New White Snake Asking Immortals

Black clouds cover the night, and darkness falls.

The half-dragon monster watched helplessly as its chest was cut open, and the blood was gradually drawn from its body. It almost collapsed under the torment of death fear. It witnessed the crimson blood leave the body and condense into a ball, which was condensed and purified.

The vast majority of half-dragon monsters have a common feature, that is, they are huge.

But the two mysterious people draw blood very slowly, and they don't care about the pain of the evil beast at all.

Immediately afterwards, the chest of Zican, who had fallen into a deep sleep, was cut open.

Although he was asleep, his face was still struggling and distorted, his fingers were trembling, his brows were almost wrinkled into a Sichuan character, no matter how uncomfortable he was, he couldn't wake up, his face became paler as the blood was drawn out, and on the other side, the condensed blood of the half-dragon monster was sucked out Guide to replace human blood.

The dark night, the flickering lanterns, the strong smell of blood...

In the governor's mansion.

The sleeping Ziqi had a dream.

I dreamed that my precious son was sinking, getting farther and farther until he couldn't see it.

"Ah... my son..."

He suddenly woke up and sat up, and found that it was a nightmare. While he was relieved, he always felt that something was wrong.

The old fairy said before that he would go out, and his son was also left to study in another courtyard and was not allowed to visit him. He didn't know what happened. Thinking of this place, he sighed tiredly, thinking that he missed his son too much day and night.

Zican, who was completely asleep, also had a dream.

Cold, cold into the ice cave, followed by scorching heat invading the heart and lungs, and heading towards the limbs, scorching hot, screaming desperately to vent the anger that burned the whole body, but it was useless, Zican felt that if If there is a hell, then I am in hell right now.

Every inch of skin is suffering, but it just can't wake up, and bears it motionless.

On the other side, the half-dragon monster has not yet died, and it also understands that it is useful to keep a fresh spine...

Half-dragon demon blood was injected into Zican's small body, while human blood was wiped away.

After the blood was drained, the body gradually became cold, and the half-dragon monster was desperate, unable to move completely, quietly waiting for the final bone drain.

Blood perfusion ends,

You have to use the seal to suppress the rage of the half-dragon demon blood.

Immediately afterwards, Zican and the half-dragon monster turned over.

Looking down on the superior existence of all living beings, he doesn't care about the feelings of ants, and simply and rudely draws the bloody spine from the evil beast.

The young man in green robe looked at the spine in his hand and his eyes shone.

"Although there is only a small amount of divine beast dragon blood, it is still a rare treasure. As mixed blood is, pure blood dragons are even more amazing."

He likes to collect, and animal skins or bones are rare collections.

The old man didn't care about the idea of ​​the green robe.

With another stroke, Zican's small spine was removed, and it was burned to ashes.

"Don't waste time, refine it quickly."

"Hey, okay, okay, you old man should change your anxious temper, I wouldn't keep this thing."

Talking with his mouth and hands constantly, refining the bloody long spine with mysterious magic, shrinking, shortening, suppressing and sealing part of the power, so as not to accidentally blow up human children, he is best at this kind of magic.

Soon, a small spine finally made its way.

The old man put the spine into Zichan's back, and saw the spine drilled into the body and connected itself, lightly shook the green branches and sprinkled green starlight, and the bones fused and the wound healed.

"It's done, then we have to wait, um, the animal will be used to make soup and marrow to replenish the little guy's body."

These were the last words the dying half-dragon monster heard, not even the last flesh and bones were spared.

Everything went well.

In the end, the traces were completely erased, and it was still that peaceful night.

When the sun rose, Zican's eyelids trembled and slowly woke up, as if she had been having a nightmare last night, she was exhausted and had an indescribable feeling, as if she was full of power and was about to explode, her whole body was burning with flames, and even her nostrils were hot when she breathed of.

It seems that... the body is very strong and has power.

There is a bad smell on the body, it is very greasy, like impurities from the body.

He didn't know anything about what happened last night, thinking that after following the teacher for a long time, he would naturally improve.

And Ziqi, who hurried over after hearing that the barrier in the other courtyard was torn down, was relieved that his son was safe and sound, and he was full of energy. Let's just say, last night's nightmare was a day and night dream.

But when I look at my son, I always feel an inexplicable sense of strangeness...

Ziqi wouldn't know that when Zican looked at his father, he also felt strange and alienated, even including everyone in the house and outside...

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Tranquil valley.

The conspiracy and calculations are far away from the mountains.

Bai Yujun has been living a simple life, reading, eating and sleeping every day.

The desk in front of the window can enjoy the sunshine and moonlight, hold the ancient books and immerse yourself in the distant era, feel the magnificence of the predecessors between the lines, expand your meager knowledge, and have the same inheritance as those old forces at the fastest speed, and gradually surpass it.

Even if the forces of all parties are ancient, they have risen in modern times. They are indeed old for mortals and even casual cultivators, but they are too immature compared with the era of gods and beasts.

In the past, Bai Yujun was fooling around, and the various forces could still show off their own inheritance.

Now, a certain Bai has started to get serious, and the little thing that everyone regards as a treasure instantly becomes embarrassing.

During these days, Bai Yujun returned to the simple and peaceful days long ago.

When I was tired from studying, I picked up the broom to clean the courtyard and repair the house.

Occasionally, in order to taste the taste of food, I made a big pot to boil delicious seafood soup, sprinkled some fresh seasoning herbs, and sat on the threshold with a large porcelain bowl to drink soup, enjoying a rare leisure.

Recently, I often see that cautious little guy, which is quite fun, maybe the little guy thinks it is well hidden.

Moubai, who has some evil tastes, thought it was interesting and didn't point it out.

A sunny day.

The warm wind was blowing, and Bai Yujun, who was reading by the window, spread her arms and stretched vigorously.

"It's so boring..."

Then put down the book, move the chair back and stand up.

Look left, look right.

I went to the outhouse and took a wooden tub into the house, removed the quilt, and put the slightly messy baby clothes in the crib into the tub. After thinking about it, I even tore off the window screen and prepared to wash it together.

Many people know a good way to hold a basin with one hand, grab the edge of the basin with one hand, and rest the other side against your waist.

Longjiao pushed aside the jingling ornaments and went out.

As soon as I went out, I stood at the door and looked at the ridiculous blue sky with no clouds in a daze.

"Hiss~ It's a little sunburnt, hot."

Looking around, the paper umbrella jumped out and was eager to turn on the sunshade mode. Although the umbrella can be adjusted automatically, it is not suitable for washing clothes. With one look, the paper umbrella has no choice but to shrink and turn it into a hair accessory.

With an idea, a certain Bai pulled out a plain white silk handkerchief, and put it on his head like a peasant girl. The silk handkerchief was slightly smaller and could only cover the top of his head, purely for decoration.

So much better, Duanmupen walked out slowly.

With a creak, the rough wooden courtyard door was pushed open.

After crossing the threshold, I habitually closed it heavily, and walked along the stone road hidden in the grass to the stream.

When I got to the stream, I looked at the clear stream and groups of small fish, put down the wooden basin, and rolled up my sleeves skillfully.

Thick and long hair delays things, so I simply rolled it up. Fortunately, with the dragon horn, the long hair is easy to manage. It is simple to pull on the top of the head, and it is slightly messy. The hairpin made of paper umbrellas comes in handy.

Look around.

Take off your cloth boots and go into the water barefoot, choose a stone slab of appropriate size, and move it to the water's edge.

The stone slab is half in the water and one side is out of the water.

He also moved flat stones and put them behind to make a stool. After sitting down, he dug deeper the sand and stones in the water in front of him, and he knew that he was skillful at a glance, and then soaked the clothes in the water.

Taking the tree trunk, the little dragon's claws scratched it into a standard mallet two or three times, and it felt smooth after trying it out.

Not long after, Bai Yujun was sitting by the water's edge, pounding clothes with a mallet with one hand, and skillfully folding and turning with the other hand.

In the quiet and hot afternoon, only the sound of clothes being pounded by the stream can be heard.

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