He complains about Qiu's selfishness, and then agrees with the greedy parrot.

"Here's one. ”

The five-colored parrot powerful case succeeded, which seemed a little exciting, but it did not forget the agreement with him to complain about Qiu.

"If Ben Xianren's guess is correct, then this should be a broken world separated from the fairyland."

The five-colored parrot's voice seemed confident, as if confirming his answer.

"The broken world is separated?" Is there anything wrong? He Yanqiu was taken aback.

This explains to you, you don't understand, and I don't remember Wonderland very well, after all, memory and power are closed. If you restore my strength with the body of God, I will know. This five-colored parrot seems to be teaching him how to behave.

He complained that the five-colored parrot had mentioned his seal before, so he wasn't too suspicious, but as soon as he mentioned the Shen body of the Upper Emperor, he immediately woke up.

"Are you telling the truth?" What kind of strength do you need to recover before you can recover all your memories?" he grumbled, tentatively asking.

It is clear that the parrot wants to open its seal. After all, a fairy was turned into a parrot. Death was too hard for him. How painful it is.

Memory and power are inextricably linked. Only by regaining strength can the memory be fully restored. Parrots are very careful when they speak.

He was hesitating. He does have some suspicions about parrots, but if they can't recover his memory, he needs too little information.

Taking a deep breath, why complain Qiu Ziming seemed to have made some important decisions, and his expression became very serious: "If you want to recover your strength, how much blood do you need?"

Hearing the autumn complaints, the parrot will immediately go crazy. He had waited too long for that day.

"Fifty drops, no, a hundred drops!" "Just one hundred drops, and I can restore my full strength!"

The five-colored parrot does not hide its emotions very much and looks excited.

After hearing this number, he complained that Qiu's face had become a little ugly.

"I haven't explored this god yet, but isn't this hundred drops too much?" he complained, saying that some skepticism was inevitable, after all, it was just a matter of parroting.

"Not much, you know I'm a fairy!" The power of immortality is so easy to recover, but for this god's previous body, it is like a god, otherwise a drop of blood will not be able to restore my strength!

He complained that Qiu Shaowei couldn't find any reason to refute it, so he could only try once according to the parrot's words.

Take out the Shen body of the Emperor directly.

Although the Fire Essence Bead has no flame, it can release pure fire essence qi and can also be used to refine blood.

As he complained about the constant spewing of flames, the distillation rate of refined blood was more than tripled.

"Quite possibly!" the five-colored parrot seemed surprised, thinking that he could not complain about autumn at all, but he did not think that he had really succeeded.

It took him less than five hours to refine the first drop of immortal blood.

The golden blood dripped purer than before, and even revealed a strong aura a few times, which made him a little puzzled by Autumn's complaints.

He complained that Qiu Xiaoming compared the drop of fairy blood he had obtained before, and found that there seemed to be a big difference between the two drops.

"Damn, that old guy lied to me!" he complained that Qiu was suddenly scolded.

At first, he complained that he had gotten it before he found out that the immortal blood was not pure blood at all. It seems that something has been added again, so he complains that the autumn feels very different.

The five-colored parrot stared at the blood on its hands with sad eyes, but it was directly blocked by the reason for the autumn resentment.

"Don't worry, I'll give it to you when I've got everything ready!"

He Yanqiu's attitude was very decisive. Five-colored parrots can only accept it, and it will be better if all the large liquid is left together.

In this way, he complained that Qiu Jing stayed quietly in the cave and spent three days refining and melting 80 drops of golden blood. Pouring all 80 drops of blood into a transparent jade bottle can effectively hide the essence of blood and maintain the activity of blood.

All 80 drops of Oko's blood, combined, are less than half a bottle, and it doesn't seem to be much, so why complain about the fall was once a little suspicious, and this bit of blood, in the end, can make the five-colored parrot return to its original shape.

However, since the parrot himself agreed, why not give more.

Although He Yanqiu had refined 80 drops of essence blood from the god's body, the god's entire body still hadn't changed much. According to He Yanqiu's gathering, this artifact can refine at least a few thousand drops of essence blood.

Because of the desperate need for blood, he did not have much time to study the body of God, including the body of God and the armor worn by God's body.

He complained that Qiu Ziming tried a little, and with the sword of killing the sky, he could only leave a little trace on the heavenly god. Although he didn't do his best, it was also a reflection of the terrible defensive power of God's body.

Just as he was complaining about the adjustment, and was about to continue refining the refined blood, a clear fluctuation suddenly came from outside.

Someone is here!

He immediately packed up everything, then unraveled the battle, and then saw an unexpected person.

"Brother He, I heard that you have been living in Dongfu for the past few days. "Looking at you, it doesn't seem like you're in a good mood. Are you still nostalgic for the outside world?"

It was the criminal who made him complain about Qiuqiu's admission before he spoke. But why complain Qiu knows that he can't do it now, so he can only endure it.

"Yes, but it's much better now. ”

He complains that Autumn is not talking about boys, and it is inevitable that these days the effort is all about leaving as soon as possible, and although there is a lot of spirit here, there are also unknown dangers.

"Okay, my brother, I'm here to let you go to Ziya Pavilion, and my brother is waiting for you there with his ears pricked up. The man looked at his face complaining about Mr. Qiu, and the strange look on his face made him complain that Mr. Qiu's heart was a little hairy.

"I don't know what the elders want me to do. Can my brother reveal something?" He Yanqiu looked at the person, then lowered his head and asked.

"Well, at the end of the day, it's because of me, the elders, who came to you, but it's really a good thing for you. "If you are truly revered as your own disciple, you must be very grateful to you, brother and me!

He complained, *** frowned, very confused, and he asked directly, "Please tell me more." ”

The man seems to realize the value of his complaints about the fall, and he is happy with his initial choice. Of course, he was willing to tell him more about why he complained about the fall.

"At first, I persuaded the elders to bring you back because I thought your physique was special. If you're right, your physique might be one of the top ten gods of antiquity. I don't know, brother. Am I feeling right?

When he heard the man say that the bastard was immortal, his face changed dramatically.

The murder instantly erupted in the head of He complaining that Qiu missed you, but it was immediately covered up by He complaining, otherwise it would be a bad thing.

"Brother, you're so nice!" he grumbled, smiling wryly, and nodded.

The person wasn't entirely sure at first. When he heard him complain, he immediately laughed, and laughed like a flower. While he's not the only one with the potential to become a monster, if he can realize the potential of complaining about Fall, he'll be rewarded by many tribes, especially the older ones.

(End of chapter)