I just covet their strength

Chapter 177 You are making rash judgments because you don’t understand Miwana!
When Yulda came to Westhead's bed, the latter had actually woken up a long time ago and was staring at his sister.

But he couldn't get up.

Because the wolf-eared girl was clinging to him, her slender white arms wrapped around Westhead's neck, her purple-black hair casually spread out, her handsome face pressed against the man's chest, and the soft and dense white fur on the inside of her erected ears would scratch Westhead's cheek from time to time as the entire ear twitched.

The slightly opened mouth revealed sharp canine teeth, which could draw blood just by touching Westhead's skin, and the blood would naturally flow into the mouth of the beast-eared girl, which showed how sharp they were.

Westhead tried to move Myvana's hand away, but found that the latter was locking him like an iron clamp, so he gave up the idea and waited quietly for the wolf-eared girl to wake up naturally.

It was best not to wrestle with Myvana while she was unconscious, a valuable lesson Westhead had learned at the cost of his blood.

Westhead could only put a finger in front of his lips, indicating that he should wait for a while.

Mivana's daily routine was relatively regular, or perhaps it was the scent of Yurda in the room, the wolf-eared girl woke up quickly.

"Um Mr. Weiss."

After mumbling something in a daze, Myvana stretched out on the bed and stretched her body.

Westhead: "Did you rest well?"

Mivana nodded. "I feel refreshed. I think I'll be full of energy in a week or two."

Then she looked at Yulda and realized that they had to talk about business next, so she stopped being affectionate and crawled into the quilt for a while. When she came out again, she put on her shorts completely.

"I'll come to see the teacher next time."

No, could you please not speak in that tone? Someone who doesn’t know would think I was hired as a prostitute.

Westhead was hesitant to speak and could only watch Miss Knight put on her windbreaker and walk away gracefully, shaking off the wolf's tail.

As soon as Mivana left, Yurda immediately stepped forward, pulled Westhead up, and said with her arms crossed:
"Brother, I have been working day and night to fulfill your unrealistic request, but you don't care much about the territory."

The younger sister bluntly remonstrated with Westhead:
"You only know how to hang out with that knight errant? Even if you want to win over a powerful force, you shouldn't go to such lengths. What did I say at the beginning? As soon as you saw Miss Myvana, you really thought with your lower body."

"Do you think I'm enjoying myself?!"

Westhead was unhappy: "How do you know my suffering? You make rash judgments because you don't understand Myvana!"

To be honest, the communication with Miwana is really a sweaty and laborious task.

If the training with Reshia was a hearty battle, then the training with Myvana was like a challenge to Westhead. He only dared to hold up the small round shield to steal damage, carefully observing the movements, not daring to be greedy with a knife, for fear of triggering the counterattack mechanism and being killed.

Lord Qinghui could even confidently say that his communication with Resia and Mivana was not mixed with much desire, but was a confrontation between two worthy opponents.

Fighting is fun!

Yuerda squinted her eyes and looked at the master carefully before saying:
"Forget it, it seems that my brother does have his own difficulties. No matter what, the task you assigned to me is basically a success. Really, I don't know how you knew, but I do have some talent in human alchemy."

"Oh, what's the specific progress? I'm not really in a hurry."

Yulda said nothing, but rolled up her sleeves, exposing her wrists and forearms. The white-blonde girl's skin was white and smooth, with well-proportioned bones and flesh, without a single flaw, which Westhead had already tasted enough.

However, at this moment, the light blue blood vessels that were originally visible on Yulda's forearm were replaced by a clear fluorescence, as if what was flowing in the blood vessels was no longer blood, but moonlight.

"I used my brother's bones and blood to complete the implantation ceremony. This is an advanced technique in human alchemy, but it succeeded in one try. It was incredibly smooth. However, this should be because we are closely related by blood."

Westhead believed in his sister's talent, but he never expected that it would produce results so quickly.

He couldn't help but ask, "It's only been a few days, and you've already completed the advanced skills. How did you do it?"

"It's the Lightforged Army. I referenced the Lightforged Army."

Yulda replied, "When my brother first told me about this, I thought of the forging techniques of the Lightforge. Although I am not a Lightforge technician, since they are all strengthened through transformation, they must be similar, so I roughly imitated them."

"That's right, Yurda. You have completely grasped the essence of the empire. We must pay tribute to you."

Westhead couldn't wait to ask: "So what's the effect? ​​How is it?"

Yuerda said seriously: "Reinforcement parts made of special biological materials are also a common way of strengthening. Many auxiliary professions in the Imperial Holy Tree system can do it, but the effect achieved is nothing more than enhancing basic qualities or engraving a few special techniques. But after implanting the bone blood, the ability I gained is..."

The white-blonde girl stretched out her hand, and in the palm of her tender white hand, a ball of clear and bright light gradually emerged. This tangible light stretched out at will and turned into a bright light gun.

"Ninghui?"

Westhead knew what it was at a glance. It was the Qinghui family's unique innate power.

He actually knows how to do it, but since he got the T0 talent, he has never used this ability that seems comprehensive but is actually useless.

It's just that the condensed light in front of me seems to be a little bit wrong. Yuerda's clear light should be brighter. This weak condensed light is as if it has not been exercised for a long time.

"It's Ninghui, but not my Ninghui."

Yulda's face was solemn. She drew out the knife and cut her wrist. Before much bright red blood had dripped, the wound had healed as before.

She did not use any healing techniques, but recovered purely based on her own physical condition, which was beyond the ability of the Qinghui bloodline.

Westhead understood now.

After careful perception, he found that some kind of connection seemed to have been established between himself and Yulda, and he could interfere with this ball of clear light at any time.

So Westhead stretched out his finger and lightly tapped the lightning spear in Yulda's palm, and the latter immediately transformed into a gathering of thunder. The converged arc of lightning emitted an extreme destructive aura like dragon thunder.

"Can you obtain abilities and characteristics similar to mine from my bones and blood?"

Yurda nodded: "Yes, although it is completely incomparable to my brother's ability and is only a poor and weak imitation, it can indeed imitate my brother's power."

So this is what the “bloodline” in [Qinghui Xianshi] means?

(End of this chapter)