Play the cultivation game in the world of immortality

Chapter 78 The Taste of Power

Yan really didn't dare to stop him.

This child, Jing, didn't respond to others beating him, and it was a little different for his own brother.

If I punch you, you may die.

Or the ugly kind of death.

That's probably what it means.

What's the point?Sheng Yu was very angry.

Yan also has a headache recently, since his brother who never said anything in the past called his name, many things have become out of control.

In this regard, Sheng Yu said that she really took good care of her hands and crossed out many names written in the booklet one by one.

"Qinglu from the Great Elder's family beat Jing sixteen times, among which Jing's hand was broken three times, and I broke ten of his teeth, which is barely even."

"Jiang Miao took advantage of the rock to go out and led people to surround me 160 times, and I ran away 72 times. I made them unable to walk on the ground for half a year. This is a kind of fairness."

"Lou Lian of the guard repeatedly insulted my brother and I as bastards who came from nowhere. I taught him how to write blind characters."

Sheng Yu paused, and the tip of the pen stopped before the next name.

Jing's sharp howl echoed continuously in the sea of ​​consciousness, and she shook her head in irritability.

But it didn't seem to work, Sheng Yu put down his pen, fell silent for a while, and took off the bloody longbow hanging on the wall.

I don't know what the origin of this bow is, it's terribly heavy, but after she tried to punch through a mountain wall, everything else was trivial!
Jing, who has not started to practice, has a destructive power comparable to that of a golden core stage monk.

No, none of the Jindan stage monks may have such tyrannical physical strength as him.

However, Jing's physical strength is much weaker than that of ordinary people, and it is difficult to recover from injuries. This is also a point that Sheng Qi doesn't understand.

Why would you rather be beaten than cover up the fact that you have great power?And why are you pretending to be a fool?

In Jing's memory, there are no answers to these two questions.

He may have his own considerations in it, but to Sheng Qi, this is just an illusory dream, not reality, and she is not Jing, of course, it's how it feels.

The taste of power is too wonderful.

Sheng Yu stood on the stone bench by the window. Her room was located on the top of the stone castle, with a good view.

Looking down, the situation of the whole square is unobstructed.

With eyes closed, his mind locked on the man in Tsing Yi in the middle of the square.

The captain of Zhu Shanbu's first guard, Luo -- the most powerful and youngest warrior in the clan except for the patriarch and several elders.

Jing is very insensitive to pain and doesn't like to speak. Generally speaking, he can keep quiet when he can.

Even though the fragments about the Internet in memory had all become blurred phantoms, Sheng Yu could clearly feel the bone-chilling anger from the little boy, which continued to affect her thoughts.

She doesn't like this feeling.

Jing has learned a good bow technique from Yan, and she also has a little understanding of the power and strangeness of her own soul. It is difficult for others to capture her consciousness, and she has no scruples in her dreams.

However, based on the principle of respect, Sheng Qi would hardly use his consciousness to sweep away those existences with independent thoughts.

Sweeping around at every turn is very impolite behavior.

According to the instinct of the body, he raised his hand, turned his back, drew the bow, and drew the arrow.

"At this moment, as long as I pull the bowstring, I can directly send him back to the embrace of heaven, thus cutting off the interference caused to my mind."

She closed her eyes because she was afraid that her sight would be caught by Luo, who had a strong fighting instinct.

Zhu Shanbu highly respects a strong body. Most of the cultivation methods in the clan are related to body training. The warriors wander among the mountains and rocks, fight fierce beasts in every possible way, and are very sensitive to the crisis between life and death.

There was a slight sound outside the door, and Sheng Wei jumped off the stone bench cautiously with a jolt, hung the bloody longbow back to the distance, then tore off the page full of names from the booklet, and threw it into the In the brazier.

"Mother!"

Seeing the face that was so familiar, Sheng Qi controlled his strength, and threw himself into the arms of the visitor full of joy.

It's no wonder that she was so excited, little Zhu Shanbu gave people surprises one after another, it was just that Yan and her sister Ai Luoluo had the same face, and it could be explained as a bad taste.

As a seasoned game enthusiast and an investor in a virtual space-time development company, Ai Luoluo couldn't have imagined a little surprise.

Well, surprises can also turn into shocks.

Yan is the mother of Yan and Jing, not only has the same face as her mother, but also has the same body shape and voice, and her name is also very similar.

If she can still go home, the first thing she will do after returning home is to file a complaint with the developer, stealing data without the consent of her relatives, it is extremely shameless!
Having said that, I couldn't help it after all—it was the same warm and friendly atmosphere as in memory.

Now she completely doesn't understand what the existence of the Heavenly Firmament Realm is like, so let herself be greedy for a moment of sweet dreams...

Sheng Yu's eyes were slightly red, and his small face was covered with smoked palms, "Mother, I miss you so much."

Perhaps the sentimental emotion was too straightforward, Yan was obviously stunned for a moment, and immediately put down the stone bowl in his hand, his eyes swept over the young son's shoulders and neck covered with bruises.

She still didn't dare to reach out to touch it.

"Jing, come and take your medicine."

The stone bowl was filled with pitch-black, scorched medicinal soup, among which the scents of ecstasy leaves and magic glass grass were too obvious, and there were some spiritual plants that Sheng Qi couldn't recognize.

She let go of Cigarette's hand, picked up the bowl, swallowed without hesitation, wiped the corner of her mouth after swallowing, and glanced casually at the sun rising outside the window from the corner of her eye.

"It's time, my lord, it's time for me to find my brother."

Seeing that "Jing" finished eating the medicinal soup in the bowl honestly, with a smile on his face, he didn't stop him.

"Go, take that bow." She paused, and then said, "Don't go to the edge of the cliff, come back earlier."

After leaving the stone castle and confirming that he was out of Yan's sight, Sheng Yu punched himself in the stomach without hesitation.

"I bother."

I can't spit out the stuff I've eaten.

In just a short while, the medicinal soup had already begun to exert its effect, and she didn't feel much pain when she punched it.

There are many spiritual plants and elixirs that can numb the senses, and some of them do have good pain-relieving effects, but Bian Zheng has always been cautious in this matter and never allowed her to use them too much.

The loss of pain sensation is essentially a terrible thing, which means that the perception of the passing of life will also become equally dull.

Sheng Fu did the math, she had been in the dream for half a month, most people couldn't believe the changes that "Jing" had made these days, but Yan was like a normal person and didn't ask.

She is only extremely persistent about three bowls of medicinal soup every day, and she will not waver even when "Jing" cries, rolls and acts like a baby.

This is very interesting.

Should it be said that Yan is overconfident in her medical skills, or does she have ulterior motives?
　I really want to eat spicy crayfish o(╥﹏╥)o
　　
　
(End of this chapter)