After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 176 Transition
Having experienced a lot of emotional ups and downs, Crow heard his son's words clearly, and barely restrained his desire to nagging.

This is my own cub.

Can't talk.

No, I can.

The black crow bit the weak young man's hand fiercely, raised his head again, and asked as calmly as possible: "Does it hurt?"

The young man raised his hand and looked at the bloody tooth marks on the edge of his palm, and he suspected that he had gone to some strange place after his death.

Pain is pain, what can be seen is too unreal.

Seeing his son staying there without speaking, Hei Ya was about to speak again.

"Don't bite it, I don't eat it." The young man said helplessly, thinking that he was taken away by some kind of monster and used it as a food reserve.

"You don't have a piece of good meat all over your body, whoever doesn't have eyes wants to eat you." The black crow picked up the young man and put him in the grass nest outside the house.

Although it is a grass nest, it was made by the black crow after trying many kinds of hay, and it took a lot of effort. It looks rough and casual, but in fact it puts all its heart into it.

The size of the grass nest is enough to hold four young people and more.

The black crow saw that his son was still not talking when he was sitting, so he patted his head, thinking that his son had been lying down for too long and was too hungry to speak, so he took out a small table from the house and put it in the grass nest, and put food on the small table again and again. .

Pancakes, sugar cakes, cold noodles, pickled radish in vinegar, mushroom balls, porridge...

The young man smelled the aroma of food and felt something was wrong.

But the heat brought by the sun on the body is real, and the faintly painful wound on the palm is real.

Picking up a piece of white sugar cake and stuffing it into his mouth, chewing with some difficulty, the sweet smell of the stuffed food in his mouth told him that this was also real.

Black Crow sat by the side of the grass nest, he didn't like to be particular about it, he sat down on the ground and didn't care if his clothes would get dirty.

The black clothes on the left and right are feathered, and at worst they go to the pond to soak.

Looking at his son with bulging cheeks basking in the sun, Hei Ya finally understood the meaning of that powerful girl's words.

Such a son is alive and well.

It's just that he didn't know how to raise children before, so what happened before.

Hei Ya sighed, rubbed his fingers over the storage jade pendant given by his friend, feeling very emotional.

Song Zheng, who seemed the weakest back then, has already widened a huge gap with them, but now he has never underestimated these friends he made in the past.

Swallowing the white sugar cake in his mouth, the young man vaguely remembered that he was rescued when he still had a sliver of consciousness.

So, he's still alive?

"Where do these foods come from?"

"Your Uncle Song sent it."

"What about this house?"

"Uncle Song helped build it."

"This grass nest—"

"You Uncle Song—your father and I made this up!"

There is no way, it is really cash-strapped, so it can only create such conditions.

The young man looked at the demon cultivator's unshaven beard and his eye sockets were flushed, and he suddenly felt a little bit hungry.

"I can't eat these."

"Then I'll put it away and eat it when you want to eat."

The young man who was still about to say something paused, and when he saw Yaoxiu's scarred fingers, he suddenly looked away.

He is alive and still a burden.

"I don't like these." The young man muffled.

"Blame me." Black Crow remembered the sour berries he picked later, washed them carefully and brought them to the small table.

The hands were newly scratched by the hard thorns growing on the thorn branches.

The young man moved his eyes away.

"I don't want to eat it."

Black Crow was stunned for a moment, looking at his son sitting there, he felt that the other party was out of the world.

"The true blood has been used up." The black crow leaned against the grass nest, with his back to the young man, and suddenly spoke after a long silence.

The young man staring blankly at a certain place stagnates for breath.

Has the true blood been used up?What about the catastrophe of the father——

"The alchemist has refined the Bloodline Pill, but he is not sure how effective it will be. He has already handed over the refined Bloodline Pill to me." Hei Ya didn't speak like an elder, and his tone was very casual.

"After two days, when you feel better, I will take the Blood Pill and try the medicine's effect."

"If the medicine works well, the remaining blood pill will be used to recuperate your body."

Their clan dates back to ancient times, and their ancestors also have the blood of the ancient immortal clan.

What Black Crow said was also his true thoughts.

Even with Song Zheng's guarantee, even if Song Jingmo saved his son's life.

He still couldn't feel relieved.

I was too careless before, but now I want to be twice as careful, to eliminate all dangers as much as possible.

Originally, the black crow wanted to wait for the blood pills of other races to be refined to see how effective the blood pills were.

Now that he holds the blood pill made from the true blood of his ancestors in his hand, and is surrounded by his only weak heir, the black crow has a simple idea.

The young man also didn't believe in the efficacy of the blood pill, and he finished eating the physalis in the bowl one by one. The young man looked at the sky, his body trembled slightly, but he asked in a calm voice, "Where is the blood pill now?"

"I want to see the blood pill."

Hei Ya didn't suspect him, and handed the jade bottle containing the blood pill to his son.

There are six blood pills in the jade bottle.

For Lingxiu with the blood of the monster clan, the effect of taking the blood pill for the first time is the best, and the effect is halved for the second time, and at most three pills are taken.

Unless there is a higher-grade blood pill refined from better-quality true blood, then you can take three more.

But now that the bloodlines of the monster races are thinner and thinner, the true blood that can be preserved by all races is basically the best quality true blood in the world, and it is almost impossible to have a better bloodline pill.

The young man poured out a blood pill from the jade bottle and observed it carefully.

Then before the black crow could react, he threw the blood pill into his mouth and swallowed it.

The entrance of the blood pill turned into a ball of hot medicinal liquid, which slid down the throat and fell into the stomach, and then the medicinal power melted into the body little by little.

I can feel the blood being ignited everywhere, and the ignited blood burns the meridians, and the pain is unbearable.

The young man is lying in the grass nest with a soft bedding under his body, and he can still smell the faint fragrance of the grass leaves used to weave the grass nest.

The sun fell on him gently and softly, and the breeze blew gently.

Hei Ya was stunned again, and hurriedly asked Song Zheng for help.

Song Zheng hurried over with Song Jingmo, seeing the young man sleeping peacefully, Song Jingmo was full of doubts.

The effect of the Bloodline Pill is quite overbearing, and the way the Bloodline Pill made from the true blood of different races improves the bloodline is not the same. Generally speaking, the pain of the process is no less than that of washing the marrow. After all, she is made of the marrow washing pill. medicine base.

I have come here, and I can't come here in vain.

After investigating the spiritual power in the young man's body, Song Jingmo couldn't help being surprised. He smoothed out the violent fire-type spiritual power in the young man's body with spiritual power, and stuffed a handful of various pills to heal the wound and replenish spiritual power.

"The tolerance to pain is extremely strong, and the transformation and improvement of the body by the blood pill will be more thorough."

"Okay." Now he can be left to fend for himself.

Song Jingmo clapped his hands and stood up, looking at the oversized Caowowo, he couldn't help but linger for a few more seconds.

If there is such a grass nest, as long as it is half the size of this...

Before leaving, Song Zheng talked to Heiya for a while.

"Is there anything else you haven't explained?" Song Jingmo asked casually when Song Zheng came back.

"It's okay, I gave some spirit stones."

This is a more important matter.

The cracks in the wasteland were not sealed, to be precise, they were closed.

As a result, the spiritual energy of the barren domain no longer passed away, and it was supplemented by some spiritual energy from the Shenlong domain.

But such a concentration of aura is still not enough for spiritual practitioners to practice. They usually use spiritual stones to assist in spiritual practice.

Thinking of his insufficient inventory of spirit stones, Song Jingmo habitually held Song Zheng by the corner of his clothes, wondering if he should replenish some spirit stones.

The share of spirit stones given by Tianxuan Lingyuan is not small, but it is too much to get in, so it is difficult not to make people feel a little bit of crisis.

In fact, Song Jing's Mo family, who had swept hundreds of secret realms with the spirit-seeking mouse, was billions of dollars richer than expected.

However, this does not prevent Song Jingmo from subconsciously thinking that his family is very thin and needs to increase his income.

So as soon as he returned to the valley, Song Jingmo roughly counted the backlog of pills in his hands, and asked Song Zheng with bright eyes: "Old man Song, are you going to Lingyuan City?"

Song Zheng was used to this address and nodded calmly.

Song Jingmo put the elixir that was going to be auctioned into the same storage spirit vessel, and prepared the materials for the blood elixir that he was going to refine in the past few days, and set off excitedly on the cloud-treading horse.

Song Zheng, who thought he was not strong enough, chose the spirit beast car pulled by Huang Beast.

Desolate beast pulling carts is a new business in Huangyu these days. The frame is already there, and the formation is covered on it, which can make the frame more light and stable. It is also powered by spirit stones. It was originally called Hearse, Song Jingmo was embarrassed when he saw the news from the manager of the firm.

Hearse, is this a gift for someone or the end of life? !

A lamp powered by spirit stones is called a spirit stone lamp, and a screen powered by spirit stones is called a spirit stone screen. Why isn't a car powered by spirit stones called a spirit stone car?
The steward argued hard, saying that the trolley used to transport spirit stones in the Lingshi Mine already had this name, and it was inappropriate to use it again.

Song Jingmo was at a loss for words for a while, but Song Jingmo still said that the hearse was baa.

Song Jingmo, who had never used his authority in the firm, used his power for the first time, forcing the hearse to be renamed the spirit beast car.

Using spirit stones and desolate beasts, how can one favor one over another.

The desolate animal pulling carts is also a business that Song Jingmo developed on a temporary basis.

After encountering the shopkeeper of the pharmacy building who had been transferred with Lingxiu in Xiaoshan Town in the place where Lingxiu lived, Song Jingmo became the backbone of the management of these Yao's firms.

Yes, these.

The original shopkeeper Yao quickly expanded the scope of business, and later established a commercial bank, opened the commercial bank to various places, and also opened it back to the barren land.

Find Song Jingmo and ask Song Jingmo to make up his mind, the chief manager of Huangyu Branch of Yao's Commercial Bank asked about the development planning of Song Jingmo Commercial Bank.

Song Jingmo, who has never been involved in Yao's production and management since he came up with an idea once when he started cooperating with the beauty care drug business, expressed his helplessness.

But how to arrange those guys in Yao's firm is indeed a problem.

It's not that they can't afford to support nearly a thousand people, the key is that these guys can't stay idle.

The big and small managers of Yao's firm are very enterprising, as are the staff under them.

The goods of the firm are basically used for disaster relief, and now there is no income.

Song Jingmo looked at the carts used by the firm to transport goods and thought.

There are not many other things in the wasteland, but the large wild beasts pulling carts are absolutely indispensable.

With a slight modification of this car, it is enough for people to live in, let alone carry some goods.

As soon as the idea was mentioned, the stewards thought it over and felt that the second leader's idea was really good, so they immediately acted on it.

Only when they can't reach an agreement or need to consult Song Jingmo, do they go to Song Jingmo.

The business of pulling carts requires a name, and choosing a name is not a trivial matter, even if it is chosen well, it needs to be reviewed by the real person in charge.

Song Jingmo rode the Cloud-Treading Colt, and the wind in the wasteland was gentle.

I don't know which season it is, but it is a season full of hope.

A horse and a cart traveled neither fast nor slow, and arrived outside Lingyuan City.

Shen Qingyan, who had stayed in the Beast Orb for quite a while, sighed faintly as he watched the crowded streets of Lingyuan City.

A lot of spiritual practice has come to the wasteland, and Lingyuan City seems to have restored the prosperity of the past.

Outside Lingyuan City, there is a buddy of Yao's business firm, who is responsible for registering the leased spirit beast vehicles and temporarily taking care of the spirit beast vehicles.

They don't plan to return the car yet, so it's just stored.

Song Zheng looked at this bustling city, and there was some interest in his eyes.

Although Song Zheng has a lot of knowledge, he doesn't like to go to the prosperous land, and he has never had any enjoyment. At most, he eats more natural treasures, just like eating carrots and cabbage.

The city of Tianxuan was lively and lively, but it didn't have so much worldly atmosphere.

All kinds of food stalls, as well as stalls placed on the ground with a piece of cloth, and storefronts with shops are also crowded.

"I have never been to Lingyuan City."

The main reason is that there are no spirit stones, which cannot be afforded in Lingyuan City.

As a great demon but was poor and almost died of illness, Song Jingmo couldn't understand the reason why Song Zheng fell into such a situation.

Feeling sore in his heart, Song Jingmo blinked, and his eyes were covered with water.

She quickened her pace, walked a little in front of Song Zheng, pulled Song Zheng's sleeve, and said excitedly: "I know there is a delicious restaurant in Lingyuan City, come with me—"

Song Zheng was dragged to walk briskly, but only smiled gently and helplessly. When he sat in the lobby of the inn, he saw the figure of the cub he had raised up busy booking a room and ordering food. Song Zheng slowly looked away, picked up the cup and took a sip of tea.

The tea is a bit bitter, but it also has sweetness.

The lobby was originally overcrowded, but as soon as Song Jingmo took out the wooden sign left by Shen Qingyan, there was a seat immediately.

When all the dishes were served, Song Jingmo happily introduced the dishes one by one, and Song Zheng also tasted them one by one, very cooperative.

The most precious thing is not the rare dishes, nor the rare seats, but the desire to make people happy.

Even if it's just simple food, sitting on a broken table and chairs, Song Zheng is also happy to see the child he raised with his own hands smiling and talking in front of him.

The chef also saw Shen Qingyan, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and the two sat and drank tea. Shen Qingyan listened to the other side talking about some trivial matters, and felt that his fingertips were gradually getting warmer due to the temperature of the tea, and the warmth was spreading little by little. .

(End of this chapter)