Sanqing slowly fed Lu Xiao a small half pot of water, and then saw that Lu Xiao's face slowly became better-looking, with a little blood color instead of being white. The hole in his forehead also began to slowly scab over, showing obvious signs of recovery. Seeing this, the corners of Sanqing's mouth rose slightly, and he looked at the kettle and thought that he had found the baby by accident! Of course, it must be Mr. Xiao Lu who was even happier to see his son recover, and his upper part was half better.

"What's going on!" Lin Danhong looked at Lu Xiao and asked in surprise.

"This water has a healing effect!" replied, and then gently lowered Lu Xiao and leaned on Mr. Lu's thigh.

Standing not far from Li Sanqing, he naturally heard Sanqing's words, so he hurriedly raised the hand that was injured by the thunder, took a look, and was surprised to find that the hand slowly recovered its blood color and became conscious. Just as he was extremely surprised, the painting slave appeared in his sight. He saw the black hand of the painting slave, suddenly thought of something, shook the kettle in his hand, there was not a drop of water, and then immediately rushed to Sanqing, snatched the kettle in Sanqing's hand, turned around and ran towards the painting slave.

"Hey, why are you like this!" Seeing that the kettle was snatched left and right, Lin Danhong immediately chased after him, but was pulled by Sanqing. Lin Danhong, who was being pulled, looked at Sanqing with a huff, his eyes full of doubts.

"Give it to him, we've already drunk the water anyway, and I still know where the water is, it's not as bad as half a pot!" Sanqing explained, in fact, he just didn't want to make a difference.

Ran left and right to stop in front of the painting slave, panting and handed the kettle to the painting slave.

"What's wrong with you, you're in such a hurry? You seem to need more water, haha!" looked at the panting appearance left and right, and the painting slave quipped.

"Drink!" said left and right, shoving water into the slave's hand.

"What, what's so special about this water?" asked the painting slave curiously.

"Drink quickly, it can cure your hands!" he said in a deep voice, and then raised his half-recovered hand to show the painting slave.

"Oh, I see!" The painting slave looked suddenly enlightened, took the kettle, and then pretended to drink water, taking advantage of the left and right sides, suddenly sent the kettle to the left and right mouths, and poured half of the water in the kettle into the left and right mouths.

"Babble" was filled with the sudden pouring of the painting slave left and right, and he choked and coughed constantly. The painting slave hurriedly stepped forward and patted him lightly on the back.

"You, why did you do that?" asked the painting slave left and right, puzzled.

"Actually, this water can save people, but it may not save me, and your hand is only half better, and you can drink the rest of the water, so that your hand should be fully restored, how good!" said the painting slave softly, his tone as innocent as a child.

"Why are you doing this!" sighed left and right, and then he felt that the arm in his hand had recovered significantly, and when he looked down, he had completely recovered his original appearance, and he moved his hand, and was surprised to find that it seemed to be more flexible than before.

"There is nothing to suffer, I originally existed for you, if something happens to you, I will have no meaning of existence, so the purpose of my existence is to let you live well!" said the painting slave with a smile.

"Live well?" repeated the words left and right, looking up at the sky, with an intriguing expression written on his face.

"Do you still have any questions?" said the painting slave in a deep voice, interrupting his thoughts.

"Yes and what, no, I haven't lived happily for a day in my life, so let's keep the only things that are still happy!"

"Very good!" said the painting slave with a smile!

"By the way, have you found that mountain?" suddenly remembered that the painting slave was going to explore the way. So I didn't say any more digressions and turned back to the topic.

"There's a big mountain ahead, not far from here!" replied the painter.

"Isn't it far from here, then why can't I see it!" asked in surprise, glancing left and right.

"There is a wetland in the middle, and the fog is thick, blocking the view, and I also saw the mountain through the fog, so I didn't immediately run back to report the news, and you just let me drink water when I arrived!" said the painting slave, covering his mouth and snickering again.

"Since there really is a mountain, then hurry over, break the broken formation and get something, I don't want to stay for a second!" shook his head left and right and said, then turned around and walked in the direction of Sanqing and the others. The painting slave slowly followed, as if he had something on his mind.

On Sanqing's side, the injuries on Mr. Xiao Lu's face had all scabbed, and most of his physical strength had recovered, and when he saw Lu Xiao, whose face was bloody and breathing heavily, he breathed a sigh of relief and slowly stood up. Seeing the left and right walking back, he knew that the left and right were here to urge the way. So he turned his head and said "thank you" to Sanqing.

"You're welcome, I should do it!" Sanqing replied with a smile.

"We should go, if we don't find the White Tiger Array, we may never find it, and we will be trapped here forever!" Mr. Xiao Lu said in a deep voice, Sanqing nodded, and then squatted down and pulled up Lu Xiao, Lin Danhong stepped forward to help, and Sanqing carried Lu Xiao left and right and walked in front of them.

"Yo, this time it's quite active!" Seeing that Sanqing and the others were ready to go, they made such a joke, and immediately exchanged for Lin Danhong's big eyes.

"Let's go!" Mr. Xiao Lu said softly, and the group walked forward.

Led by the painting slave, the group quickly walked to the mist-shrouded wetland she said, and then listened.

"Passing through here is the mountain you are talking about!" said the painter, turning to the crowd.

"The White Tiger Circle is in the mountains!" Mr. Xiao Lu added.

"How extensive is the wetland?" asked Sanqing.

"It's not far, five minutes away!" replied the painting slave.

"Since that's the case, I won't rest and go straight through!" Sanqing said in a deep voice.

The painting slave nodded, turned back and walked into the mist, and the rest of the people followed the painting slave closely. In the misty wetlands, the soil becomes softer and softer, and the more sticky it becomes, the more difficult it is to walk. Especially Sanqing, who was carrying Lu Xiao on his back, every step was extremely difficult.

"It's going to be the end soon!" said the painting slave who walked in front of him in a loud voice to the crowd behind him.

At this moment, Sanqing's left foot suddenly sank deep into the soil, as if he was pulled down by something, causing him to lose his center of gravity, almost fall, and unable to move forward. He tried his best, but he couldn't pull out his left foot, and a cold sweat broke out all over his body.

(End of chapter)