The real daughter, Xiaotaotie, became popular in the entertainment industry

Chapter 1848 Itching on the soles of the brain and feet
Little Taotie saw it lying on the ground suddenly, with an even more innocent look on his face, and looked at the elder for help: "I haven't hit it yet, why did it fall down? Is it from Pengci? Will it blackmail the medicine?" fee?"

Golden Winged Roc: "..."

numb!

Already unable to roar.

Little Taotie picked up a branch and poked the golden-winged roc's nostrils, "It's still breathing, not dead yet."

Golden Winged Roc: "..."

I hope to die right away.

Seeing the miserable state of the golden-winged roc, the great elder showed no sympathy, picked up another branch, knelt down, and poked it together with the little Taotie.

The golden-winged roc's two nostrils are full of branches, and its eyes are almost slackened.

"Hand over the antidote! Otherwise..." Little Taotie stared at the golden-winged roc's claws with his big eyes.

She had watched a TV series where the heroine was forced to do things she didn't want to do by tickling the soles of her feet with a feather.

There are so many floating feathers here that just picking one is the best tickling tool.

Although the feet of the Golden Winged Roc are claws, they should also be ticklish, right?
Little Taotie tilted his head and asked, "Are you afraid of tickles?"

The golden-winged roc didn't know why, so he didn't answer.

Little Taotie said to himself: "If you are ticklish, all these feathers will come in handy!"

The Great Elder asked, "Zai Zai, what are you going to do?"

Little Taotie twisted a feather and pointed it towards the nostrils of the golden-winged roc...

The golden-winged roc wailed: "If I can die, I just want to die peacefully! Please, don't torture me!"

"I didn't torture you." Little Taotie grinned, "I'm just threatening you. If you don't hand over the antidote, the feather will scratch the soles of your feet, no, it's the soles of your claws!"

The golden-winged roc silently reached out and rubbed his body.

A mud ball was rubbed out.

Little Taotie took a step back: "Dirty!"

Golden Winged Roc: "This is the antidote."

Ninth Elder shouted: "No, you must be lying to me!"

Golden Winged Roc: "I didn't lie to you, this is indeed the antidote, if you swallow it, the discomfort on your body will disappear immediately."

"You're kidding me!"

"You must be kidding me!"

The Ninth Elder stepped back again and again, shouting: "I want to eat chicken wings tonight, son, please show no mercy! I don't want the antidote, I just want its life!"

Little Taotie blinked: "Then I will... scratch it!"

Little Taotie didn't use the previous feather, but chose the most beautiful one among all the feathers.

This is a golden spring pure golden feather.

The little Taotie who was obsessed with gold had his eyes glowing, and he reached for the feather, wanting to verify whether it was the feather or the gold.

Turns out, it's not just feathers, it's made of solid gold!

"Made of pure gold?" Little Taotie searched among the pile of feathers, trying to find another one.

But I couldn't find any pure golden ones anymore, some might be golden, but there would be some mixed hairs in them, either black or white.

"The bloodline of the golden-winged roc on it should come from this feather. If his cultivation level improves, he can use this feather as a talisman." The Great Elder explained.

Little Taotie was surprised: "The magic weapon of life, it must be very precious, isn't it too wasteful to scratch it?"

The Great Elder smiled and said, "No, it just likes to scratch the soles of its feet with golden feathers."

The golden-winged roc realized that he was going to scratch the soles of his feet with his feathers?

Taking a deep breath, the golden-winged roc cut off its wings, "You can cook it however you want, it can be used as the main material for alchemy to make alchemy, and it can be detoxified by devouring it."

(End of this chapter)