In the Purple Garden.

Lin Jia'an didn't see the old man, but saw Uncle Chen, who he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Welcome back, Miss An'an."

"Uncle Chen, you're finally back."

Uncle Chen was sent on a business trip by the old man last month.

The 'decoction potion' that appeared for the first time in the tournament made the sales of the entire interstellar blackstone shop skyrocket. Although other stores have been developed one after another, the sales of Blackstone Shop are still high.

Fortunately, they were already preparing long before the start of the preliminary round, and they were not in a hurry. However, regarding the follow-up development, Ge Lao still asked Uncle Chen for guidance.

One is for the future, and the other is for not smashing the signboard.

"Yes." While serving tea to Lin Jia'an, Uncle Chen replied to her: "With Huaxia Star as the radiation point, I have seen all the black stone shops around. Come back this time and rest for a few days. If you go out again, in less than a year and a half, Miss won't be able to see Uncle Chen! ”

Lin Jia'an smiled: "Then this time, I have to take a good look." ”

Uncle Chen also happily agreed, and then walked to the kitchen to prepare a dinner for the three of them.

Looking at Uncle Chen's back, Lin Jiaan gradually put away his smile.

Although Uncle Chen said so, she didn't have to think about it to know that he came back this time because of her, because of the healing formula.

I don't know what effect that recipe will have.

Lin Jia'an was a little uneasy and a little expectant.

The old man was still in his refining room and couldn't get out, so Lin Jia'an simply went back to her room on the third floor first.

When she walked to the living room on the third floor, several "chirping" sounds attracted her footsteps and walked over.

It's you!

An iron cage one meter long and half a meter wide contained several pure white rats. This is the ink mouse she caught on the Canglan Star. Because of the direct encounter with the small flowers, they lost their original function.

It's just that when they came back, they forgot to leave them in Canglan Star, and now, they have also become Lin Jia'an's pet rats.

But......

Lin Jia'an squatted down and looked carefully.

They seem to be a little decadent!

Isn't this unaccustomed to the environment on Huaxia Star?

"Tsk... Tsk..."

Even the voice was much quieter than before.

Lin Jia'an was a little worried, so he reached into the index fingers of both hands from the gap in the iron cage and touched them...... No response......

After thinking about it, Lin Jia'an took out his right hand and stretched out the feed next to him, intending to feed them something to eat.

"Oh!"

Before the feed could be touched, Lin Jia'an was so shocked that he retracted both hands.

Hiss!

This bunch of guys!

Lin Jia'an looked at the index finger of his left hand, which was originally white and tender, and there were two more small mouths out of thin air, and the blood-red beads were slowly seeping out.

Lin Jia'an couldn't help but look at the cage with some annoyance.

Unexpectedly, the one-word ink mouse, which was still very sluggish, stood up and rushed to the edge of the cage, staring at himself desperately.

Lin Jia'an looked down at his fingers again.

Those two small openings are actually very small, and they are not much different from the eye of a needle. According to today's normal interstellar physique, this wound will quickly solidify even if it is not treated.

But Lin Jia'an can't.

No matter how small the wound is, as long as it bleeds, it will never heal without the use of hemostatic drugs.

In addition to this......

Lin Jia'an shifted his gaze from the standing ink rats to the ones that were still nesting next to them.

In fact, as early as in the cave of Little Flower, Lin Jia'an had this question.

At that time, after she was bitten, it didn't take long for her to fall into a coma. And when she woke up, Xiaohua, along with the little life in her belly, ...... That's it.

It can be said that it was really cured inexplicably.

At this moment, looking at the blood beads on her hands that had become very round, the color of the pupils of that little life appeared in her mind again.

Perhaps, she could give it a try with the word ink mouse.

Lin Jia'an used a cotton swab to absorb the blood beads on his index finger, and was about to give it to the one-word ink mouse that was still lying on his stomach, when the one-word ink mouse standing on the side suddenly rushed over.

Fortunately, this time, Lin Jia'an's spiritual power was released, and he quickly blocked it.

The swabs made their way to the pile of ink rats, and strangely enough, these ones were not like the other one competing with each other.

Lin Jia'an found one casually and squeezed the cotton swab into the other party's mouth.

Then, the ink mouse slowly opened its eyes, and gradually stood up, and finally it was like the first one, jumping alive!

Actually, it's true.

Lin then experimented with the remaining ones.

The situation is almost identical, and the Ink Rats that have already eaten it will have a strong reaction to her blood.

Therefore, Xiaohua's time was not an accident.

What really made it get through the difficulties was not its own spiritual power, nor Lin Jia'an's spiritual power, but Lin Jia'an's blood!

When Lin Jia'an turned her gaze back to her left hand again, she was startled by the scene in front of her, and stood up suddenly, and even the cotton swab in her hand fell.

When she looked at it again, the mottled wounds she had just seen were gone.

This is the second time!

This hallucination occurred for the second time.

When Lin Jia'an was about to think about it again, there was a sudden sound of "click" in his ears. She looked down and saw that it was the ink rats rushing to bite the cotton swabs she had accidentally dropped.

I don't know why, looking at these one-word ink rats again, Lin Jiaan couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle.

It seems that these have to be disposed of.

"What was the sound just now?"

It was the old man's voice.

Lin Jia'an turned his head to look, and sure enough, he saw the old man coming out of the refining room.

"I'm feeding these rats."

Regarding Lin Jia'an's subconscious action of putting his left hand behind him, Ge Lao didn't notice it, he nodded and then instructed:

"Leave them alone, let's eat first."

Seeing Lin Jia'an nodding, Ge Lao didn't say anything more, and walked up the stairs first.

When the figure of the elder disappeared around the corner, Lin Jia'an hurriedly took out the hemostatic agent and applied it to his index finger. Then he put a protective button on the iron cage of the ink mouse.

Because Lin Jia'an doesn't know if anything will happen to these one-word ink rats after tasting her blood. Just watching them gnaw on cotton swabs, I was still a little shocked.

After doing all this, Lin Jia'an went downstairs and had dinner with Ge Lao and Uncle Chen.

After dinner, while eating fruit, Ge Lao made a final announcement to Lin Jia'an:

"In two hours, we'll get started."

Before Lin Jia'an could speak, Uncle Chen was shocked first.

"Two hours?! Is it so fast? Don't you wait for tomorrow? ”