In addition, there is another result that makes her happy, that is, she made this Qiongshui into a bullet, as long as it is in her hands, there are endless bullets, but because Qiongshui looks exactly the same as ordinary water when she comes out of the world, the bullet of the gun that Jun Wumo asked Shaogong to pick up is no different from a water bomb.

However, whether it was her in the past or now, she is a dead eye who does not give up on the Yellow River, she used to come to Qiongshui Lake every day to meditate, accept the temptation and impact of aura, and use her body for experiments.

Because she thinks that the flowers and plants around her can survive in a desperate situation, and she is still affected by them to grow so tall, why can't she?

The facts also proved that she was right, from the frequent vomiting of blood at the beginning, to the end of the complete adaptation, and getting stronger and stronger.

And at this moment, her cheeks were sweating like rain, and the sweat had already soaked through her robe, because this was not her original body, so everything had to start all over again.

She gritted her teeth and endured the impact of aura, this pain is not difficult for her at all, this test is her willpower, torture is spirit, it just so happens that the most important thing she lacks is willpower, with the experience of her previous life, it is very simple to get through this difficulty.

On the other side, a giant vine blooms only a large, purple double-petaled flower.

Suddenly, the flowers and leaves swayed, bursts of fragrance wafted, and two slender jade legs appeared in the stamens of the cherry pink, the flowers were skirts, the green leaves were clothes, the hair was cherry pink, and a green leaf on her face was a veil to cover her eyes, because she had no eyes.

The girl sat on the branch, gently shaking her legs, and her mischievous voice was crisp and pleasant: "Master, you have changed!" It seems to have become whole! ”

Bai Chuyun didn't open his eyes: "Isn't the smoke stronger!" ”

Ziyan nodded again and again: "Mmmm! Purple smoke follows the owner, and if the master is strong, the purple smoke is strong, maybe it won't be long before the purple smoke can transform and walk on the ground! ”

Then Ziyan wondered: "The master has not returned home for many days, and his body seems to have weakened, is it injured?" Why is the sound different? ”

The seven emotions of "weak ......" have been silent, but at this moment, they were pierced by Ziyan's words, and squatted in the deep sea of the soul to draw a circle.

Qiqing's pitiful appearance, Bai Chuyun couldn't help but smile: "Hmm! I had some accidents, and my internal organs were broken! ”

Ziyan pouted: "Nasty tasks, always make the owner hurt, Ziyan doesn't like it!" ”

No matter how many injuries there are, for Bai Chuyun, as long as she is still wheezing, it will be like a skin injury, it will not attract too much attention from her, even if she thinks about it again, it will be a smile.

Bai Chuyun felt that her bulky body was much more relaxed, she got up and came to the purple fireworks: "Yan'er, do you want to see the outside world of Qiankun Heaven and Earth?" ”

Purple Fireworks bent down and happily buried her head in Bai Chuyun's arms: "Think!" In this way, the owner will have more purple smoke, and he will not be injured, and the purple smoke will not leave the owner's side an inch. ”

Bai Chuyun stroked the green yarn where Ziyan should have eyes: "We work hard to grow, I will find a pair of eyes that suit you for you, and when you open your eyes again, I will take you to see everything you have never seen!" ”

Zi Yan's nose was sour, but he still smiled: "Master...... You're so nice. She actually wanted to say that she didn't want to, as long as she had her master with her, but she couldn't say it, because it would disrespect her master's previous efforts.

Ziyan was originally just an inconspicuous small purple flower in the sea of flowers, but by chance, he got a drop of blood from Bai Chuyun, who was injured in his previous life, that is, a drop of blood dropped when he passed by, and then slowly became spiritual.