After the Rebirth of the Unbeatable Queen

Feng Qiming didn't feel scared anymore, instead he was confident: "Discovered? Who found out? The master of the family has done so flawlessly, who knows? Even those old guys in the Feng family will never know~"

"What's more, you are already dead, who will worry about the dead? Xia Qingyu, the head of the family tells you! Don't think that if you are a ghost, the head of the family is afraid of you! When you are a human, you are not afraid, let alone a ghost! Humph! You should thank me for letting your whole family come down to the dough! Hahaha!"

A dark light surged in Qingcheng's eyes, and he put away the shadow stone in his hand, and then held the Zixiao divine whip in his hand.

The voice said coldly: "Zixiao, the master is going to teach him a lesson now."

Zi Xiao's whip tail lifted a little.

Immediately afterwards, the Qingcheng whip swung over, "Crack!" A whip hit Feng Qiming.

Feng Qiming cried out in pain, looking at "Xia Qingyu" in horror.

"You dare to beat the head of the family! I, Feng Qiming, are the head of the Feng family now!"

Qingcheng looked at him coldly: "It's you, the "Feng Patriarch" who is fighting! You dare to call yourself the Feng Patriarch just because you are a fake who occupies the magpie's nest?"

"Crack! Slap!" Two more whips.

"Ah! You! How dare you!"

The places where Feng Qiming was drawn were all bloody blurred. And while the body is being beaten, how does the spiritual power in the body feel dissipated?

Qingcheng whipped him several times in a row, and Feng Qiming began to panic.

"Xia Qingyu! How dare you treat Ben with such an evil weapon..."

"Crack!" A whip slapped his mouth, and the barb of the whip made his mouth turn out to the left side of his face.

"Hmm!! Hiss..."

Feng Qiming's tearful eyes curved in pain, but he didn't regain his strength all of a sudden. The hands subconsciously touch the face and mouth, and the next second they bounce off reflexively. It hurts too much! The whole mouth is numb, the teeth feel a little loose, and the corners of the mouth can't move...

Looking at him like that, Qingcheng raised her eyebrows and said, "Can you still talk?"

Feng Qiming couldn't believe that Xia Qingyu, who was as gentle as water, could have such a ruthless side?

He raised his head and looked at "her" angrily, tried his best to wiggle the corner of his mouth, and said, "Li... Li swollen is so ruthless!" (How can you be so vicious!)

"Xia Qingyu" sneered: "Is it ruthless? Compared with the ruthlessness of your Feng Qiming, what can I do?" Then there was another whip.

The barrier was filled with the sound of whipping and Feng Qiming's cries of pain.

Yun Haochen just watched quietly, and knew that Qingcheng needed to vent.

Qingcheng's anger towards Feng Qiming comes from the residual resentment of the original owner's body, as well as Qingcheng's own shame towards Feng Qiming. He didn't stop until he saw that Feng Qiming was dying.

At this time, the Nascent Soul originally cultivated in Feng Qiming's body, that is, the miniature Feng Qiming's Primordial Spirit, was also dissipated a little bit, and finally disappeared... The cultivation level fell directly to the second floor of the third-level Spiritualist. The flesh is not intact, all the flesh is turned out, and it is blurred... The clothes are also shattered by the smoke...

Qingcheng took out a medicine bottle, opened it, and sprinkled it directly on his mouth and face, and then on his body.

It didn't take a moment for Feng Qiming's wound to stop bleeding.

Then he said lightly, "Did you know? In fact, Feng Qingcheng is not dead~"

Feng Qiming, who was lying on the ground and was dying, tried to raise his head after hearing these words, and looked at "Xia Qingyu" in surprise.

"What... what? No..."