Chapter 58: Fighters from Scrap (2)

Worried that he would freeze, he kept letting him go.

He sat down cross-legged on the spot and did not speak.

Sister Painter must have disliked that he had a scar on his face and was not good-looking, otherwise how could she keep driving him away.

After staying in the ice room for a long time, the whole person was frozen and his limbs stiffened.

He rubbed his palms without hesitation, raised his eyes and found that the zither seemed to be asleep, and then looked at the faint light in front of him.

Why did Master trap Sister Zheng in the ice room? It's so cold.

Time passed little by little, the sky outside was cloudy, and the painting zite slept deeply.

I don't regret to stay in front of the light mask and wait for her to wake up.

"Oops, how did I forget this!" I didn't regret that I suddenly stood up and ran outside the ice, "It's morning, Sister Painter will be hungry when she wakes up, I'm going to get some food." ”

I didn't hesitate to leave the ice room for a long time, and the painting kite was still asleep.

It wasn't until the elder of the warehouse hurried to the ice room with the antidote that he raised his hand to remove the light mask, and he helped the painting kite to sit up.

"Girl, how are you?"

“……”

Hearing no response, the Elder of the Warehouse frowned, "I've fainted." This was also expected by him.

He pinched the cheek hole of the painting kite and made her open her mouth, and put a green pill the size of a red bean into her mouth.

The pill melted in her mouth, and the elder of the material warehouse lay down with the painting zither in his hand, and by the way, he probed her five meridians and eight veins to see if she was a good material.

The result was a big disappointment for him.

"What kind of waste material physique is this, if it is not born or an immortal fetus, it can live for thousands of years, it is estimated that it is inferior to mortals." Some of the mortal realm disciples that Yunwu Mountain has received in recent years have better qualifications than her as an immortal.

What is this called, this is called a fighter in scrap wood, it is useless at all.

Elder Liuku hated painting kites in his heart, but he still waited for her to wake up before leaving.

Hua Zheng rubbed his eyes, "When I woke up just now, I saw a figure standing next to me, why is it missing now." She rubbed her lower abdomen, it didn't hurt anymore, but she was hungry.

"Sister Painting, you're awake, just right, eat something while it's hot."

"It's a pity, you're here! I'm dying of hunger. ”

He swallowed as he looked at the pancakes on his tray.

Seeing that the light mask had disappeared, he turned his footsteps and walked out, "Sister Painting, let's go eat outside, it's too cold here." ”

"Okay." The kite followed out of the ice room.

The two sat under a big tree and chatted while eating baked cakes, almost all of the ten baked cakes went into the stomach of the painting kite, and they didn't hesitate to just watch her eat, answer any questions, and from time to time hand her a cloth towel to wipe her mouth, and hold some rice soup or something.

The painting kite was full of food and drink, and hiccuped.

"Sister Zheng, are you still hungry?"

"So full...... painting zither touched his stomach, and the day when he ate and drank enough to sleep until he woke up naturally is coming.

It's just that it was changed from the Medicine King Valley to the Cloud Mist Mountain, and it's the same everywhere.

One day in the sky, one year underground, it has been a day since she came back to Yunwu Mountain, and another year has passed in the mortal world, I don't know if the pineapple will look for her.

"Sister Zheng, what are you thinking?"

"Thinking of a strange person." Feng Lige wished that she would leave the Medicine King Valley quickly, where would someone be sent to find her.

"What kind of strange person, good person?" I didn't hesitate to pick up the tray and prepare to take it for cleaning.

When he saw him stand up, he also stood up, "Sort of, he saved my life." For the boy who sought medical treatment, he did not agree to go down the mountain to save people, and he was not sure whether Feng Lige was a good person or a bad person.