Small town adventure

Chapter 277
When the old man saw Heizi coming over with a snot, his eyes were straightened, and he joked: "I can't give you all of this, with your physique, I guess this is not enough for you to eat. When we finish eating later, the bones will be fine." I can give it to you."

Heizi didn't listen to the old man at all, he stuck out his tongue and kept licking his mouth back and forth, so hungry that he couldn't die.

Shui'er saw that it was really pitiful, and begged the old man to give it some first, so that he could eat less. The old man laughed twice, and gave it the rabbit's head and the pheasant's head, and Heizi took the chicken head first. Swallowed it into his stomach, then chewed the rabbit's head a few times and swallowed it, still looking unsatisfied, still staring straight at the remaining meat in the old man's hand.

The old man was so frightened that he quickly collected the meat, as if he was afraid that Heizi would come and snatch it, and said, "I can't give this to you. We haven't eaten yet. I'll get you some more food when we get home."

After speaking, he simply tore apart a few pieces of the meat, and sent the biggest piece of rabbit leg to Daoist Qingyang, and said, "Master Daoist, let's eat something first, it's getting late, I'm afraid your stomach is also sick." hungry."

Daoist Qingyang slowly opened his eyes, and seemed to be in better spirits. He smiled at the old man, and without delay, he took the meat he handed over and started to eat it.

After several people were full, Heizi also swept away the leftover bones of several people. At this time, it was already noon, and Daoist Qingyang looked up at the sky again, and said to himself: "The time is about the same." It's time to wake up."

As he spoke, he stood up and walked to Zhang Yihan's side in a few steps. His steps were much more steady. It seemed that his body recovered quickly within these few hours, but his face was still pale.

At this moment, Zhang Yihan was breathing very evenly, and the black air on her body had almost dissipated, even her legs showed a little black, which was not too obvious.

Daoist Qingyang pinched several fingers in a row, a white light flashed from the index finger, and lightly touched the center of Zhang Yihan's eyebrows, and he moved his finger away after the white light gradually disappeared.

After waiting for about 5 minutes, Zhang Yihan coughed a few times before slowly opening his eyes. He glanced at the people around him and saw that Shui'er was holding a delicate bottle in his hand. Playing in his hand, he was looking at him with a smile, and then glanced at Daoist Qingyang and the old man one by one, his eyes were a little moist.

(End of this chapter)