Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

After Feng He returned, she looked at the ginseng fruit. The spiritual energy inside was soft and abundant.

"Should I digest it now? How long will it take Fu Ciyan to reach the target?"

[One month at most.]

Feng He nodded and decided to start digesting the ginseng fruit immediately.

It was now night, and after Ji Yuan left, Fu Ci Yan came.

Feng He looked at him in surprise and asked, "Why are you here?"

Fu Ciyan said: "Master, don't you want to refine the ginseng fruit? I can lend you a hand, this way it will be safer."

Feng He thought about it and felt that it was too cruel to deal with Ci Yan, so she was ready to refuse: "No, I can do it myself. If it doesn't work, don't we still have Ji Yuan?"

No one knew what had touched Fu Ci Yan's nerve with these words, but his face suddenly turned cold and he stood there motionless.

He didn't say anything, and after a while, an aura of sadness gradually emanated from his body.

Feng He really couldn't turn a blind eye.

Even if Fu Ci Yan had done something extremely outrageous before, so many years have passed and the anger in his heart has long since faded away.

Not to mention what he will do then...

"Hey, okay, okay, come on."

[In fact, this will only make things more cruel, and he will become an accomplice in killing himself.]

Feng He lowered her eyebrows and sighed, "Actually, I know that, but it's only the last month, and I don't want to make him sad. Anyway, I'll just keep it a secret from him for a while."

The system has nothing to say.

Fu Ci Yan sat on Feng He's bed, placing his broad hands on her slender back.

A pure and powerful spiritual power turned into a trickle and flowed into Feng He's body.

With the blessing of this power, Feng He could refine the ginseng fruit with twice the result with half the effort.

An hour later.

Feng He was already sweating slightly and his face turned red.

His eyes sparkled as he said to Fu Ci Yan, "Fu Ci Yan, you are too strong now..."

Fu Ci Yan secretly glanced at his master and smiled shyly.

January passed by in a flash. Out of guilt and reluctance, Feng He treated Ci Yan very well this month.

They have all become models of good masters.

[Fu Ciyan's power is now equal to Ji Yuan's.]

When Feng He heard this, the spiritual fruit that she had not put into her mouth fell to the ground.

He remained in this position for a long time without moving. No one knew what he was thinking.

"After I did that, he shouldn't die, right?"

[No, don’t worry. He is the male lead.]

Feng He let out a breath and prepared to say goodbye to Ji Yuan.

Ji Yuan frowned and wanted to refuse because he felt there was no need to go back.

But Feng He's desire was very strong this time.

Ji Yuan pondered for a while and finally agreed.

Feng He returned with his family.

The happiest person here is Fu Ci Yan.

When he heard that he was leaving Jianfeng, he was extremely happy.

Feng He looked at him with some reluctance and smiled very reluctantly.

After returning to Lingxiu Peak, Feng He assigned Fu Ci Yan a task.

"Go to the back mountain tonight and pick some spiritual fruits for me."

Fu Ci Yan nodded and prepared to go over happily.

Although he was a little confused as to why they had to pick them at night.

But he did not doubt his master at all, nor did he want to fail in the task he assigned.

Feng He looked at his loyal and filial appearance and forced a smile, her fingernails almost piercing her palms.

Fu Ciyan is really a very good-behaved child. He respects his teachers, helps those in need, punishes evil and promotes good, and works hard to cultivate...

But he had already set up a tight net in the back mountain tonight. As soon as Fu Ci Yan stepped in, the formation would be activated immediately, and he would have no way to escape.

The last thing Fu Ci Yan saw before he left with a happy mood was Feng He's long and thick eyelashes drooping... as if she was thinking about something embarrassing.

At night, a veil-like mist blurred the moonlight, and faint moonlight sprinkled down.

Fu Ci Yan went to pick fruits for his master in a relaxed and happy mood.

He would definitely pick the best, juiciest, and sweetest ones...

We need to make Master realize that his actions are the most reliable.

Then the first person that Master thought of when hiring people in the future would be him.

However, the moment Fu Ci stepped into the back mountain, he suddenly felt that the fluctuations of his spiritual power had changed.

Fu Ci Yan frowned, feeling something was wrong, and immediately walked back.

However, at this moment, an invisible energy shield bounced it back.

Moreover, his spiritual power was constantly dissipating, as if it was all being sucked in by something.

Attacks kept popping up from the formation barrier as if they were trying to cut his meridians and make his spiritual power drain away faster.

Fu Ci Yan resisted the attack of the formation. Gradually, he became exhausted and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He tried to take out the message talisman to find his master, but no matter what kind of talisman paper he had, it was useless in this formation.

In the end, Fu Ci Yan could only unwillingly allow his spiritual power to be sucked away and his tendons and veins to be severed.

He fell in a pool of blood, but he took a deep breath and retained a trace of weak spiritual power. He wanted to see who wanted to hurt him like this.

He usually doesn't have any grudges with others...

[Okay, he's dying now, you can go and receive the results.]

Feng He, who was hiding in the dark, slowly moved out after hearing this.

He was still dressed in spotless white, and his originally dazed face now looked like a femme fatale.

Fu Ci Yan still had a faint spiritual awareness, and he vaguely sensed who the person stopping in front of him was.

However, the result made his pupils tremble and his body tremble violently.

Yes... yes, Master...

Feng He squatted down and looked at Fu Ci Yan, who had his eyes tightly closed, in confusion. He muttered to the system, "He is shaking so violently, is it because of the pain?"

[…He hasn’t completely lost consciousness yet, so be careful with your words!]

Feng He was stunned. So that's how it is.

Feng He walked to the center of the formation and took away the stone that had absorbed almost all of Fu Ci Yan's spiritual power.

He looked at the stone expressionlessly and put it in his pocket.

Then he pulled Fu Ci Yan up and brought him to the forbidden area.

The forbidden area is a place that no one can set foot in. It is extremely dangerous inside. It was sealed off by powerful predecessors a long time ago, which is why there is peace today.

Fu Ci Yan opened his eyes slightly. His originally clear and bright eyes were now soaked with blood and tears.

He looked at his cold master without saying a word.

"Master...honor..."

Feng He was shocked. How did Fu Ci Yan wake up? He turned his head stiffly.

Fu Ciyan was covered in blood, and his dying appearance was unbearable to watch...

"What are you going to do?"

Fu Ci Yan stared at him and asked weakly.

Feng He's eyes trembled and thoughts flashed through her mind for a few moments.

[Be careful to maintain your character. You are now confident of victory, so you will just tell him everything recklessly, making him suffer even more.]

Feng He curled the corners of her lips in an extremely relaxed manner and said nonchalantly: "Fu Ci Yan, don't you understand? I took away all your spiritual power and turned you into a waste."

Fu Ci Yan's eyes widened, and crystal tears were about to roll down.