1695: Wordscapes Uncrossed Jungle-Vine 15 Answers

One night, Feng Er went to sleep.

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Xia Ling slept well.

When she woke up, she found that she had an inexplicably rewarding evening.

On the task interface, Feng Er already has 46 degrees of affection for her.

When she got up, Xia Ling found that Feng Er's medicine was very good. She rubbed her ankle yesterday, and today Xia Ling Renyi Renyi was able to land.

"Feng Er!" She called out the window.

The tall man in black costume appeared in front of Xia Ling like a shadow, silent, watching her deeply.

"I'm hungry. Also, my feet hurt. Today you give me the last medicine and rub it." Xia Ling smiled.

When she first said that she was hungry, Feng Er turned around and turned outward, but after Xia Ling had finished speaking, he paused again.

On the couch, the woman dropped the sock without any suspicion, exposed the slightly red and swollen ankle, looked at him, and motioned for him to come and give her medicine and knead.

"Yes." Feng Er responded stiffly.

Feng Yan, did she think of him as a doctor, or a present, didn't she think of him as a man at all?

Feng Er was thinking so, not obvious.

But there is a favorability above the head—3.

Xia Ling looked at him, Feng Er was expressionless, stern and deep, and it was difficult for Xia Ling to tell the clue from his expression.

"The Lord bears a little pain."

Feng Er came to the couch and knelt on the ground with one knee. His wide palm held Xia Ling's slender ankle and held it in his hand.

Yesterday he was sitting next to his couch and helped her knead.

Xia Ling did not expect that he would kneel on the ground directly on one knee today, holding her ankle like this.

There was something strange in her heart. Xia Ling just wanted to pull her foot back. As soon as this foot moved, Feng Er looked up at her.

Xia Ling no longer moved, holding Miss Qianjin's posture.

Feng Er looked down, took the medicine bottle out of his arms, poured out the medicine powder, melted the medicine powder again, and covered it on Xia Ling's ankle.

The internal force was urged from the palm of his hand, and Xia Ling felt it again and again.

She kept silent, pretending that it didn't hurt at all, just not letting Feng Er look at the joke.

This time, she said nothing, and Feng Er helped her rub her feet for a long time.

By the time Feng Er let go, Xia Ling had felt that her ankle was completely painless, and her swelling had disappeared, as if she was completely well.

"That's great!" Xia Ling looked at her feet in surprise, couldn't help putting on socks and embroidered shoes, and stomped on the ground.

Her ankle, which had a little pain before, was so massaged by Feng Er for a while now that she never felt pain again.

"Feng Er, even if you don't work as a dark guard, go to open a medicine shop and make orthopedics and massage techniques for people." Xia Ling praised.

"Master, I'll get you something to eat." Feng Er did not answer Xia Ling's words.

He was a dark guard. In order to train him, the general general did not know how much it cost. He was hardened with drugs from childhood to large, and now he has such internal strength.

Moreover, his internal force was used to kill people, not to massage, Feng Yan thought it was easy to help her with this kind of massage.

Feng Er didn't explain anything. He got out of the thatched house and soon brought back a bunch of cooked tits.

This time, Xia Ling clearly saw Feng Er's pale pale lips. Is this excessive internal energy consumption? Seeing that he helped her to massage before, it was not easy to use internal force all the time!

The **** was very clean and sprinkled with some spices, Xia Ling took a bite, and the flavour of the meat instantly filled her mouth.

"Oh, reward you." Xia Ling took two **** from the branch and threw them to Feng Er.

(End of this chapter)