"Spicy strips. ”

Two words came out of Ouyang Ruyi's mouth, and the atmosphere in the entire cave became subtle.

Even the one who was lit, kneeling not far away, and the disciple of the Yuxian Sect, seemed to look at him strangely.

Mo Li blinked his beautiful eyes, saw the trademark on the bag, with the word Weilong written on it, and whispered: "It's still a famous brand." ”

The hanged ghost Liang Daomai licked his lips, although he was dead now, as soon as he saw the spicy strips, an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart, which can be called feelings.

Ouyang Ruyi opened the bag, took one out, and cautiously handed it to Mo Li.

Mo Li stretched out his little hand, carefully caught it, and then glanced at Meng Fan, Meng Fan endured the pain brought to him by the corpse poison, and said solemnly: "Hey!"

Mo Li nodded, opened Shen Ling's small mouth with his fingers, and stuffed the spicy strips into it for a few points.

After the spicy strip was entered, Sam Ling's eyes were tightly closed, his mouth squirmed a few times, and then he suddenly stopped, and then continued to squirm and pause......

After tasting and reminiscing like this, when a spicy strip was about to be eaten, the little face of the ginseng spirit powder had already become red, and he suddenly opened his eyes, opened his small mouth, took a breath, looked at Meng Fan, and stuck out his tongue: "Second master, what did I eat just now, it's too enjoyable!"

When Mo Li and the others saw that Ginseng Ling had woken up, they were overjoyed, and hurriedly said in unison: "Spicy strips." ”

Shen Ling held the bag of spicy strips in his arms, and ate another one with great satisfaction, only to realize that Meng Fan was wrong, and hurriedly asked: "Second master, what's wrong with you? I think you're dying!"

"Well, I'm dying. Meng Fan pursed his lips and looked at the corners of Shen Ling's mouth sticking to the red oil, "I'm about to say goodbye to you, so I woke you up, and the responsibility of guarding Pig's Trotter Mountain will be handed over to you in the future." ”

"You can't just die like this!" Shen Ling licked his lips, "Ah Fu, you haven't introduced it to me yet! I mean the real Ah Fu in reality!" Shen Ling thought for a while, and said solemnly: "That's it, or I'll pull out another root for you, and you'll be fine if you eat it!"

As he spoke, he was about to pull out the sparse head on the top of his head, but Meng Fan saw this and quickly grabbed his little hand, and said embarrassedly: "I said that you are naughty, your roots only grow one in a hundred years! ”

Shen Ling pondered for a moment and nodded: "Then let's try the blood first!

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and gestured: "Is there a bowl?"

Meng Fan was so moved by the ginseng that he was about to cry, and hurriedly persuaded: "What do you want such a big bowl for, just a drop of blood!"

Sam Ling was a little worried: "You are such a big person, how can a drop of blood be enough!"

Meng Fan endured the pain and comforted him for a long time, but Shen Ling was half-convinced and promised to give Meng Fan a drop of blood to try first.

"Little girl, bring me your big blade and use it for me. Sam Ling glanced at Mo Li.

Mo Li glared, speechlessly handed the Huoli sword to Shen Ling, Shen Ling looked at the sharp blade of the sword, his eyes showed a trace of timidity, and then glanced at Meng Fan, who was about to die, his eyes were immediately full of pride, and he suddenly put a spicy strip in his mouth, as if he was bold, chewed a few bites, and then his small hand slashed on the Huoli sword, and a shallow wound was drawn, and blood seeped out.

A pleasant fragrance instantly diffused into the cave.

Everyone present felt a shock to their spirits, as if they had drunk countless cups of refreshing coffee!

The hanged ghost Liang Daomai looked at the blood on the stomach of Shen Ling's fingers, and licked his lips greedily, he felt that if he drank that drop of blood, he would not have to absorb the essence and yang qi of heaven and earth for at least decades.

"Second master, open your mouth!" Shen Ling held spicy strips at the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his little hand to Meng Fan with great momentum.

"Thank you!" The spiritual blood voluntarily donated by the thousand-year-old ginseng spirit is extremely precious, but it can't be wasted, Meng Fan hurriedly opened his mouth and approached the little hand of the ginseng spirit, but he didn't expect that in the next second, the ginseng spirit squeezed the wound hard, and a stream of blood shot out and drilled into his mouth!

Not a drop, but a strand!

Everyone present was dumbfounded, and they couldn't imagine that this gadget was quite bold!

Bloodletting is like not asking for money!

Seeing that Shen Ling was still squeezing hard, Meng Fan hurriedly motioned for Shen Ling to stop, then closed his mouth, took a sip, and swallowed the spiritual blood!

"Okay, you guys can play outside for a while, just help me protect the Dharma, I'm going to close it for a short time now. Meng Fan said with a solemn face, then sat down cross-legged and immediately entered a state of steady.

Mo Li saw that Meng Fan's face was obviously better, and he was also relieved, so he took Ouyang Ruyi, Liang Daomai, and Xiao Shenling to stand not far away, helping Meng Fan protect the Dharma, but the corpse demon did not leave Meng Fan's side, and squatted beside Meng Fan in a very indecent posture, extremely loyal to him.

Mo Li sighed when he saw this, the corpse demon's posture was gone, and it was strange that Meng Fan could retreat with peace of mind, so he walked over, dragged the corpse demon's ears and pulled her over, and nu his lips: "Can you speak?"

Shen Ling is a spiritual creature of heaven and earth, and he has already noticed the difference between corpses and demons, and said with great interest: "Learn to talk with me, come, Wang!"

The corpse demon blinked his water spirit eyes that charmed everyone, and his soft lips lightly opened: "Wang!"

Mo Li shook his head speechlessly: "Forget it, let's give you a name first!" Everyone help think about it, and then change her clothes when you go back, this tulle is too improper." ”

Ouyang Ruyi, Liang Daomai, including Shen Ling, racked their brains and began to think, whether the corpse demon is a corpse, or a very good-looking female spirit corpse, it is really not easy to choose a name, and in the end, the corpse demon himself hummed vaguely: "Moo!"

"Moo?" Mo Li shook his head, "You're not a cow, what's your name Moo, how about calling Meng Meng?"

The corpse demon seems to be very satisfied with this name, after all, he has the same surname as Meng Fan, and he mooed on the side, it is very cute, maybe he has not yet adapted to the new body, Mo Li noticed that the cultivation on the corpse demon is not very high, almost only the appearance of condensing the spirit eight or nine levels, so he became vigilant, Meng Fan has already settled, at this time, it will be bad if a strong person comes in to make trouble!

At this time, Meng Fan really couldn't care about anything.

He had already cut off his senses from the outside world and concentrated on making a breakthrough in his earthly cultivation!

The blood of the ginseng spirit is like a spring rain that nourishes all things, not only instantly removing the corpse poison, but also turning into a nourishing force, penetrating into Meng Fan's limbs and hundreds of remains, especially the dantian, shrouded by a warm fluorescence, the true qi in it becomes calm and tranquil, and Meng Fan's face also exudes a warm luster, looking like a mortal immortal.

After a moment, Meng Fan began to mobilize the true qi in the dantian and made a violent impact towards the Earth Xuan Realm!

And there were two people outside the cave, sneakily roaming, as if they were looking for something......

(End of chapter)

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