Bao Ma is rich in the realm of self-cultivation

Chapter 166 Ugly and smelly ([-])

Half of Hu Qing was in pain, and half of Hu Qing was numb and hot. It has to be said that this was a wonderful experience.

Hu Qing felt that she might be crazy, and she wanted to get out of this terrible illusion.

At this moment, Hu Huahua bit Hu Qing's face.

The sharp little milk teeth can chew through bones, Hu Qing's face hurts, and he opened his eyes.In a second, I found my situation.He jumped up and picked up Hu Huahua and ran out. When he reached the door, he stepped on something and slid out. Under the counterforce of things under his feet, he rolled in.

Hu Qing didn't think much of it and slammed the door shut.

Huh, so cool.

Hu Qing hugged Hu Huahua with one hand, and fanned herself with the other, huh, huh.

She lowered her head and screamed, "Hua Hua, what's wrong with you?"

Hu Qing raised Hu Huahua to her eyes, and saw that the earthy yellow hair she dyed by herself was burnt here and there, accompanied by a strange smell of burnt high protein.

"It stinks."

Hu Huahua raised her head: Please look into my eyes, you are not much better.

A pair of clear black eyes are like a crystal mirror, in which two are reflected - ugly.

"Ah—" Hu Qing screamed, let go of her hand, Hu Huahua fell to the ground deftly, and Hu Qing flipped her hand over the bronze mirror to look at herself.

Her forehead was scorched with blood and flesh, and the ugly scar left by hitting the wall was gone.And the hairline is upwards, a large area is blurred.It's over, she's going bald.

This is still the second, and the most important thing is - at this moment, her face is as red as a boiled shrimp, and her scalp is even more red.

She touched her neck, and her hands and neck were so hot that they were on fire.He opened his sleeves and saw that the skin on his arms was red, and the sweat evaporated before flowing out of the pores.

To die, she was to be roasted to death.

Hu Qing hurriedly sat down, keeping her mind focused, and began to practice the heart formula that Shui Xin taught her.

For some reason, she always felt that she could "see" what was going on in her body, and when she "looked", it turned out that the fire in her body was ravaging.Hu Qing was a little confused, she didn't know if her nerves had been burned by the fire or if she had a fire spirit root in her body, she only felt heat but no pain.

The one that hurts is the head. It seems that there is a contractor team doing renovations inside. It is noisy, annoying and painful, but I can bear it.

Silk cloth: That's my mercy.

Hu Qing runs the heart formula, and the spiritual power of the dantian comes out to circulate and Zhou Tian returns to the dantian, all the way is like re-opening the river to widen the waterway.Some flames are brought into the dantian by the reconnected river channel and become obedient.As the spiritual power circulated over and over again, the river channel was opened up wider and wider, new branches joined in, and more and more flames of submission.After I don't know how many times, finally all the fire in the body returned to the dantian.Hu Qing hasn't stopped yet, hitting again and again.

Her thoughts are well prepared.What if there is a bigger fire next time?Pre-disaster prevention is always better than post-disaster reconstruction.

Silk cloth: It's not stupid after all.

After an unknown amount of time, Hu Qing finally opened her eyes, and immediately smelled an unbearable smell, which came from her body.

Hu Qing lowered her head and took a look, disgusted, quickly ran to the yard and jumped into the pool, stripped off the clothes in the water and washed them thoroughly, then rubbed and washed the clothes before coming up.

Looking at the water, the black dirt washed off has disappeared, obviously the cleaning array is working.

It was only after Hu Qing put on her clothes that she remembered that she was rich, so she should buy herself some replacement clothes, the ones with spiritual power.

Keeping this in mind, Hu Qing went back to the roof, saw Hu Huahua hugging her and licking her fur, and ignored her.

Hu Qing was embarrassed: "Huahua, mom is wrong, Huahua is not smelly, Huahua is the most beautiful. Mom should give Huahua a shape."

Hu Huahua's body froze, why are you here to torture me?

Hu Qing objected to his objection, spread a cloth on the table, put him on the cloth, took small scissors and a small comb to cut and cut.

Hu Qing felt that he had professional vision and professional skills, so he finally wiped it with a soft cloth, and was very satisfied with his technique: "It's so handsome. Huahua is really masculine."

Masculinity = masculinity = toughness.

The slender Hu Huahua looked at herself in the mirror and said, "I'm just a dog - bah bah, I'm not a dog."

Hu Huahua ignored her, squirmed to the edge of the table and jumped hard, jumped into the sofa, rolled herself up, and shut herself up.

Hu Qing: "I think it looks pretty good, what a spirited guy."

I played two in the past, and remembered that the refining room was broken, and the ground fire was not turned off.

Hu Qing hurriedly went back and pushed open the door of the refining room: "Ah——"

Hu Huahua on the sofa raised her head abruptly, ran to the door of the refining room, and looked inside in surprise.

I saw that the explosion-like flames in the refining room had disappeared. At this moment, the heat of the air inside had receded, and flames still burst out from the open ground fire hole, but the flames burst out less than a foot away from the fire hole and were caught by something nearby. Sucked in.

that egg.

That yellow-and-purple-patterned egg is unbreakable.

The flame was sucked to the egg and there was no more movement, and the egg looked quiet as if nothing had happened.This situation is like the flame condensing into water and flowing into the bottomless pit inside the egg, or like the flame being frozen and hanging between the egg and the crater.

Hu Qing blinked, and Hu Huahua blinked too.

The two watched for a full quarter of an hour, and Hu Qing let out a sigh of relief: "Could it be that this is not an egg, but some kind of precious ore?"

Hu Huahua didn't speak.

Hu Qing's eyes lit up, she shook her hand, and a sledgehammer appeared. She walked over holding the sledgehammer, took aim, and hit with all her strength.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Under the blow of the sledgehammer, the egg bounced out smoothly, bouncing back and forth on the four walls, the ceiling and the ground, Hu Qing and Hu Huahua nodded and shook their heads accordingly.Finally the egg stopped and fell to the floor and twirled around.

Hu lightly pressed it, surprised, it must have been roasted for a long time, right?Why is it still so cold?Could it be that this is a piece of cold material?

I forgot to show Hu Nuan last time, she should have it.

It's just that she put so much effort into it, but there is still no crack on the top of the egg, which shows its good quality.

Hu Qing thought for a while, left and right rented the fire in the yard by himself without charging money, took out the refining furnace and put it on the fire outlet, adjusted it to a moderate flame, threw the eggs into the refining furnace and burned it.

Whether it's an egg or a stone, something can always be burned, right?
After that, I don't care.

Hu Qing habitually raised his hand to wipe his forehead, hissed in pain, only then remembered that she was disfigured again.

Taking out the mirror to look at myself, I was surprised to find that my forehead has healed, including the original scar left by hitting the wall, which is so light that it is almost invisible, but a large red mark seems to be picked up by the heat, and it should slowly fade away .But a large piece of hairline is still bald, oh, not bald, there is a light layer of stubble, and it is a bit sticky to press.

With this image, there is no way to go out.

Hu Qing buckled the mirror, carried Hu Huahua upstairs and said, "Stop practicing, go to sleep."

Practicing ass, my brain still hurts like a saw. She must be hitting a ghost, right?

As soon as this idea came out, Hu Qingqing was shocked in the daytime.

She looked down at Hu Huahua: "The blood of a black dog can ward off evil spirits, so should Hu Huahua's blood be able to do the same?"

Hu Huahua:?

(End of this chapter)