The flame of light ignited, Zheng Qiu looked into the egg, only to look at it twice, and there was a coolness in his palm.

Turning his head sideways, the light in his palm disappeared again, as if it had never appeared.

There are quirks!

The third time he lit the flame of light, this time, instead of looking at the egg yolk, he stared at the palm of his hand.

Suddenly, the light flame on the palm of his hand shook, and suddenly merged into the eggshell of Jiaodan.

No, it's not blending, it's being sucked in, and the speed of inhalation is very fast, so that he feels cold in his palm.

Zheng Qiu's face was full of doubt, then turned to shock, and finally showed a surprised expression.

He knew that his strength had no effect on stones and iron, but the eggs would absorb it, so it was possible that the yolk in it was still alive!

Thinking of this, he licked his lips and decided to pour his energy into the eggshell.

Snapping his fingers, he performed the first fingering of "Cangcui Jue", and the white air flow was like a silk thread, slowly injecting along the crack of the eggshell.

The white gas floated on the surface of the egg yolk, and it only floated for a short time before it was immediately inhaled.

The yolk is still the same as before, golden and has not changed.

It seemed that this bit of energy was not enough, so he poured a little more into it, so Zheng Qiu performed a second fingering technique to increase the amount of energy.

The white gas disappeared again, and the yolk still did not move, as if these qi could not feed it at all.

Then increase the amount of energy, the third fingering, the fourth fingering, until the twenty-fourth fingering, no matter how much energy is injected into it, the egg yolk is like a bottomless pit, how can it not be filled.

Zheng Qiu scratched his head and was at a loss, the twenty-fourth fingering technique was the high fingering technique that he could use in the Qihua Realm now, and the energy released was also the most.

Even so, the eggs still didn't react, and if they were replaced with two bags of seeds, they would have sprouted one by one.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to take a two-pronged approach, with a light flame on his body and a fingering technique on his hand to pour energy into it.

In this way, Zheng Qiu held Jiaodan, and the light and energy continued to be injected inward.

Until nightfall, I don't know how much energy I have consumed, and the tiredness that I haven't seen for a long time hits my mind.

His eyelids kept fighting, and finally he couldn't support it anymore, and leaned against the head of the bed and dozed off.

But after falling asleep, the energy in his body did not stop gushing out, and it still overflowed from all over his body and floated into the Jiao Dan in his arms.

It seems that Jiao Dan has become more active and is taking the initiative to absorb Zheng Qiu's energy.

In the dream, Zheng Qiu saw an endless sea of clouds again, as if he was meditating and introspecting, observing the Qi Sea Dantian.

The sea of clouds in front of me was a little different from what I had seen before, it was very thin, and it seemed to dissipate at any time.

At the same time, he vaguely felt that there was an extremely faint thought, as if he was begging for something to eat.

But when he looked closely, he couldn't find the source of the thought.

Suddenly, he noticed that there was someone behind him, and when he turned around, it was a blurry humanoid light.

The light and shadow are pale green, and although they are blurry, they can be seen exactly like Zheng Qiu.

He raised his hand to touch the light and shadow, and before his fingers could touch it, the light and shadow shattered and scattered, flying to all parts of the sea of clouds, and a small part of the fragments of light and shadow turned into a pale green pillar of light and flew above the sea of clouds.

In the stone house, Zheng Qiu leaned on the head of the bed and dozed off, and without exercising, a bright flame of light suddenly ignited on his body.

This time the flame was different from the previous ones, with a faint green color, as if some grass juice had been mixed into the milk.

Then, a trace of emerald green light appeared in the center of his eyebrows, and a drop of green light rose from the spot, swaying gently like a drop of water.

Immediately afterwards, the point of light floated away from the door of the head and flew towards the Jiao Dan in his arms, and fell into it through the crack.

The green light touches the yolk and instantly blends into it.

The yolk shook violently, and the golden color quickly faded, showing the cyan color of an eggshell, and something seemed to be writhing inside, becoming more and more obvious.

Zheng Qiu fell asleep and didn't wake up until the afternoon of the next day.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt sore, as if he had been doing heavy work for ten days in a row.

Checking his physical condition, he was taken aback, the meridians were empty and there was no trace of qi, and the only place where there was qi was the sea of qi.

But the energy inside is also very scarce, and the fluttering is similar to that of an air tire.

Oops, where did my anger go?

Zheng Qiu sat up straight in a panic, although he injected energy into the Jiao Dan yesterday and consumed a lot, but it was not so big, and the meridians were still full before falling asleep.

Rubbing his eyes, he felt a little dizzy in his head, his mental state was very bad, and he was fluttering when he looked at the stone table in the room.

But he was still concerned about Jiaodan, and lowered his head to the crack to observe.

This look made his heart feel like falling into an ice cellar, and the yolk was gone, replaced by a dark thing, coiled in it.

Oh my God, I didn't cover the crack last night, and I got bugs!

It's over, and the Jiaodan, who had such great expectations, was eaten by the insects without paying attention.

He got angry, staggered down from the bed, put the egg upside down on the stone table, and poured out the worms inside.

With a snap, the bug fell onto the table and writhed slowly.

Zheng Qiu grabbed a stone and raised it high to smash it down.

However, when the stone was raised, the appearance of the little insect prevented him from proceeding.

Zheng Qiu lay on the table, his chin rested on the table, his eyes fixed on the little insect, looking back and forth.

There are two horns on the head, four small claws on the body, dark blue scales, and a crocodile-billed lion tail.

He frowned, carefully picked up the jiao, spread it out to the palm of his hand, and then stretched out his finger to gauge the size.

This inky blue Jiao is only two index fingers long, and the thickness is not as thick as three chopsticks, which is too small.

No wonder I thought it was a bug just now, and it looked not much different from a caterpillar.

He observed for a while, and found that Xiao Jiao's eyes were closed, and he slowly coiled into a circle, as if it was very uncomfortable to straighten his body.

Zheng Qiu gently shook his palm, pinched Xiao Jiao in the palm of his hand, and scratched his head again and again with his other hand, frowning and worried.

This Jiao is so small, it is obviously an unhealthy doll, how to feed it?

Is Jiao milk-eating? or vegetarian? Does it eat meat?

Spreading out his hand again and looking at Xiao Jiao, Zheng Qiu felt that this little mouth should not be able to bite the meat and vegetables.

Let's try feeding milk first, maybe you can eat it.

Thinking of this, he carefully stuffed Jiao back into the eggshell, wrapped the egg in a quilt, and placed it in the corner of the bed.

I quickly ran to the kitchen and rummaged through the cabinets to find milk.

In this place, there is a shortage of clean water, let alone milk, and the gladiatorial group only has a small amount of dry milk, which is specially used to adjust the diet of the wounded.

In an iron box, Zheng Qiu found three cans of dried milk cubes.

I thought, anyway, I'm going to move out of here after a while, just take it all, the gladiatorial tournament is rich, and there is no shortage of this.

So he boiled the water, returned to the house with the jar and the kettle, took out the dry milk cube and melted it, and made it into a glass of white milk.

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