppressed by her sister all day long, he would probably be depressed.
In the backyard of Feng Xingliu, Han Fei and Feng Xingliu were lying on chairs, surrounded by various spiritual fruits and delicacies. The two of them were smoking a big pipe.
Sure enough, it wasn't easy to eat such a powerful race into bankruptcy.
Feng Qingcheng was pestering Han Fei to strengthen her techniques with the Demon Purification Pot. She had many weird techniques, which were quite interesting.
Before the day was over, there was news from the Phoenix Divine Race.
"Do you know that Miss Feng Yu has a boyfriend?"
"How is that possible? Don't talk nonsense."
