As night fell, the cold moonlight poured down from the sky, wrapping the whole world in a layer of faint silver. It was very poignant.
Creak!
Following a soft sound, the door was opened. Fenghao, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, curled the corners of his mouth. He opened his eyes and saw a graceful figure walking in.
Qing Wu was wearing a wide-sleeved, tight-fitting silver-white dress that swayed on the ground. A pale-silver belt was tied around her slender waist, perfectly displaying her slender waist. Below the dress was a section of snow-white and dazzling long legs.It made people feel a burning impulse in their hearts.
Her jade-like hands were soft, her skin was smooth, her face was like warm jade, and her eyebrows were like moths. Between her brows, there was a faint sense of otherworldly delicacy. She seemed charming and charming, but also revealed a sense of indifference that kept people a thousand miles away.
A pair of black eyes that were like autumn waters seemed to always contain a hint of a charming smile. That delicate and moving face revealed a trace of charm. Her body was full and graceful, and her eyes were moving, all of which emitted a seductive and natural charm.
The silk dress swayed gently with her steps, outlining a graceful and charming curve. It was really a combination of a thousand kinds of charm and ten thousand kinds of amorous feelings.
What a peerless beauty!
Unknowingly, Fenghao's breathing had quietly become hurried. His eyes were suffused with traces of scarlet red blood and his heart was even more fiery.
"Hmph!"
Glancing at that pair of eyes that were full of burning desire, Qing Wu's pretty face blushed slightly, plated with a layer of crimson. She seemed to think of something, and her face turned cold. She snorted coldly, and her eyes were full of indifference.
"Uh …"
Looking at that pair of cold eyes, Feng Hao's body shook, as if cold water had been poured on him. The fire in his heart was quickly extinguished. He got off the bed and greeted her with a smile.
"You're here."
Looking at that charming yet stubborn face, Fenghao's heart involuntarily throbbed in pain. His eyes were filled with a deep sense of guilt.
Qing Wu did not speak. After closing the door, she sat at the table and did not even look at him.
"Hehe."
Feng Hao smiled bitterly and sat opposite her. Then he looked serious and asked in a low voice, "What is in Meng'er's body?"
The poison in the dark vortex was too terrifying. It was also the first time that Feng Hao was not absolutely sure about something. He felt that it was no longer the poison of a simple poison master.
Qing Wu glanced at him and saw his serious face. A complicated look flashed in his eyes. After a while, he slowly said, "That is a special physique in the legends. We poison masters call it the Supreme Poison Physique. It is the body of the legendary Poison Ancestor!"
The Poison Ancestor was rumored to be the first person to grasp poison energy. He was born with a poison body, and during the ancient desolate era, he was one of the most powerful experts. With a thought, he could poison ten thousand regions to death. No one could survive under his poison energy.
"The Poison Master's body?"
Hearing this, Feng Hao's heart sank.
Although he did not know what the Poison Ancestor's body was, just the name alone caused his heart to feel heavy.
He had a feeling that the so-called Supreme Poison Master's body was not inferior to the Phantom Martial Body!
There were special bodies in the world. They were nurtured by nature and passed down for generations.
Originally, Feng Hao thought that there was only the Phantom Martial Body. However, after seeing Little Qing Meng's Supreme Poison Master's body, he could not help but wonder if there were only these two special bodies in the world.
There must be more!
The Master of Nothingness, the Supreme Poison Master. Feng Hao suddenly felt that the world was not as simple as he thought.
"Is there a way to suppress it?"
Thinking about the horror of the Phantom Martial Body, Feng Hao's heart sank.
"There is nothing in this world that can completely suppress the Supreme Poison Master's body!"
Qing Wu shook her head sadly. She gritted her teeth, her face was pale, and her eyes were full of sadness.
"What?!"
Feng Hao stood up immediately.
If there was no way to suppress it, wouldn't it be a dead end once it was activated?
He frowned and stomped around the room. After a while, he stopped and fell into the chair like a deflated ball. He asked, "Is there no other way?"
"There is only one way!"
Qing Wu glanced at him with a complicated expression and said slowly.
"What way?!"
Feng Hao hurriedly asked.
"As long as Meng'er can control the Supreme Poison Master's body, not only will she be fine, but she will also have the poison energy of the Poison Master."
As she spoke, a strange light rose in Qing Wu's eyes.
This was the Supreme Poison Master's body. If she could really control it, she might become the second Poison Master in the future!
"Control?"
Feng Hao's heart sank. He knew it.
Wasn't this the same as the Phantom Martial Body?
Suddenly, he thought of something and asked, "How can I control it?"
"Temper the body with ten thousand poisons …"
Qing Wu's heart was filled with complicated emotions.
How cruel was it for a little girl to temper her body with poison?However, this was the only way out …
"Phew!"
Feng Hao took a deep breath. This was not out of his expectation. He asked Qing Wu, "What do you need?"
"I need 32,000 kinds of strange poison spirit herbs recorded in the world, one for each …"
As a Poison Master, Qing Wu knew the characteristics of poisons very well. How could a little girl bear such endless pain …
"Woo woo!"
She gritted her teeth and her delicate body trembled a little. Her eyes were misty and filled with tears as she sobbed.
"Wu'er …"
Feng Hao walked over, hesitated for a while, and reached out to hold her in his arms. Looking at the beauty in his arms who was in pain, he felt a stabbing pain in his heart that went deep into his soul.
He could imagine how much pressure Qing Wu had to bear after learning about Little Qing Meng's physique …
Underneath her strong appearance, she had a fragile heart. As the Saintess of the Dark Shadow Demon Sect, who could she talk to about her worries and her fragility?
"I'm sorry, it's not right …"
Guilt, boundless guilt. Looking at Qing Wu crying like an ordinary girl, his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife and he could only keep apologizing.
"Woo woo!"It's all because of you. If it wasn't for you, how could Meng'er be like this? Woo woo … "
Qing Wu seemed to have found a vent. She burst into tears and punched Feng Hao with her fists. Her tears wet his clothes.
She poured out all the grievances that had accumulated over the years …
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry …"
Listening to the heart-wrenching scream, Feng Hao's nose was sore, his eyes were burning, and his pupils were bloodshot. His heart was trembling as he listened to everything that came out of her mouth. He was a bastard. He actually let a girl bear everything for him …
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