(Cat flutter Chinese) is no longer the oppressive feeling of carrying a pig on the body, the internal organs are relaxed and comfortable, and there is only a slight feeling on the back of the phoenix, as if covered with a thin quilt, a little force, it can be turned aside.

Secretly overjoyed, his heart was relieved, he suddenly reduced the coercion, could it be that he let her go?

Standing up with her hands on the ground, she got rid of the coercion, and she looked back refreshed.

At this time, the child, who was still in high spirits until just now, had bent over and fell to the ground, his whole body trembled, he was like a patient with a sudden epilepsy, but the shaking posture looked slightly more elegant than when a mortal had epilepsy.

The secret retribution can be regarded as finding the right person, and the descendant slaps the hem of his sticky clothes comfortably.

She didn't plan to take a closer look, she had just escaped death, so there was no reason to take the initiative to send the head back, right?

"Save ...... Save ......" could not speak, and the child's little hands stretched hard, trying to grasp the sleeves that were close at hand.

However, his shoulders shook so often that he closed his eyes and relaxed, and when he opened them again, he still couldn't control the direction of his fingers.

Trembling and trembling, the child is like a newborn fawn, exposed to predators without cover.

Although he couldn't say anything decent, it only took him a second to understand his intentions.

In front of him, he obviously couldn't control the movement of his fingers, and this trembling look, eighty percent of the disease that needed to be alleviated by the thorn melt fruit, he couldn't figure it out on his own, so he could only pin his hope on the few in her bag.

But as an ancient clan, and also a kind of ancient clan who are good at business, shouldn't they calculate the time of the onset of illness?

Since he can't even take out his sleeve after the onset of the disease, why doesn't he take the medicine early before it burns?

This disease can't be faked, right? But with him completely dominant, is there any point in pretending to be sick?

In this way, it seems that the retribution for killing the villagers is really coming.

Even the condition that had always been stable broke out in advance, and he was caught off guard by killing him like this.

Sympathetic to the retribution suffered by the child, but the phoenix did not mean to come to the rescue, but fell into the choice of whether to save the person again.

Theoretically, since she didn't save those villagers just now, she shouldn't save this ancient clan now, after all, she can't be treated differently because of his noble status.

And this disease may not be fatal, and it is good for him to suffer a few times.

Ignoring the child's forced moans on the ground, Xia Huang decided not to rush to escape, anyway, he couldn't slow down for a while, and she could find her way out leisurely.

And that path is probably around the thorny molten tree, the problem is, she doesn't know what the road looks like, does she need to touch the mechanism too?

Looking around, the light in the space was so bright that she could see far away without staring.

"Save the ......" struggled to speak, curled up on the ground, the child's full lips slowly sobbed, and he couldn't string a complete sentence word by word: "Yes...... Ancient times...... Decay ......"

Her eyes were deflected, and she was concentrating on finding the way, and she only heard the word 'decay', and after thinking about it quickly, she felt a little unbearable in her heart, could it be that he was an ancient clan whose primordial gods were about to fail?

But his appearance is still a child, not to mention the pattern of the flying bird stepping on the dragon that he saw on the jade plate before, if he remembers correctly, it should be the totem of the ancient Jumang clan.

The ancient race of this branch is no different from the other ancient races, and it is also at the time of 500 years that the primordial body transforms into an adult form.

His appearance has not yet grown to five hundred years old, how could he fail early?

You must know that the primordial spirit of the ancient clan will not be exhausted until at least a thousand years old, and the extra five hundred years in the middle will be enough to change the dynasty.

The time difference is so far that it is difficult to explain what is happening at the moment.

What's more, if you want to get through the hurdle of exhaustion, you can only find an immortal beast that suits your own primordial god, no matter what, there is no reason to replace it with a thorn melt fruit.

"Exhausted?" Too lazy to think about it, Yi Huang simply asked him directly.

The child curled up on the ground was weak, almost unconscious, and when he heard the sound, he pursed his lips tightly and nodded to her with difficulty.

Just nodded a few times, his gray eyes were no longer focused, his eyes were blurry, all the colors were swirling and mixed together, he was very dizzy, he hung his head uncontrollably and closed his eyes.

"How do you say it's dead...... "Seeing his head droop down on the ground, she hurriedly walked over.

Squatting in front of the child, Yihuang pinched his cheek without pity, and after a lot of effort, she finally relied on her hand to pinch open the tightly pursed mouth.

Two of them! Distressed, he took out the thorn molten fruit, and Yihuang didn't know how much he needed to eat.

Depressed, she stuffed the fruit into her pale lips, she only hoped that if this thing unfortunately died for a while, the thorny molten fruit in his sleeve would not dissipate with the exhausted primordial spirit.

She is not a benevolent church, and she doesn't want to do this kind of loss-making thing!

Smoothly stuffed two thorn molten fruits, and waited quietly for a while, but the child still did not get better.

"You're not going to eat again, are you?" sighed and touched out two more, her heart could no longer be described as distressed......

It's a pity that the newly stuffed thorn molten fruit is like a mud cow entering the sea, and it still does not arouse the child's reaction, and he is ruthless, and the descendants stuff it into him one by one.

"Hand ...... The hand of this seat ......, "The thorn molten fruit is still a little useful, and after slowing down some strength, he said a few more words."

Could it be that there is something wrong with the hand in the dark path? Yi Huang grabbed his trembling hand and looked back and forth a few times, but it was delicate and smooth and found no abnormality.

"What hand?" Asked suspiciously, there was so little information that she couldn't guess what he wanted to say, "Anyway, you can't use your strength to focus on the key points, and if you don't say one less 'honza', won't you be able to say more individual words?" ”

There was no sound in the silent space, and looking at the child who was lying on the ground in worry, Yihuang seemed to hear his own heartbeat.

I wanted to kick him up irritably, but it was just a 'hand' word, where did she guess?

Looking carefully at the child's hands, they were weak and boneless, and their pale pink palms were covered with sweat, but there were no relevant hints embedded in them.

Just as he was about to put down his hand, the pale pink color of the palm suddenly spread out, quickly condensing on ten fingertips.

The deep red seemed to rush out of the fingertips, and the thin skin was bulging with the impact, as if there were ten rampaging insects, and the child's fingertips bulged out unnaturally at once. (To be continued.) )

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