Circle after circle, layer after layer, the red girl's whole person was tied up by five flowers.

All the magic weapons that can bind people are used to imprison her.

The Blue Spirit Prince Baqi moved his somewhat numb body, his eyes were not angry but happy, and he thought to himself, this newly recognized eldest brother is really not a simple person. Hey...... I accidentally picked up a treasure!

He didn't say anything, but he was a little distressed about his precious parallel goods and folded a few legs.

He spent a lot of money to raise him so strong, but he was crippled after just one face, and without ten or eight years of hard work, he couldn't cultivate at all.

Thinking of this, he was angry, staring at Leng Xi viciously, intending to vent all his unwillingness on him.

At that time, Leng Xi was still watching the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, and he was there to provoke, "Tell you, it's useless to tie her up, and you must kill her in order to never suffer in the future." Hurry up, kill her, such a woman must not be kept! It will be a disaster to stay!Oh ho ho ho ho ~~~"

He laughed wildly there, and kicked it at every lift of his foot, only to see a big good tooth, just like that, bloody and gone.

For this person's crookedness, either of them has been endured for a long time, and if you can't bear it, you don't need to endure it anymore.

After being cleaned up, the world was instantly cleared. Ren casually prayed to the prince: "Brother, don't worry, I remember that I have a kind of book of rebirth with broken limbs, wait for me to study it." ”

After speaking, he took out a classic book and flipped through it on the spot. Naturally, this book is not his, he can't read at all, and his literacy is barely able to understand.

The book was found in the sleeping coffin of the Blue Spirit.

At that time, when this coffin was found in the ruins of the God King, it was still empty, and only a ball of spirit pills after the fall of the God King was inside.

After receiving the coffin into the Treasure World, the seriously injured Lan Ling took advantage of it to sleep for a while.

As the days went by, Lan Ling's injuries were suppressed, and the spirit pill was also consumed a lot, revealing a relatively small ball inside.

Lan Ling played with it for a long time, and it felt like an ordinary thing, and it was useless at all, so he threw it to Ren Ji as a toy.

Throw it out, go and pick it up, throw it out again, pick it up again, this kind of activity, the two people have a lot of fun, and Ren Ji's reaction, agility, speed, strength and other skills have also grown rapidly in this process.

But no matter how fun things are, there are times when they are tired, and within a few days, this ball is forgotten on the ground. At that time, as soon as he appeared in the world of tips, he was unaware that there was such a thing on the ground, and he was thrown to the ground and fell in embarrassment.

He picked up the ball in a huff and raised his hand to throw it away. I don't know what's going on, a thought reminds him to open the ball and take a good look.

I don't know how he did it, but the ghost twisted it, and the ball that was originally tightly knit broke into two even halves, and a small notebook only the size of a fist fell out of it.

The small book is not thick, and what is recorded is more like something that you have seen and heard, which you don't know and haven't seen.

For example, this severed limb rebirth technique, it doesn't need any wonderful elixir, it doesn't need any advanced cultivation, and even a little monk like him who has just stepped into the threshold of cultivation is capable of doing it.

He carefully flipped through the records of the rebirth of the severed limb again, and made sure that he had memorized every step before he began to prepare.

First of all, he found a needle, don't ask him why a big man would carry such a thing, for people who are beggars, there is a habit of hoarding materials in their hearts.

In addition, along the way, they have been hoarding supplies to prepare for going to sea, and they have everything on them.

He then looked for the thread again, and after countless failed attempts, and after receiving countless rolls from Mao Xian and Sanshi, he finally clumsily put the thread on.

"Ahem...... Brother, hold your parallel goods steady, don't move, I'll link the severed limbs to it. ”

After cleaning up a severed limb with clean water, he made a half-noise gesture at the fracture of the octopus cuttlefish, and did not put down the needle for a long time.

Sanshi was impatient, urging beside him, "If you want to get something, hurry up, it's really grinding!"

"It's just a little brute, it's broken when it's broken, what's the big deal, as for such a competition?"

He muttered his frustration.

Mao seemed to touch his beard, and said thoughtfully: "His weapon is quite peculiar, it should be a unique means of raising troops from their Sea Clan." The parallel goods can be kept as pets in peacetime, and they can be turned into weapons in wartime.

Such a weapon is really rare. Most importantly, it is a growth weapon that can grow and upgrade on its own.

I look at the prince, his demeanor is more humane, and he already has a trace of spiritual sense, maybe it won't be long before he can grow into a spiritual pet. ”

Speaking of this, Mao couldn't help but show a look of envy in his eyes. Not to mention that it is a very awkward-looking parallel import, even if it is ugly and ugly, as long as he can have one, it is unwanted!

The crown prince pursed the corners of his mouth disdainfully, "What kind of spirit pet?

"Uh~~~ Eight forks? is the name of this parallel import?" exclaimed.

The crown prince smiled proudly, "Hehe...... How's that going? It's nice and nice, isn't it?"

"Huh...... It's good. Ren complained in his heart: "What's called, it's better than calling Baga." ”

Speaking of this Yaga, he still misses it. At that time, he was still the eldest young master in the Ren Mansion, and he had an independent backyard with an old locust tree planted in the yard.

Whenever in March, when the acacia flowers are in full bloom, there is always a small black bird flying and calling on the tree.

In the beginning, he would make noise and let the servants pick it up. Later, I was used to listening to it, but I didn't care about it, let it scurry around the branches, and even built a bird's nest on it.

One year, it rained heavily for three days, and the violent wind blew the big raindrops and knocked the bird's nest to the ground.

There were three chicks waiting to be fed, because they had been mercilessly watered by the rain, and by the time he found them at dawn, they had frozen to death.

At that time, Baga had been guarding the bird's nest, crying incessantly, crying blood, and his wet body was still trembling.

He couldn't bear it, and planned to grab it and take it into his study to warm it up.

Yaga didn't resist, let it be arranged, just didn't eat or drink, and the mournful cry never stopped.

Day after day, until the fifth day, the thin one finally couldn't hold on and fell, and when it was dying, it groaned softly and melodiously at any one, as if to say goodbye, but it did not make any more baba sounds.

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