Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel, Gu Qinglan hurriedly pulled Ji Xiaoxiao away and comforted her gently.

"Xiaoxiao, I'm fine, you listen to my sister." Ding Ermiao opened his eyes and smiled reluctantly in the mist.

"Ermiao......" Seeing that Ding Ermiao's tone was still relatively relaxed, Ji Xiaoxiao finally stopped talking and took two steps back.

Amid the sound of gurgling water, the heat continued to increase.

Standing three feet away from the stove, you can feel the heat wave coming to your face.

"Ding Ermiao, how are you feeling now?" Wu Zhanzhan asked with his hands behind his back and expressionlessly.

"It's okay, I can still hold on to ......," Ding Ermiao said.

But before he finished speaking, Ding Ermiao's face changed.

Because at this moment, he suddenly felt a tightness around his waist, and the corpse whip unconsciously and automatically wrapped around his waist!

In an instant, that familiar feeling of horror hit my heart again.

Because last time in Liu Bowen's burial palace, the corpse whip was from the water, unknowingly wrapped around himself.

The difference is that last time it was cold water, and this time it was hot water.

Last time it was in distress, but this time it was in torment.

The corpse whip wrapped around Ding Ermiao's waist and swam like a snake.

"Senior sister, the corpse whip is moving, it's entangled with me!" Ding Ermiao didn't know why this was happening, so he exclaimed.

Wu Zhanzhan waved his hand, his face was happy, and said, "Don't make a fuss, this is the first step in recognizing the master of the magic weapon." You let it go, don't fight it. ”

"Why?" Ding Ermiao asked.

At this time, the whip tip of the corpse whip had climbed up Ding Ermiao's neck like a vine, and it was getting tighter and tighter, making it a little difficult for Ding Ermiao to speak and breathe.

"Because the whip is also suffering, and when it is cornered, it will attack indiscriminately. At this time, you must remember not to fight against it, but to trust it and try to be in tune with it! Wu Zhanzhan spoke quickly, with unconcealable excitement.

"Ming, understood...... Ding Ermiao nodded, his face was already suffocated.

Ji Xiaoxiao was on the side, her nervous face pale. If she hadn't been hugged by Gu Qinglan, she would have rushed over a long time ago.

In the hot potion, Ding Ermiao let the corpse whip strangle his neck, tried to communicate with the corpse whip in his heart, and said silently: "Corpse whip, corpse whip, we are a family, you suffer, I don't feel good, this is the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other......"

Wan Shu was on the side, seeing all the misery of Ding Ermiao, and probably thought that in the future, he would also go through the process of recognizing the master of the magic weapon, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"What are you sweating about?" Wu Zhanzhan glared at Wan Shugao.

"Uncle Shi, look at Brother Ermiao's eyes are about to fall...... Wan Shugao said.

Indeed, Ding Ermiao's two eyes bulged out like goldfish, looking so scary.

"What is this? Impermanence confessed to the Lord and strangled me to faint several times. Wu Zhanzhan snorted, looking disapproving.

Ding Ermiao in the wooden barrel was completely unable to breathe, his chest and lungs almost exploded, his mind was also chaotic, and the figure in front of him was also blurred.

But he still had a trace of sobriety, kept in mind Wu Zhanzhan's instructions, and let it go.

Just when Ding Ermiao was about to lose consciousness, his neck suddenly loosened, and the corpse whip suddenly slipped down.

Call......

Ding Ermiao breathed a long sigh of relief and coughed several times before gradually calming down.

"Ermiao, are you okay?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked nervously and heartbrokenly.

"I'm fine, it's just a little hot......"

Ji Xiaoxiao looked at it and said hurriedly: "Then what should I do, why don't you come up or add some cold water?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, if you don't succeed in recognizing the Lord this time, it will be even more troublesome next time!" Wu Zhanzhan immediately interrupted Ji Xiaoxiao's words, turned his head and said to Ding Ermiao:

"Ermiao, listen, after this run-in with the corpse whip, there will be another time."

Ding Ermiao nodded weakly: "And?" Well, I'll stay up. ”

"No, it's not for you to stay up, you listen to me." 吴展zhan says:

"The next time the necroshal whip haunts you again, try to control it with your mind and let it break through the tub on its own. If you can do this, then you have confessed the Lord successfully. ”

So hard? Is it possible?

Ding Ermiao was stunned, but still nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Wan Shugao, take out the unburned firewood and firewood in the pot and let the potion cool slowly." Wu Zhanzhan said.

Wan Shugao nodded hurriedly, took out the firewood with tongs, and doused it with water.

Ji Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there was no fire under the pot, Ding Ermiao would not be cooked.

"Ding Ermiao continues to soak in it, don't disturb him with the others, let's rest for a while." Wu Zhanzhan stepped to the side and said, "After the potion is completely cooled, add fire and continue to burn." ”

Ji Xiaoxiao originally wanted to ask about Ding Ermiao's situation, but when she heard Wu Zhanzhan say this, she had to be silent.

Anyway, Wu Zhanzhan is here to help this time, and Ji Xiaoxiao is not easy to contradict her.

Wu Zhanzhan didn't care about Ji Xiaoxiao and the others, and went back to the front room to drink tea and rest.

Wan Shugao saw that he was okay at the moment, and also hid to the side to smoke.

Ji Xiaoxiao and Gu Qinglan were guarding in the backyard, looking at Ding Ermiao in the barrel, with a look of concern and worry.

Knowing that Ji Xiaoxiao refused to leave, Gu Qinglan walked into the house and brought Ji Xiaoxiao a cup of tea.

That big pot of water boils very slowly and cools slowly.

It wasn't until three hours later, at lunchtime, that the water in the pot and bucket cooled down completely.

But Ding Ermiao didn't know that this potion was so weird, once it cooled down, it was even more piercing than ice water.

It stands to reason that it is already spring, and at room temperature, the temperature of the potion should be around ten degrees.

But in the potion, a chill hit irresistibly, penetrating the bone marrow. Ding Ermiao sat inside, his lips black from the cold, and his whole body trembled.

"It's cold, isn't it? Wait until the fire starts, and that's it. Wu Zhanzhan walked over with Wan Shugao, full of wine and food, and said with a little schadenfreude.

Wan Shugao smiled, sat back under the stove, and prepared to light the fire.

"Zhan Zhan, do you want Er Miao to eat something first?" Gu Qinglan hesitated and said, "He hasn't eaten anything since the morning. ”

"If you don't eat for a day, and you don't starve to death, you will talk about it in the evening." Wu Zhanzhan categorically rejected Gu Qinglan's suggestion, waved his hand and said, "Ten thousand books are burning high!" ”

Wan Shugao agreed and lit a fire.

Wu Zhanzhan still walked around the pot stove with his hands behind his back, strolling leisurely.

Gu Qinglan was worried, pulled Wu Zhanzhan and walked a few steps, and asked in a low voice:

"Zhan Zhan, look at this situation, it is estimated that it will take for Er Miao to complete the magic weapon and recognize the master?"

(Yangzhou Book Group)