"Lately, I seem to be in a coma a lot, which is not a good thing. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info "Zhanbai, who woke up from a coma, didn't have time to check the final results, but he was the first to express such feelings in his heart.

For Zhanbai, who is deeply focused on trying to control everything, this kind of unprovoked coma is undoubtedly unacceptable. Because when people are in a coma, they are undoubtedly the most vulnerable, and if they are used by someone with a heart, they are afraid that they will never wake up again.

shook his head, forcibly deleted the worry in his heart, and immediately, a special feeling invaded his whole body.

What does that feel like?

If you had to describe it in words...... Well, like an old man on the verge of death.

Yes, that's how Zhanbai feels now.

Tens of nearly a hundred years of metaphysical cultivation have already made Zhanbai's physique unconsciously have undergone earth-shaking changes, light and full of vitality. It's just that now, Zhanbai has once again returned to his previous experience of Xuan Xiu.

"It's been a long time since I've been strange, is this the body of a mortal?" Lying flat on the floor, he slowly squirmed every part of his body in order to adapt himself as quickly as possible.

He picked up the bronze mirror that he had prepared beside him in advance and brought it to him.

"Fortunately, my appearance has not changed."

Looking at the young face in the bronze mirror, Zhan Bai breathed a sigh of relief.

If there is anything that Zhan Bai is worried about before stripping off his godhead, it is whether there will be some irreversible changes in his body after returning to the mundane.

After all, according to his actual age, he is already a hundred years old, and for mortals, at this age, even if he does not die, he is enough to be old and unable to walk, just waiting for the call of death.

If this is the case, then for Zhanbai, it will be like a bolt from the blue, and there will be no time to wait for the growth of the godhead.

Fortunately, his fears did not materialize.

Thanks to the rejuvenation of the last time he comprehended the Taisu Realm, his body was completely baptized from the inside out, and for Zhanbai, it was tantamount to a chance to be reborn.

In other words, Zhanbai's life is greatly cleared at the moment of rejuvenation, and he truly returns to the age of seven or eight years old. And in this way, the current Zhanbai, even if he becomes a mortal body, is just a young man who has just come of age.

"Fifteen or sixteen-year-old body? If that were the case, then there should be at least thirty or forty years left for the Godhead to grow. Zhan Bai is undoubtedly satisfied with this result.

After about a stick of incense, Zhanbai finally got used to the mundane body, and then slowly sat up from the floor, his eyes constantly shuttling through the secret room, looking for and capturing what he wanted to see the most - the godhead.

Airplanes!!!

As if sensing Zhanbai's gaze, a childlike whisper sounded from the darkness in the corner of the secret room, and then I saw a short sword no more than two feet long, standing upright and suspended in mid-air, slowly coming towards Zhanbai.

At first, the short sword seemed to be a little scared, moving quite slowly, and was even frightened by some of the actions of Zhanbai's body. Slowly, a sense of closeness that seemed to come from the blood made the short sword finally unscrupulous, and when the sword body shook, it quickly got into Zhanbai's arms, and whispered coquettishly.

"Is this the Godhead that has been stripped away? How can it feel more like a biological child? Zhan Bai felt the intimacy from the short sword in his arms, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Looking down at this short sword carefully, its shape is ninety percent similar to the imaginary thousand-zhang bronze giant sword, the shape is simple and generous, the sword body is slightly wider, and there is no swallowing transition between it and the hilt, but it is not abrupt at all. The whole sword turned into an iron blue color, and at the sharp blades on both sides, it was shining with a faint blue cold light, in addition, there was a narrow blood groove in the center of the sword body, and the dark red color clearly gave people a ferocious aura.

The heavy mountain seal of the iron blue, the red distant mountain seal and the blue river and sea seal are perfectly condensed into the shell of this sword, and as for the wisdom that urges the agile movements of the short sword, it is undoubtedly the godhead that Zhan Bai has peeled off.

Holding the short sword in his arms with both hands gently, Zhanbai felt from the sword not the strength of the godhead, but the weakness and hunger of a newborn.

"If this sword is compared to a newborn, then isn't it just a ...... Mother? Zhan Bai couldn't laugh or cry.

Well, now that the newborn is hungry, as a mother, it is natural to feed.

The difference is that ordinary mothers feed their babies with breast milk, but Zhanbai uses her own flesh and blood and vitality.

"Your wife, I'm just a mortal now, when you eat in a while, you have to master this degree, otherwise, you will suck me dry if you can't say it." Zhan Bai laughed at the short sword in his hand, and then carefully used the blade of the short sword to cut a bloody hole on his finger.

Sure enough, after smelling the smell of blood, the short sword changed its previous coquettishness and became urgent, and the blade of the sword was against the wound of Zhanbai's finger, and a powerful suction force continuously absorbed Zhanbai's blood.

At this time, Zhanbai did not feel pain, but felt itching at the wound, but because of the rapid flow of blood, he quickly noticed the continuous weakness of his body.

Several times I wanted to forcibly break the short sword to absorb my own blood, but every time I looked down, I was always a little unbearable.

"Damn, stop, stop."

It wasn't until his consciousness began to blur, and the short sword didn't stop sucking blood at all, that Zhan Bai finally felt the fear, and no longer cared about the "mood" of the short sword, and began to shout angrily.

But the short sword was eating heartily at this time, and he ignored Zhanbai's scolding.

"Fuck off." The loss of a large amount of blood made Zhan Bai extremely weak, and at this point, where did he dare to hesitate, he almost accumulated the strength of his whole body, and waved his other palm like a short sword.

Syllable!!!

The palm of his hand slapped fiercely against the blade of the short sword, and then ...... The unsuspecting dagger wailed and flew away.

……

Zhan Bai stood up slowly against the wall, and coldly looked at the short sword standing upright next to his left leg, full of grievances, but there was a wry smile in his heart.

Loving mothers have many defeated children, and strict fathers produce filial sons.

Although it is not the first time to be a parent, it is only now that Zhanbai has a deep experience.

Come to think of it, the newborn Godhead is an ignorant infant at this time, where does it know self-discipline, and all its actions are more out of instinct.

Instinctively, it is hungry, so it naturally wants to eat enough, and as for whether it will take Zhanbai's life because of this, it is not in its simple thoughts.

As Zhanbai, who is responsible for nurturing, for a long time in the future, he must be a kind mother and a strict father, and only in this way can he embark on a virtuous circle.

"Remember, when I tell you to stop drinking blood in the future, you must stop, or you will wait to be beaten." Zhan Bai strongly supported his tired and weak body, and taught the short sword under his feet.

As if he understood Zhanbai's words, the short sword immediately swayed up and down, indicating that he understood.

"As a child, filial piety comes first. Don't you see that Lao Tzu can't even walk now? Zhan Bai's eyes glared, and he was about to start training.

Stiletto understood what Zhanbai meant, but apparently didn't know what to do.

"Look at your small body, it's too short to be a crutch, it's just that, let's make do with it for the time being." Zhan Bai had to make a concise point.

Make yourself a crutch?

The short sword was full of grievances in his heart, but he couldn't stand Zhanbai's stern gaze, and finally could only fly into the latter's open palm full of humiliation.

In fact, as Zhan Bai said, a two-foot-long short sword is really not a good idea to use as a crutch. But Zhanbai still stubbornly did this, even if he had to bend down for this......

In this way, the old man, armed with a short sword and dragging his weak body, was as white as an old dragon clock, and slowly walked towards the door of the secret room.