"Why don't you go!"

The pot is in a hurry. What will happen next is completely out of his control. In case he loses his mind, the first unlucky one is Fang Ru!

The wind was too strong, Fang Ru couldn't speak, so she could only twist out a wry smile, and try to lie on the ground so as not to be blown away.

Does it make a difference whether she leaves the room or not?

The pot has a spiritual connection with her, no matter where she goes, she can eat the pot if she wants to eat it.

And Fang Ru felt uneasy at the thought of leaving the pot behind.

It's been a long time since I've known the pot. Although she was forced to take him with her at first, for so long, she couldn't see the pot's concern for her.

Instead of just seeing her as a puppet looking for food, he genuinely cared about her friend.

Flee when a friend might need to be on your own? Fang Ru can't do it!

Fang Ru relied on his memory, searched in the space, and soon found a glass bottle.

Everything in the room that could be blown away was plastered to the wall, the iron-framed bed was shaking, and even the container itself was showing signs of instability. Fang Ru spent a lot of effort, barely lying on the ground, holding the vial taken out of the space in one hand, and couldn't spare his hand to open it at all.

There was no way, Fang Ru simply held the bottle and smashed it on the ground, using the root of his palm as a hammer, and smashed the glass bottle to pieces!

The splinter stabbed into her hand, and blood poured out.

At the same time, the potion in the bottle was exposed to the air.

As if the wind had nothing to do with it, the potion flowed in the direction of the pot. Defying the laws of gravity, climb up along the legs of the table, with the pot as the center, and wrap around in a circle that connects head to tail.

One of her life charms, the Elixir of Blessings.

No matter what the pot is going through, I hope to give him a little luck.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Ru's body suddenly lightened, and his bones slammed into the wall several times, and he was almost stabbed by the lamp, pen, holder, and chopsticks that were also attached to the wall.

Soon, the wind gradually weakened. Get soft. Eventually disappeared without a trace.

Debris that had been crushed against the wall by the strong wind fell in a flutter. So, Fang Ru, who had just covered her old waist and didn't make a sound, was buried again.

Digging himself out with trembling hands, Fang Ru walked to the table with staggering steps. All that remained in the room, except for the heaviest iron-framed bed, was the only broken table left in the center of the storm.

And the pot on the table.

Fang Ru carefully observed the pot.

…… Nothing has changed.

It looks the same as before. It's not dark. The sausage mouth was also not revealed. It's so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary.

His hand lightly touched the edge of the pot, and Fang Ru's hand retracted like an electric shock.

Obviously, what my fingertips felt was the unique moisturizing coolness of the black casserole, but why that moment. Does she feel like she's touching someone's sleeping face?

"Hmm......"

The pot grunted vaguely, as if it had just woken up.

"I ...... Still alive? ”

The pot is weird. The next second, he shouted in surprise. "Oh my God, my missing soul has been replaced?!"

Fang Ru was confused: "What kind of missing soul?" ”

"My soul!" The pot was ecstatic, "Didn't I tell sù you?" My soul is missing, so I must constantly absorb energy from other people's souls to replenish it. Later, I found out that ordinary food is fine. ”

…… You really don't.

The corners of Fang Ru's mouth twitched. Then again, is that why the pot has to eat?

Thinking of this, Fang Ru was also overjoyed. "So you don't have to eat anymore?"

Great news!

There is no longer any need to worry about the fear that one day his soul will become his meal.

"Uh......" The pot was silent for a while, as if it was looking around for some parts on its body that were still missing, "That...... I, actually, uh, only partially tinkered. And there's a lot to ...... Well, maybe not a very large part, hasn't been ...... yet Blocked ......"

The more the pot talked, the quieter it became.

Because the more Fang Ru listened, the more ugly her face became.

Fang Ru grabbed the pot handle and carried it out of the door, aiming at the farthest point of sight. "Did you say I threw you away now?"

"Of course it's too late! Put me down, I'm afraid of heights! …… Ay? Fang Ruru is injured? ”

"Shift the subject less!" Fang Ru is determined. Isn't the pot able to eat crystal nuclei, and she's going to throw it into the camp of the Adepts. Let him eat it.

"I'm not changing the subject, you're bleeding!"

Fang Ru then remembered her hand that smashed the bottle, and when she saw it, she really shed a lot of blood. Because the wound is so deep, I can't feel the pain.

Now she didn't care about throwing the pot, so she went back to the house and pulled out the medicine box from a pile of miscellaneous items and bandaged herself.

Xiao Yu cautiously probed her brain at the door, and when she saw Fang Ru, she ran in and got into her arms, anxiously asking her why she was injured.

"Ah, it's not a big deal." Fang Ru shook his bandaged hand and replied very manly.

After a while, the blood stained the gauze red.

Fang Ru was a little embarrassed. Xiaoyu was frightened and urged her to hurry up and get stitches.

"Don't bother so much......" Fang Ru scratched the back of his head. The main reason is that there is a shortage of drugs in the base now, and the stitches will definitely not wait for her to be anesthetic. It hurts.

Xiaoyu didn't cling, and for a while he pushed her with his head, and for a while he grabbed the corner of her clothes with his mouth, trying to drag her out of the door. Fang Ru is such a big man where it can deal with it, and without Fang Ru's permission, it can't get bigger, so anxious that Xiaoyu and the whole cat are not good.

The onlooker's eyes darkened.

This hurts...... It's to save him.

His soul has been broken for hundreds of years, and to use a physical wound as a metaphor, the "flesh" on the edge of the damage has long since scabbed and died. The crystal nucleus wanted to mend his soul, first violently tearing these places off, then taking advantage of the freshness of the wound, forcibly mending the fresh flesh and skin, and finally going through a painful fusion process. Needless to say, there is no shortage of thrills.

The pot almost didn't hold up. Just a second before he was about to collapse, a warm current gently enveloped him. It was as if he had returned to his mother's body, soaked in amniotic fluid, quiet, safe, and cared for. He fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up again, Fang Ru was poking him with his fingers.

"I ...... Knowing the recipe of a gold sore medicine, you don't need stitches, and the skin and flesh will heal on its own quickly after applying it. ”

Then the pot spits out the names of more than a dozen medicinal herbs, with a useful amount. These medicinal materials are very common, and the amount required is not large, and Fang Ru has them. Various raw materials do not require a long processing time, and it is a gold sore medicine that can be used and prepared.

Fang Ru quickly put it on, and sure enough, it stopped bleeding immediately.

"Pot, you're a good thing, why haven't I heard of it before?" Fang Ru happily pulled his wrist to observe, making sure that it was okay. No more stitches. Congratulations.

But as a potion background, she had never heard of such a good prescription, Fang Ru felt a little embarrassed, and while pestering the pot to let him tell the source, she racked her brains to search for her memory.

Suddenly, Fang Ru's smile vanished. "This ...... It seems to have a resemblance to the potion used by Liu Sheng, who killed Fang Hua's entire family. (To be continued......)