"Huh? So soon, right? I haven't been hurt since I was a kid and I don't quite understand what it's like... ”

The girl was embarrassed to pull her hair, full of cuteness.

Listening to Xia Yu's words, Leng Feng couldn't cry or laugh a little, looking at the pure girl like a blank paper in front of her, hoping that she would never feel the taste of injury.

"Let's go, let's go back"

Leng Feng turned and walked towards the village chief's house.

"Huh? I'll go home today and come back tomorrow."

Xia Yu waved his hand at the cold wind and ran away.

"Why did Guhu give himself a piece of jade droplet?"

Leng Feng looked at the jade droplets in his hand, except that the feel was very smooth, there was nothing extraordinary, not even a trace of energy fluctuations.

Leng Feng lay on the village chief's ancient wooden bed and thought about what happened today, this village seems to be ordinary, living and working in peace and contentment, comfortable and comfortable.

But it's this habit that makes the most difference.

Cold Wind can be sure that although Xiaoyu is kind-hearted and pure and flawless, her strength must be extremely terrifying.

What made Leng Feng really feel unacceptable was the coercion released by the big black dog in the village, and he couldn't resist it!

A leaf knows autumn, a glimpse of the whole leopard! The people in the village have all restrained their coercion, but everyone is a terrifying figure who can turn the clouds and rain and shock the world.

"Hiss"

Leng Feng gasped, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

"What is the young man in a daze?"

An old voice came, and an old man sat on the futon on the bluestone at some point, Leng Feng was an eighth-level powerhouse, and he was the first in the current game, so he didn't feel anything unusual.

"Senior, you are the owner of the house, the senior of the village chief, right?"

Leng Feng jumped off the wooden bed and clenched his hands into fists.

"Well, it's the old man, the young man is weak, let's lie on the bed and rest."

The village chief was still sitting cross-legged on the futon, casually looking at the wooden bed. With a flick of his left hand, purple smoke came out of the incense burner on the wooden table.

"Good senpai"

A faint purple smoke drifted over, and the cold wind felt a little dazed between breathing, and his brain was groggy, and he fell on the bed and passed out.

"My good Ziling bamboo smoke, cheap this kid!"

Seeing the cold wind fall asleep on the bed, the village chief got up from the futon and came to the bed and muttered.

"This kid should sleep well, there will be no such leisurely days in the future, everything is laid out, and it is ready to start."

Guhu quietly walked to the bed and left a note for Leng Feng.

"Haha, the lazy worm is up! I slept so late, and the sun was drying my buttocks~"

A crisp laugh turned the cold wind from its sleep to reality

As soon as the cold wind opened his eyes, a delicate and delicate little face appeared in front of him, Xia Yu was sitting at the wooden table with a bowl of hot porridge with a smile, and there was no longer purple smoke wafting out of the incense burner.

"I was talking to the village chief last night, and I fell asleep in a daze without knowing what was going on."

I glanced at the sun hanging high outside, and slept until noon, and I felt a little embarrassed by the cold wind.

"Haha, come and drink the porridge, the village chief's grandfather made it himself, it's very nourishing." Xia Yu covered her mouth and chuckled a few times.

"Good"

The cold wind took the hot porridge and drank it all, and the warm porridge did not feel as imagined when it entered the stomach, but gradually released a burst of coolness.

As the coolness spread through the body, the gentle and rich energy penetrated into the limbs and bones of the cold wind.

The cold wind felt like it was no longer blocked in the body, as if the arid land was nourished by warm rain, and there was no violent impact that washed the land beyond recognition.

Leng Feng got up and went to the bed to meditate, and the Tai Chi Heart Sutra ran in his body to pull the energy to the dantian, where the energy formed a whirlpool and then distributed evenly throughout the body.

"Huh? This kid's use of energy is very special, and he really surprised me, I hope there will be a good ending this time."

Somewhere, the village chief opened his eyes in surprise, although the energy contained in the bowl of porridge he sent out was mild, but compared to the physique of the cold wind, the energy was already too much, and he never thought that it could be so skillfully dissolved without wasting it at all.

"It's so strange, isn't it just a bowl of porridge?"

Xia Yu watched Leng Feng drink a bowl of porridge and meditate directly, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled, he had been drinking porridge since he was a child, and he didn't have any special feelings.

"Oh, Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Amitabha."

Hearing what Xia Yu said, the village chief directly wanted to vomit blood, and the foundation-building medicinal porridge that he had carefully boiled with so much effort was so despised that he wanted to drink boiled water.

"Tao begets one, life gives birth to two, two begets three, and three begets all things."

Leng Feng silently recited the Tai Chi Heart Sutra in his heart, and the energy vortex turned faster and faster in his dantian.

The huge amount of energy like the ocean continued to gather in the dantian, constantly expanding, and then constantly compressed, repeated cycles, and gradually compressed into a golden pill.

"Hey, the village chief's grandfather's porridge is so useful to you, and there is a bowl for you to drink."

Xia Yu felt that the breath of the cold wind was getting stronger, and at the same time sighed that the porridge of the village chief's grandfather was so useful, and when he saw that there was still a bowl on the cabinet, he simply gave the cold wind to go down.

"Don't!"

The village chief was still smiling in the dark just now and watching the cold wind continue to get stronger, but at this moment, he suddenly appeared, his old face stiffened, and he couldn't smile anymore.

But it was too late, Xia Yu had completely poured two bowls of porridge into Leng Feng's stomach.

"Haha, the village chief's grandfather is so stingy, he won't be allowed to drink a bowl of porridge."

Xia Yu shook the empty bowl in his hand, spit out his powdered tongue, and said mischievously.

"He's dead, where can I find another person?"

The village chief wants to cry without tears, the last porridge was a thousand-year-old ice lotus porridge, although the medicinal power is large, but the effect is mild. This time it's the Fire Dragon Vine Porridge, the medicinal power is so violent that even Xia Yu can't drink it casually! Besides, I just drank a thousand years of ice lotus porridge, one ice and one fire, one yin and one yang, how could the cold wind be able to withstand it...

"Hmm!"

The cold wind had just adjusted his breath, and before he could react, a bowl of porridge was poured into his stomach, but this time he was not as happy as last time.

As the porridge melted in the cold wind's body, a violent energy rushed to the veins of the cold wind and the acupuncture points of the whole body, a strong burning sensation came from all over the body, the cold wind felt as if it was soaked in magma, sweat flowed out of the cold wind's body like a waterfall, and the skin was red as if it was on fire, evaporating the sweat that had just come out into water vapor.

"Ahh He,, what's wrong with him? ”

Xia Yu was frightened by the admiration in front of him, the empty bowl in his hand fell to the ground, and he looked at it with a pale face, at a loss.