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"That friend is very important to me. Of course, Mu Xiaoqing is also my good friend, but you are not."

Wei Feng said lightly: "So, I don't mind exchanging the Nine Yang Grass with your noble body."

Mu Bingqing's eyes cold. He didn't expect this guy to be so decisive, and it could be seen from the person's eyes that he was not lying.

Finally she took a deep breath and said:

"Forget it, I can help you get Jiuyang Grass, but you have to agree to me with a condition."

"What conditions?" Wei Feng asked in confusion.

"No matter what the conditions are, as long as it does not violate my principles of being a human being, I can promise you."

In fact, Wei Feng doesn't want to break up.

"It's not something that goes against your principles. It's very simple. If you want to marry me, I'll leave it to you. How about it?"

Mu Bingqing said it very plainly, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

But Wei Feng was stunned suddenly, as if he had heard it wrong.

He looked at Mu Bingqing with a strange look and said:

"I said, Saint, aren't you teasing me, are you? I'll marry you?"

Damn, are the two of them just meeting?

Although my brother is charming here, it is normal for him to like himself, but isn't this speed too fast?

He only heard that there is a place where people have the custom of walking and getting married, but he never heard that the Miao people are so open.

Could it be that love at first sight?

To be honest, Wei Feng was thinking a little too much. After all, Mu Bingqing is indeed a rare beauty, and she has the charm of Miao and is of extraordinary temperament.

"Do you think I'm teasing you? Are you willing to marry me or not?"

Mu Bingqing frowned and looked a little cold.

Looking at that expression, it doesn't seem like I'm joking.

Wei Feng coughed dryly and said a little embarrassedly:

"Saint, I did accidentally peek at you for taking a bath, but now it is an era. There is no need to be responsible for you because of this."

"After all, I don't understand you yet, otherwise, I can enhance my feelings for each other first. This is a lifelong thing. Do you have to be responsible for two people, right?"

Wei Feng doesn't like to take off his pants directly, he still loves to have a emotional foundation, which makes him feel more accomplished.

Mu Bingqing's eyes were cold and he didn't say a word.

Wei Feng touched his nose and said:

"Okay, actually I didn't see it clearly just now. Do you believe it if I have a thousand-degree myopia?"

Mu Bingqing still looked coldly, and was furious like a volcano, and there was a vague outbreak.

What does this guy mean? Are you rejecting her?

She asked this bastard to marry her, but this bastard even refused?

This caused Mu Bingqing's self-esteem to be severely hit.

She is a dignified saint of Miaojiang, with a respectable status and was actually disliked by an outsider!

"Do you mean to dislike me?"

Mu Bingqing really wants to kill Wei Feng, really wants to.

Wei Feng shrugged and said:

"Don't get me wrong. This is not disgusting. It's just that people outside of us don't like progressing so quickly. It's good. I admit that I'm handsome and have outstanding temperament, but I have to eat one bite at a time, and people have to come little by little."

Mu Bingqing's voice was filled with a hint of murderous intent and said:

"If you don't marry me, I would rather die with you today!"

Wei Feng was helpless, and he said with a wry smile:

"Sir Saint, didn't you just take a look at you taking a shower? Is it as for what you want to die?"

"It is not easy to be a saint. It is admired by so many people. You may not be able to do anything if you reincarnate in your next life. You should cherish your life, okay?"

"It really doesn't work. I took off all my clothes and asked you to see it back. Don't worry, you can see whatever you want."

Mu Bingqing immediately shouted: "Bastard, who wants to see your dirty body? You are not so stinking there. Do you really think I really want to marry you?"

Wei Feng was stunned.

"Do you have any hidden secrets?"

"Do you believe in fate?" Mu Bingqing suddenly asked.

Wei Feng blinked his eyes and said:

"I never believe in fate. I only believe that man can conquer nature, but I still believe in fortune-telling techniques through the past and the future."

For example, Zhuge Liang, Liu Bowen and others in ancient times were all masters of magic, so Wei Feng believed that he was destined.

But he also firmly believes in changing fate against the will of heaven.

It’s just that everyone has different fates. Some people are confused and do not change their destiny. They are monks and bells every day.

Some people change their destiny through their own efforts.

There is a component of luck, of course, the harder you work, the luckier you are. This makes sense from the perspective of magic.

Mu Bingqing nodded, but this time he did not speak coldly to Wei Feng.

Instead, he said in a deep voice:

"I didn't believe it very much, but now I believe it."

"There is a high priest in our crescent village who has a higher identity than my grandfather. He lived to be 230 years old. Before his death, he predicted that the ancestral corpse would cause chaos."

"In the end, in order to tell the fortunes, she said that I would meet an outsider this year, and there would be a rift due to misunderstandings. If you can't beat him, then this person will be the one who can help you get rid of it."

Mu Bingqing spoke very calmly and her eyes were firm. It seemed that she believed this statement very much.

After hearing this, Wei Feng almost spurted out an old blood.

Damn, what are you doing? This is OK?

If the ancestral corpse in trouble, it is possible.

But he even predicted that if someone comes, he would have misunderstandings with you and you would still fight him, but you would not be able to beat him.

Who is that high priest? He actually calculates so carefully. Can you calculate it several times a day if you go to the toilet?

However, Wei Feng was a little suspicious.

After all, he also knew from Chen Bufan. He seemed to have a very extraordinary identity, as if he was a chosen son or something.

Can the high priest see it?

He can't understand this now.

Wei Feng shook his head and asked:

"I said Saint, are you sure that that person is really me? That high priest is really that powerful?"

Mu Bingqing snorted coldly and said:

"What do you know? That high priest is a living fossil of our Miaojiang. She has devoted her life to my Miaojiang. Her strength will scare you to death if she says it."

"I have surpassed the realm of a monk!"

Wei Feng was stunned, "A higher than the cultivator's realm? I'll go, so powerful?"

"Hmph, if she hadn't been divined the two crises in my crescent village in the end, she wouldn't have left the world so soon. Maybe she would have reached another level of great realm."

"It's a pity..."

Wei Feng sighed, "Oh, it's a pity that he's just burping."

If he wasn't dead, Wei Feng really wanted to see how terrifying the master of that realm was.

"What did you say?" Mu Bing narrowed his cold light and looked at Wei Feng.
Chapter completed!