Rebirth kicked the scumbag to farming

Chapter 246 Drawing the Sword (2)
Walking through a small path and around a few intersections, there were faint voices.The cotton bag called out happily, "It's Mom and Dad." Then, he ran away.

The crowd followed him and came to a blue water pool, cotton cloth was lying by the water, and Sangga bandaged his wound.

"Gentle injury, can you do anything?" Xie Ningfeng suppressed his temper, looking forward to Sangga with a little bit of hope in his eyes.

Sangga has a little knowledge of medicine, she covered her mouth in surprise, but her voice came out from between her fingers, "Cold Blade..."

"Is there anything different about this knife?" Xie Ningfeng asked with doubts in his eyes, "Your face has changed."

"The cold blade is made of millennium-old cold iron, and it is the token of the patriarchs of the past." Sang Ga paused, his face solemn, and the soft lines were tight, "Once it touches flesh and blood, it will slowly freeze the flesh and blood, and then it will be unconscious die."

The blood on Wen Rou's back had stopped flowing for a long time, but it looked very abnormal. The blood stains around the wound were frozen, like plum blossoms blooming in the cold winter.

Xie Ningfeng touched it in disbelief, and fell to the ground in despair, his despair trapped him firmly like a big cocoon.

"Gentleness is dying, gentleness is dying." Xie Ningfeng repeated dully, "Gentleness is dying."

No, he must have made a mistake.He smiled self-deceivingly, and suddenly grabbed Sangga's throat with one hand, his voice was hoarse, like a mad scientist who couldn't prove it, "You are lying, gentleness will not leave me, no."

"Let go, let go quickly." The cotton bag held up a pair of fists, like knocking on cotton, without pain at all.

Xie Ningfeng turned his head and stared at him fiercely, the cotton bag cried out in fright, Xiaomao and the fox saw this and hurriedly pulled Xie Ningfeng away.

"There is no unparalleled road, and gentleness is sure to save." The fox was half comforted, but half convinced, having seen so many storms, how could gentleness be folded in a small ditch.

Xie Ningfeng let go of Sangga obediently, Sangga coughed violently, while the cotton bag comforted her mother's back, she secretly looked at Gentleman.

"I have a solution." Mianbao finally summoned up the courage to say it, but Sangga's loud reprimand still couldn't stop his determination.

Xie Ningfeng's eyes lit up, as bright as the stars in the sky, "Do you really have a plan for the cotton bag?"

"Yeah." Mianbao smiled calmly, his white teeth made people feel happy for no reason, "use snow ghost fat, fight poison with fire."

Snow ghost fat skin cools blood and heats up, but the blood is highly poisonous.This is a gamble, the gamble is Wenrou's life, it depends on whether Xie Ningfeng dares or not.

"How sure are you?" Xie Ningfeng's deep eyes flashed, "Has anyone used this method before?"

"No one has used it in the past hundred years." Sangga said in a low tone, "Mian Bao will understand this method because of inheritance." Inherited from the previous generation of soul boys.

"I'll try." Xie Ningfeng took a deep breath and said cautiously.He looked at the cotton bag and said in a pleading tone, "It's all up to you."

The cotton bag took off the green whistle around its neck, but it made a "buzzing" sound when it blew.

Ripples in the pool spread round and round, and something jumped out of the pool and landed on the cotton bag's hand.

The cotton bag stretched out his hand and stroked Xue Guipang, blood flowed out slowly, Xie Ningfeng pinched the tender mouth, and the blood flowed into the tender mouth.

"Is one enough?" Xie Ningfeng looked nervously at the cotton bag, "Would you like another one?"

"Let's see the effect first." The cotton bag walked towards Wen Chen, "Give him to me, and I can save him."

Wen Chen hurriedly put Wen Tao down, smiled gratefully, and looked sad again. If Wen Tao didn't wake up, he couldn't let go.

The cotton bag cut a wound on the palm of his hand with his nails, and the fragrant blood smelled sweet, Xie Ningfeng thought of red wine.

After Xue Guipang came out of Wen Tao's body, the cotton bag picked it up and threw it into the pool.

Wen Rou's body gradually changed, it was scorching hot, Xie Ningfeng.

Keeping his hands spread out, he felt that everything was ruined and he couldn't get his hands on anything. This feeling of powerlessness was like a huge shackle around his neck, and he couldn't breathe.

"Cotton bag, is she really okay like this?" Her whole body was hot, but her forehead was cold.

"No, it's normal." At this moment, the cotton bag is calm like a child, with immature face and mature eyes, as if there is an adult's soul in the child's body.

Fox and Xiaomao went to find something to eat, and brought a child with them when they came back.The child jumped on the cotton bag happily, and the cotton bag shouted in astonishment, "Zhuo Feng."

"The child was wandering around under the mountain wall, so I brought him back." Xiaomao explained, afraid that they would suspect the child's intentions, so he hurriedly told the story of the child helping him.

Xie Ningfeng glanced at him indifferently, and didn't care about it.Mian Bao touched Zhuo Feng's head with a tangled expression, Zhuo Feng took out a piece of candy from the bag and peeled it for Mian Bao to eat.

There is sugar in the mouth of the cotton bag, and even the saliva is sweet. "Why did you run here?"

"I'm out to play." Zhuo Feng smiled innocently, he straightened up, and distributed the candy in his pocket to everyone.

Looking at the sugar in their hands, they seemed to taste the sweetness, and their bodies gained strength.

At night, a beam of clear and soft moonlight falls on the Bitan, and the snow ghost rolls and rolls, causing ripples and sparkling.

Wenrou woke up from the heat, raised her heavy eyelids, and hadn't opened them for a long time, her eyes were a little blurry.

"Gentle, are you awake?" Xie Ningfeng held her hand, the heat spread along the skin, Xie Ningfeng's mind became confused because of the good news.

"Ning Feng." Wenrou shouted uncertainly, she was still alive, she thought she was dead. "Are you OK?"

"I'm fine." Xie Ningfeng blinked violently, forcing tears into her eyes. "It's you, you still have something to do."

The knife hasn't been pulled out yet, and that's the biggest problem.

"It's good for people to wake up, and then we'll pull the knife." Mianbao pursed his lips, looking very serious, making it difficult for Wenrou to adapt to it for a while.

"Can't you wait until she's better before calling again?" Xie Ningfeng looked puzzled and pleaded, "She's not fully recovered yet."

"No." The cotton bag refused, but did not give a reason, "We must hurry up."

Sangga raised her eyes to look at the cotton bag, with indescribable strangeness in her eyes, she panicked, "Spirit boy, where is the cotton bag?"

"He's fine." The cotton bag looked at her sympathetically, "Just take care of the cotton cloth."

Sang Ga looked down, Xie Ningfeng and Wen Rou were a little puzzled, the cotton bag was not a cotton bag, but a soul boy.

"I'm just borrowing his body temporarily." The cotton bag didn't say much, picked up a snow ghost fat, and put it on the tender wound.

Smelling the blood of the same kind, Xue Guipang was very excited and burrowed into the wound.This was another bone-piercing pain, tenderly biting his lips, Xie Ningfeng was afraid that she would hurt him, so he hurriedly stretched out his arm.Shaking his head gently, Xie Ningfeng was helpless.

(End of this chapter)