A leisurely life in ancient times

Chapter 1292 Father is Strong, Don't Worry
"Could it be that there is some blood in Heibei's body?" Jiang Qing asked curiously.

Ao Qing shook her head slightly, and said: "No, that black water crocodile doesn't have a strong bloodline, but the source of luck and blessings is much better than others. Sometimes the most important thing for a practitioner is not the natural blood, but the source of blessings and luck. These It cannot be forced, it cannot be plundered."

Those who are blessed by heaven, no matter how poor their aptitude is, will have a chance to step into that threshold.

Jiang Qing and the others frowned, half-understood, and stared at Ao Qing with apprehension.

Ao Qing pouted, ate the hard candy Jiang Qing gave him, and from time to time said a few words to Langshou, completely ignoring the gazes of Jiang Qing, Leiding and the others, even if they said some things, they would not understand.Ao Qing is lazy, so naturally she won't waste excess saliva doing useless work.

Lang Mo walked into the vitality pool step by step following the method taught by Ao Qing.

This vitality pool is not far from the place where the thorn flower grows, so it naturally has some special abilities.Lang Mo has not yet stepped into the threshold of practice, but the monster's mentality of running the monster's power soon began to gallop in Lang Mo's veins.In addition, the puppet beast poison that was suppressed on the left leg was pulled out bit by bit. Although the speed was slow, Lang Mo vaguely noticed something strange.

The place where the tendons and veins were congested slowly began to evacuate as Lang Mo pushed forward little by little.

Jiang Qing and the others sat quietly, watching Lang Mo walk into the vitality pool naked from a distance, and the veins on his forehead would twitch with anger.The strips lay across Lang Mo's cheeks, and even the necks fell into Jiang Qing's eyes one by one.Although he was anxious, he kept in mind what Jing Qing said, no one dared to cross the thunder pool, and he might disturb Lang Mo.

"Ao Qing, how is Lang Mo?" Jiang Qing worried.

Ao Qing raised her eyes, looked at Lang Mo's appearance at the moment, and said indifferently: "No problem! Lang Mo's age has passed the threshold of cultivation, and the pain of forcibly washing the marrow and cutting tendons is just the beginning. When he really swallows the stabbing When flowering, the pain will be hundreds of times and thousands of times more severe than this, you'd better not be surprised, practice is to go against the sky, this bit of suffering is nothing."

Hearing Aoqing Gujing's voice without waves, Jiang Qing held her heart tightly together, and said anxiously: "Then, Langshou has to experience such pain in his practice?" Langshou's mind is precocious, but at that age, now Not even a year old.He looks like a little adult, but his actual age is just a milk baby. Although Jiang Qing thinks that the child should be self-reliant, it depends on the situation, doesn't it?

"Him?" Ao Qing raised her head and said disdainfully: "Jiang Qing, what are you thinking? Even if Lang Mo has a thin bloodline of Xiaoyue Sirius in his body, how can he be comparable to the Dragon Clan? What flows is the blood of the golden dragon, not a cat or a dog... Even if he doesn't practice cultivation, he will surpass Langmo when he becomes an adult. Besides, I have used the secret method of the dragon clan to instill the inheritance memory, so even if he doesn't eat or drink now, he won't necessarily starve to death... ..."

Hearing this, Jiang Qing and the three suddenly turned pale with shock.

Looking at Langshou sitting on the ground and eating candy in amazement, the gap between people is really desperate sometimes!
"The [-]-year Ciling flower should be within the maximum range of Langmo's tolerance..." At this moment, Jing Qing's slightly distressed voice suddenly sounded from the depths, but he saw a fist-sized luan bird with a phoenix in its beak. A bright red flower like a blood thorn flew over.The thorn flower is not big, about the size of an adult's palm, the whole body is blood red, and has no leaves.

"You and I don't know how to make alchemy, just let Lang Mo swallow the Ciling Flower directly!" Ao Qing waved his hand, and let Jing Qing fly to Langmo with the Ciling Flower in his mouth.This thorn flower is the main medicine of the fifth-grade blood spirit pill. The blood spirit pill can not only activate the blood of monsters, but also has the same effect on humans.Therefore, although this blood spirit pill is only a fifth-rank pill, its real value is comparable to that of a sixth-rank, or even a seventh-rank...

After listening, Jiang Qing and the others felt short of breath.

Lang Mo opened his eyes, and took the thorn flower thrown by Jing Qing. It was hot, extremely hot.

Holding the Ciling Flower like this, Lang Mo felt as if his entire palm was about to be burned.While breathing, the blood vessels in the limbs and bones couldn't help but boil and roar, it felt like being in a huge furnace, and every part of the body was no longer being roasted.

"Hmm!" Lang Mo was caught off guard, he hummed unconsciously at the corner of his mouth, and opened his mouth to bite off the Ci Linghua.I thought it would have a floral fragrance or a bitter taste, but when the thorn flower entered the mouth, it would turn into a stream of heat, flowing down the throat and rushing to the internal organs.Lang Mo convulsed, and his whole body suddenly sank into the pool of vitality. The Ci Linghua turned into heat and rushed to the tendons all over his body.

In the pool of vitality, pools of blood and water rippled unknowingly.

Because of the isolation of the pool, Jiang Qing and the others could not know the specific situation of Lang Mo.However, when their eyes touched the bloody water on the surface of the water, the three sank unconsciously.

"Hoo hoo!" The sound of breathing became thicker and muffled like thunder.

At this moment, Lang Mo was in so much pain that he lost consciousness, his limbs and bones were numb as if they had been crushed by countless mammoths, and finally he didn't even have the strength to move his eyes.The body's tendons were torn, and they were repaired little by little with the warmth of the vitality pool.Lang Mo kept in mind what Ao Qing had said about how to use the demonic power to move his mind, and he gritted his teeth and pushed forward little by little.

Pain, endless pain.

Lang Mo endured all this numbly, and sometimes he thought it might be better to just die like this.

However, the smiling faces of Jiang Qing and the children soon appeared in her mind.Lang Mo gritted his teeth again and endured silently. The promise he owed to Jiang Qing has not yet been fulfilled, his child has not yet grown up, and the Zhufeng tribe has not really escaped the danger... He can't just be so vague die.

The left leg was in the most miserable position because of the injury.The medicinal effect of Cilinghua is overbearing and has no other medicinal properties to neutralize it. When encountering the puppet beast poison, it is absolutely king.Fighting each other, the one who suffers the most is of course Lang Mo who is the owner of this body.

"what……"

Rao is Lang Mo's firm heart, and he still can't help crying out in pain under this kind of pain.

Because he couldn't open his mouth in the vitality pool, the muffled cry of pain exploded continuously in Lang Mo's throat.With nowhere to focus, Lang Mo was ups and downs in the vitality pool, and before he knew it, the entire vitality pool was dyed bloody.

"I heard him screaming for pain—" Jiang Qing's eyes were red, she clenched her hands tightly, and fixed her eyes on the location of the vitality pool.The sad tone made people feel pain, it was obviously an ordinary sentence, but it made people feel boundless sadness.

"Mom, don't worry!" Langshou raised his hand, rested Jiang Qing's head on it with his immature shoulders, and said calmly, "Father is very strong, no one can easily defeat him, we have to trust him." Langshou rarely He will take the initiative to call Lang Mo his father. The word father is too heavy. Unless necessary, Lang Shou generally likes to call Lang Mo Dad, which is more intimate.

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