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After simply tidying up the house, Feng Aoran sent away the servants. She didn't like being served by others, not to mention that it would make her feel like she was being watched.

She only has 50% trust in Situ Yue and the others, perhaps not even trust. After all, she is not the real Feng Aoran. She has no feelings for the mother and family she has never met.

, she just wanted to use Xuanyi Pavilion's financial resources. If she had the strength in the future, she would help them as a thank you. Originally, she was not a good man or woman.

After dinner, Feng Aoran followed Xinghun again and started to retreat. Mingyue sent another Qiong Guo. The inconspicuous dark red fruit did look very different in the auction house. The Qiong Guo in the auction house

The spiritual energy was isolated, and it looked ordinary and tight. Now holding it in his hand, Feng Aoran couldn't help but admired. There was a faint mist surrounding the dark red fruit. That layer of mist was completely condensed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The so-called

As we all know, the mist is not a gas but a tiny drop of water. A fruit can compress the spiritual energy between heaven and earth into a liquid, and the energy contained in it can be imagined.

"I really didn't expect that it looks like a small tomato, but it has such rich energy." Feng Aoran played with the green fruit in his hand, threw it into the air under Xinghun's salivating eyes, and then opened his mouth to catch it.

I originally wanted to taste what it tasted like, but as soon as I took my mouth, the whole fruit turned into a stream of energy and slid into my throat, like a leg-stretching pill that only melted in the mouth but not in the hands.

A wave of heat flowed into the body, but the strong energy acted on the soul. Feng Aoran immediately used her soul power to guide the energy. Otherwise, her soul would be dispersed if she went on such a rampage.

Dark golden light radiated from Feng Aoran's body, and the rich soul power instantly filled the entire barrier space. Feeling the pure soul power fluctuations, the star soul immediately transformed back into its own soul body and sat cross-legged.

Practice.

The Holy Soul has the supreme class pressure of the Soul Clan, and also has the purest soul power. For the people of the Soul Clan, cultivating in such soul power is of great benefit to their own cultivation.

Feng Aoran, who was sitting cross-legged to absorb Qiong Guo's energy, had unconsciously left the body. Her warm soul was translucent, and it was vaguely visible that there was a cloud of light mist swirling inside, rotating rapidly like a nebula, constantly compressing as it rotated.

Finally, it turned into a bright golden ball, surrounded by a circle of water mist like a fruit.

The golden ball finally stayed at the top of the head, and the rotation never stopped. A pure energy spread throughout the body during the rotation. Feng Aoran's soul gradually became substantial, and a beautiful face slowly shone in the golden light.

Slow presentation.

Slowly opening her eyes, Feng Aoran looked at her hands subconsciously, and then nervously touched her hands, face, and body. When she was sure that her soul had become as real as substance, she shouted excitedly.

He shouted: "Ah - I succeeded, I succeeded."

Feng Aoran's sudden shout made Xinghun tremble in fright. Just when he was about to speak, his eyes went straight. He had long known that Feng Aoran was originally a beauty, but it was only when he saw it in his eyes that he realized how shocking it was.

Now it was even more shimmering with precious light, like a piece of warm jade. He could only sigh at the wonder of the Creator.

"Succeeded?" Although he had already seen the results, Xinghun couldn't help but ask. Feng Aoran nodded and said happily: "Yes, it was successful."

"It will be good if it succeeds. It will be good if it succeeds. There is hope for the future of the Soul Clan."

, after doing all this, he slowly stood up, and then looked at Feng Aoran seriously.

"Now that you have formed the Soul Pill, you can be considered a member of our Soul Clan. Regardless of whether you can help our Soul Clan rise in the future, I ask you to devoutly swear that you will never do anything detrimental to the Soul Clan. This is the most important thing.

It's very important. Because you have practiced the skills of the Soul Clan, you also know how to kill people from the Soul Clan. If you become the enemy of the Soul Clan, the Soul Clan will surely be destroyed. I want you to swear on the Soul Pill.

, if you break your oath, you will break the pill and die."

Feng Aoran's expression changed slightly, but then he stretched out three fingers and solemnly pointed to the sky and swore: "I, Lin Zhuoer, swear to God that in the future, even if I cannot help the Soul Clan, I will never oppose the Soul Clan. If I violate my oath, I will be broken."

Dan died."

As soon as she finished speaking, a charm lit up under Feng Aoran's feet and quickly integrated into her body.

Seeing Feng Aoran swearing so simply and still using his real name, Xinghun breathed a sigh of relief, then stretched out his hand and hugged Feng Aoran's shoulders, and said cheerfully: "I will follow you from now on.

,hehehe.”

I don’t know why Ming Xinghun is considered a handsome guy, but she thinks his smile is very vulgar.

Patting Xinghun's hand away, Feng Aoran returned to her body again. This time she felt that she fit in with this body much better, and she felt more like her own. She moved various parts of her body,

With a wave of his hand, he put away the restrictions placed by Star Soul.

This retreat lasted only half a day. When Feng Aoran walked out of the room, the sky was full of stars. Margaret stood at the door. When she saw Feng Aoran coming out, she hurriedly greeted her, "Aoran, something happened."

This simple sentence made Feng Aoran, who was in a good mood, suddenly frown, "What happened?" Looking at Margaret's appearance, Feng Aoran had a bad feeling in her heart.

Margaret glanced at Feng Aoran, and then carefully spit out a piece of paper from her mouth.

Feng Aoran took the piece of paper and opened it slowly. Initially, she was just a little uneasy. But after seeing the content on the paper, Feng Aoran frowned. The Moller Kingdom sent troops to attack Xinliang. Within three months, Xinliang Festival

They were defeated, and one-third of the country had been invaded.

"What does this have to do with me?" Feng Aoran's eyes were stern, but her mouth looked like it had nothing to do with her, but her hand holding the paper was clenched tightly.

"I'm just telling you the news. You decide what to do. I know you want to take back your country. Now this may be an opportunity." Margaret's small eyes flashed brightly. If you take back your country,

Xinliang, they will have a lot more chips in their hands, and their strength will steadily improve through constant battles.
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