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

Chapter 241
On the day when we returned to the wasteland, the weather in the wasteland was usually fine.

The sun was shining brightly and the sky was clear.

In the wasteland, there is no most annoying cicadas and frogs in the hot summer, only the warm sunshine and the breeze that can blow away the dust in the heart.

I haven't seen each other for a long time, and there was no strangeness or estrangement when we saw each other again.

Just looking at each other and smiling, the atmosphere became intimate and harmonious again.

Said that they wanted to clean up the dust for her, the senior brothers and sisters arranged everything extremely thoughtfully.

Along with Song Zheng, Buyu, Blast, Luo Lan, Li Cang, Li Mu and Jujutuanzi who traveled thousands of miles to pick her up, they were all arranged.

Because it is really tiring to travel through time and space channels, so I put the cleaning dust first.

There are hot springs in the wasteland, as well as in the Qinglingzong Lingjing, and there are more in the Shenlongyu.

Wash away the exhaustion, soften the bones, lazily change into soft clothes, and dry your hair in the sun.

Chirping birds, gentle breeze, lying on the rocking chair and shaking, you can shake yourself into dreamland.

Song Jingmo shook herself to sleep, and the little light elemental elves flew from all over, drying her hair meticulously.

The same small little flower demon took out the treasured dew, and used the dew for Song Jingmo's skin care with her tender palm.

Moisturizing floral dew, with a quiet aroma.

Unexpectedly, when he came over, what he saw was Song Jingmo who was sleeping soundly with floral hair scattered all over his body.

Today's Yaozu get along harmoniously, and occasionally there will be monks who ascend from the Fengling Continent to obtain some cultivation resources by doing things for the Yaozu.

When there is a breakthrough in cultivation, he will go to another world to find a way to continuously improve his cultivation.

The Yaozu don't have so many ideas, and they have ambitions, but living in their former homeland, there is no risk of being hunted and killed, and their aura is far stronger than other places.

Vegetation demons can coexist harmoniously with animal demons, and carnivorous demons can raise pigs, cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks, and geese that will not give birth to wisdom.

In the wasteland, Song Jingmo could be so at ease, right?
The wasteland is under her control, and there will be no bad rules restricting Song Jingmo, and there will be no short-sighted guys coveting Song Jingmo's luck and merit.

Looking at the sleeping person's eyelashes trembling slightly, he was about to wake up.

But Yu stood in front of her and said softly, "Are you awake? Let's go eat."

Song Jingmo opened his eyes, and saw the blond-haired and golden-eyed Bu Yu standing with his back to the light, which just blocked her from the sun that might be dazzling.

"Wake up." Standing up, moving his body habitually, inadvertently smelling the faint fragrance of roses floating on his body, Song Jingmo smiled lightly.

Her smile is not like winter snow melting and spring flowers blooming, but more like spring treetops grow delicate new leaves in accordance with the seasons, and the breeze blows gently; like summer mountain streams flowing across the river beach without making any sound, which is eye-catching. It clears the mind; it is like the ripe fruit hanging on the branch in autumn and being pecked by a passing bird, exuding the rich aroma of the fruit; it is like the sun that does not bring warmth in winter, and the water that is still flowing under the ice layer Shine brightly.

Unexpectedly, I knew that it was because I thought Song Jingmo was good, so I saw that she was good in everything.

Song Jingmo saw her the same way.

"The spiritual energy in the wasteland has become stronger, and there are more little flower demons and elves."

"I like it very much." Walking side by side with Buyu, Song Jingmo said slowly.

"The creatures and the world are mutual achievements, and this world will become a higher plane in the future."

In a high plane, the rules are perfect, and the law of heaven is fair and just.

Having encountered a few unreliable ways of heaven, Song Jingmo still firmly chooses to believe in the unexpected.

Trust itself is a two-way street.

"Do you like the Canglan Ancient Clan?" Buyu asked softly.

Song Jingmo froze for a moment, then laughed.

"Although it has been a long time since the memories of the Canglan Ancient Clan, they are also my memories."

"I really like those warm-hearted and lovely clansmen. Like Jingmo before me, I hope they can get a new life smoothly. It doesn't matter if you don't become Canglanlong, just live well."

"What about the previous Patriarch of the Canglan Ancient Clan?"

"Cang Mu doesn't know how to raise dragon cubs. He is still a child at heart. Being the patriarch is the same as not being the patriarch. He has never fulfilled the duties of the patriarch. He only enjoys the power and benefits brought to him by the patriarch's status."

"As that unlucky dragon cub, I really can't say that I like him." The memory of being robbed of eggshells by Cang Mu was so clear in his memory that he knew that he had a good memory at that time.

"But I don't hate him either."

"His patriarch is what he wants to do by himself. Later, when he was about to die, he realized that he should protect these clansmen."

"He didn't owe me anything, and the people of the Canglan Ancient Clan also raised me for his sake."

"He owed it to the clansmen of the Canglan Ancient Clan. The clansmen forgave him and sent him to reincarnate to rebuild. I don't have anything to say here."

"What about the position of patriarch? He let you sit on it and gave you all the burden."

"Unexpectedly, when you were the Young Master of Shenlongyu, did anyone ask you about your wishes?"

"Think about it this way, haven't we become more alike?"

"Don't take me for a pitiful one. I am an ancient dragon of the Canglan tribe who can punch through a planet with one punch." Song Jingmo shook her fist. Her fingers were long and slender, and the joints were obvious after the fist was made. Unexpectedly, she stretched out a fist to meet her Touched.

There is no need to say any more.

She was concerned about whether Song Jingmo was willing to sit in the seat of the patriarch of the Canglan clan. If Song Jingmo was unwilling, he would find a way to get rid of this trouble.

Unexpectedly, Li Mu is quite suitable.

……

In order to clean up Song Jingmo, the brothers and sisters made the menu early.

The ingredients are sent by the monsters, and all of them are fresh and high-quality.

The brothers and sisters who were not good at cooking in the past have long since become master chefs who can independently prepare a table of banquets.

Seeing the dishes on the table, Song Jingmo's eyes turned red.

Everything is what she likes to eat. She took the chopsticks, and before she even moved them, a mountain piled up in the bowl.

I have tasted all the flavors, and they are all the flavors that Song Jingmo likes.

Dishes fried in an iron pan over high heat, rice steamed in a firewood cauldron.

Rice soup made from new rice, dewy lotus pods picked before sunrise.

The fish raised in the mountain stream was simmered slowly to produce a milky white and fragrant soup, and finally all these entered Song Jingmo's stomach.

They are not rare delicacies, they are all ordinary country vegetables.

The taste may not be as good as those spiritual food with strong aura and special flavor, but it is such a slightly rough food with pyrotechnics that can best soothe Song Jingmo's unsettled heart.

She is still more content with simple food.

At the dinner table, they habitually chatted about interesting things, and they talked about Sang Zhixia's obsession with this big dish ever since he ate an authentic stewed goose in an iron pot.

It happened that there was a goose demon in the wasteland who could raise good geese, so Chi Zhishu began to practice hard stewing big geese in an iron pot.

But Chi Zhishu didn't have any talent for cooking. There were probably hundreds of geese who died of injustice under his command. In the end, it was Chi Zhishu's perseverance to achieve this good skill of stewing goose.

Sang Zhixia also likes to eat whole roasted sheep. Coincidentally, there is also a dog demon in the wasteland who raises a group of good sheep. In the end, those good sheep are either turned into kebabs or mutton stewed in an iron pot.

They also ate Yang Xiezi hotpot many times. They looked back on the past by eating the food they ate together, and gradually mastered more cooking skills and cuisines.

Song Jingmo smiled and listened to those interesting stories, and felt very happy in his heart.

Everyone has their own life and some happiness in their daily lives. When they get together occasionally and talk, they feel happier, and they don't feel bored or otherwise.

Eating and drinking, chatting and laughing, the topic suddenly turned to Song Jingmo.

Lou Zhiyin, who dug out the old wine that had been hidden for many years and had a good time, was already drunk. She giggled and stood beside Song Jingmo, put one hand on her shoulder, and asked in a low voice that she thought was actually super loud. : "I didn't believe it when the senior sister said that my junior sister Hong Luan was moving, but now that I see the red line, I can't believe it?"

Song Jingmo, who didn't drink alcohol but only drank soup, was gradually stunned.

Red Luan star moving?red line?What does that have to do with her, Song Jingmo?
Isn't she destined to be beautiful alone?

Song Jingmo really imagined the life of two people. It was at the beginning. She wanted to make medicine for Song Zheng, the old man Song’s version, to take care of his body and earn some silver. In a small yard, Song Zheng basked in the sun at home. To dry medicinal materials, she went out to set up a stall to earn money, and lived a simple and relatively affluent life.

That was all she had envisioned in the first place.

Later, Song Jingmo also imagined the lives of too many people, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was unnecessary.

Each has its own life.

Back this time, Xiaobai, who looked like Xiaozheng at the beginning, found his Taoist companions, but now there are sixteen, seventy-eight of them.

This was completely unexpected by Song Jingmo.

She can afford to raise a Xiaobai, as well as Xiaobai's little wife, but she really dare not imagine what kind of experience it would be to raise twenty gold swallowing beasts.

Xiaobai doesn't need her to support him either.

The contract between them was terminated a long time ago. Xiaobai himself is quite strong and has a talent for finding spirit mice. He has also flourished among the demon clans in the wasteland, and has accumulated quite a fortune.

For this reunion, Xiaobai also prepared a big gift for Song Jingmo.

Song Jingmo opened the box and saw the white mouse cub that had just grown fine fluff tied with a small bow inside, showing a confused look.

"This is my best gifted rat cub, and the purest coat color."

"According to the rules of our spirit-hunting mouse clan, after we terminate the contract with our former partners, we must give our best mouse cubs to the other party to raise after we have offspring."

Song Jingmo felt something was wrong, but she couldn't tell, so she took the mouse cubs and fed them with high-quality spiritual materials every day.

Hey, hey, the little mouse has grown up, and knows that he has saved a small treasury, the little mouse has a heart for the mouse, the little mouse has a little mouse...

Seeing a litter of little mice not much bigger than mosquitoes delivered in a basket, Song Jingmo's face turned pale.

She knew something was wrong!
Isn't this still asking her to raise cubs in disguise? ! ! !
But let's put it this way, Song Jingmo still carefully raised these mouse cubs.

More than a dozen white fluffy and fluffy spirit-seeking mouse balls are circling around him. Which fluffy person is not confused when he sees this scene?
Unexpectedly, sometimes he will turn into a kitten and lie on Song Jingmo's lap to bask in the sun, turning himself into a puddle of cat cakes.

She herself doesn't like her dragon blood very much. The dragon blood gives her power and responsibility, and also restricts her life.

But unexpectedly, she is willing to assume the responsibility of the domain master of the Shenlong Territory, and is also willing to take care of and rescue those ethnic groups that are about to perish and ask her for help.

Gradually, there are more and more high-blooded orcs in Shenlongyu.

Some races have their own clan land, find a corner of the Shenlong domain, put their own clan land on it, and then an unexpected force will integrate that piece of land into the Shenlong domain into the protection range.

The area of ​​Shenlong domain is getting bigger and bigger, but the aura has never been reduced.

Some races whose bloodline level has dropped and are not used to the various bloodline coercion of the Dragon Realm, accidentally put them in the wasteland.

The wasteland has a large territory and is a place where the monsters live together, and there is enough aura. It would be great if those endangered species could have offspring with the monsters.

The human race also has room to live here, and built that city very well.

The monster race likes the brains of the human race, and also likes the craftsmanship of the human race's spiritual chef.

As long as the human races staying in the wasteland don't make trouble, the monster races usually don't mind the human races staying on their territory.

They also like the orcs that came down from the Dragon Realm. The blood of those orcs is strong, and some of them are even of the same origin.

Beast races are pure blood, while monster races are mostly mixed blood.

The integration between ethnic groups is often very fast, and there are many new creatures in the wasteland.

The little cubs are playing and playing on the green grass, and the sun will fall on them gently.

……

Song Jingmo likes to bask in the sun in the wilderness.

Where Song Jingmo often stays, some flowers are usually planted.

The four seasons are divided according to the relative changes in temperature, and the twelve months are divided according to the beginning and end of the four seasons. It is July in the barren land.

Song Jingmo is used to this method of time recording.

The 24 solar terms do not apply to barren lands, to be more precise, they do not apply to many worlds where there are forces that cannot be explained by science.

There are not many technological products here in the wasteland. Occasionally, Yao's firm will send some from the Fengling Continent, and the city where the human monks gather in the wasteland often produces some novel gadgets.

The Canglan Continent was refined into a small secret realm that only the Canglan Dragon could enter. The Dragon Blood Spring and Transformation Pond inside were moved out and placed in the land of the Canglan Dragon Clan in the Shenlong Domain.

On an extremely unusual day, the colorful phoenixes in the Dragon Realm sang songs, and the Canglan Sacred Tree in the Canglan Clan's clan ground was also rarely full of flowers.

Song Jingmo ran all the way to the Dragon's Blood Spring. In the crystal clear spring pool, there were nearly a hundred more dragon eggs at some point.

The shells of those dragon eggs are mostly blue, and the color varies from dark to light. If you look carefully, you can't find two of the same color.

Seeing the small pink dragon egg from the dragon's blood spring at a glance, Song Jingmo touched the egg carefully.

She knew that dragon souls had already lived in these dragon eggs, and that her people would break out of their shells one day in the future and be reborn in this world suitable for them to live in.

Their time is still very, very long.

　This is the end of the story, to be continued()

　　
　
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