Chapter 18: Awakening the Ice Spirit

"Uh? I'll have to ask him what if I want to boo at night. How can this old man say that he will disappear when he disappears" scratched his head helplessly, "Forget it, anyway, I basically don't have the habit of booing at night", and went to clean up his room.

"Little ghost, you're out for dinner," Zhang Song shouted.

"It's coming"

Ma Xiaoyong heard Zhang Song's shout and walked out of the house. "Grandpa Zhang, don't you look good at this craft, you don't smell any fragrance."

Zhang Song rolled his eyes, "Then do you want to eat it?" If you don't eat it, I'll throw it away", Zhang Song was about to throw it away.

"Eat, eat, eat..."Ma Xiaoyong hurriedly snatched the food, "Why are you old man wasting food so much? Ma Xiaoyong said with some dissatisfaction: "Even if this rabbit is roasted to a mess by you, it can still be eaten."

The corners of Zhang Song's mouth twitched again, "This little ghost usually talks very little, why does he feel so much in his mouth now?" Zhang Song swore that he would never want to talk to this little ghost again. It's too much..."egg pain".

"Go to bed early after eating, and you'll have to suffer tomorrow." Zhang Songxin said testimoniously.

Hearing Zhang Song's words, Ma Xiaoyong, who was eating with a mouth full of oil, suddenly shuddered. "Well, this fat, oily hare meat is suddenly not fragrant."

Seeing Ma Xiaoyong's appearance, Zhang Song's heart suddenly became better. Laughing and walking towards the house.

Although because of Zhang Song's words just now, he felt a little tasteless when he looked at the hare meat in his hand at this moment, but he still ate it cleanly. Even the bones are no exception, they are all clean.

He ran to the waterhole to wash off the grease in his hands, and then went back to his room to rest.

Lying on the bed, with your arms behind your head, "thoughts flying". It seems that this has become a habit for him.

After a long time..."Alas" sighed deeply, curled up in a ball, and slowly closed his eyes...

There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning, in the bamboo forest...

"Hold on, for the sake of my mother, for my brother, hold on..."Ma Xiaoyong, who was bleeding and his facial features were distorted, roared in his heart.

Zhang Song, who is deep in the bamboo forest, is also on guard... At this time, Zhang Song can be regarded as a smart learner, completely closing the seven senses, leaving only his eyes to stare at Ma Xiaoyong's expression, and the overwhelming spiritual power completely envelops Ma Xiaoyong.

"No, no, father, I'm sorry. Yong'er failed to do what she promised you. My dear mother, dear brother, goodbye, may we see each other again in the next life. Ma Xiaoyong said his final goodbye to his family in his heart, his eyelids trembled, and he was about to close it slowly.

And this situation was also seen by Zhang Song in the depths of the bamboo forest, his heart suddenly burst, and his body took off.

However, just at the moment of the golden moment. Ma Xiaoyong's body began to be covered with a thin layer of ice crystals, and as soon as the ice crystals appeared, Ma Xiaoyong felt a tingling pain in his soul, and his originally sleepy mind began to become a lot more sober.

Zhang Song, whose feet had just left the ground, suddenly stopped in place. Obviously, he also saw the abnormal changes that appeared on Ma Xiaoyong at this moment.

"Hahahaha... The ice spirit body began to awaken, hahahaha......" Zhang Song, who had closed the Seven Senses, laughed silently. In an instant, it disappeared in place.

At this time, Ma Xiaoyong gradually became sober, "Uh??Why can't my body move?" Looking down, he found that he was covered with a thin layer of ice crystals below his neck, and he turned into an ice sculpture together......

"What's going on? Could it be that the old man is doing it? It should be, in fact, the old man is not bad, but he has a strange temper," Ma Xiaoyong thought secretly. Therefore, children's thoughts are always so simple, and Ma Xiaoyong at this moment is the best example.

After this layer of ice crystals appeared, it was not easy for the medicinal juice in the medicine barrel to penetrate into Ma Xiaoyong's body in one go. The thin ice crystals seem to be able to filter out the rage factor in the potion, and it seems to be able to neutralize the potion, and after filtering, or being neutralized, the potion, turns out to be soft and abnormal, and it becomes easier to be absorbed by Ma Xiaoyong's body, and he doesn't feel any pain, but is still warm and comfortable.

"Hmm..."Ma Xiaoyong couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan, "When can you soak in a medicinal bath be so comfortable?

Half a quarter of an hour later... The medicine barrel was already clear and transparent, and he reluctantly climbed up from the medicine barrel. After getting dressed, I turned around and walked towards the thatched hut three times in a step.

He knocked lightly on the door, then pushed it in. Ma Xiaoyong's eyes lit up and he kept staring at Zhang Song, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, and a line of shiny hara flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Although Zhang Song was indeed recovering his mental strength with his eyes closed, his outgoing spiritual perception still saw that Ma Xiaoyong was staring at his old man intently.

Zhang Songton felt a chill down his spine, and his eyelids jumped wildly. "What does this little ghost want?"

"Little ghost.. Why do you want to say quickly, don't look at my old man like this, and wipe the hara that you flowed out, look weird and disgusting", Zhang Song scolded.

"Uh, am I drooling?" subconsciously stretched out his arm and wiped it to his mouth. "Grandpa Zhang, thank you for saving me today", Ma Xiaoyong sincerely thanked him.

"Well, you go back to your room to rest first, my old man wants to be quiet", Zhang Song said without admitting or denying it.

"Is that Jingjing again? Who is this Jingjing? Grandpa Zhang is still thinking about her so much when he is old, it shouldn't be his wife who listens to this title" pondered for a while..."Well, Grandpa Zhang is also an old man with a story!"

Ma Xiaoyong, who returned to the room, was still thinking about "quiet things". "If you have the opportunity, you must see the quietness that Grandpa Zhang has been talking about." Thinking about it, Ma Xiaoyong lay on the bed, and after a while, there was a steady breathing sound.

It can be seen from this that the heart of "gossip" does not distinguish between men, women, old and young, and does not respect national borders.

"Little ghost, eat, put the food on the table," Zhang Song shouted and continued to sit with his eyes closed.

Ma Xiaoyong rubbed a pair of sleepy eyes, got up from the bed and walked to the table.

It was another hare meat that had been roasted to black, shook his head, and sighed again about Zhang Song's cooking skills. However, sighing and sighing, he picked up the hare meat on the table and ate it cleanly. After eating, he walked towards the waterhole, washed up, and returned to his room.

"I hope that old man will still be able to reach out again tomorrow to get those magical ice crystals, otherwise he will suffer again" He prayed silently, and then closed his eyes.

In the early morning of the next day, in the bamboo forest...

Ma Xiaoyong, who had taken off his clothes, stood in front of the medicine barrel, closed his eyes and prayed silently before jumping in. At first, the familiar pain was still parting in the step, but then the ice crystals also appeared. Ma Xiaoyong's hanging heart finally fell. Seeing this, Zhang Song, who was deep in the bamboo forest, also disappeared in place.

"Hmm... It's so comfortable, that's how it feels," Ma Xiaoyong said with a look of enjoyment.