If Zhao Jing's brain is compared to a sea, then half of this sea is cold seawater.

This is the sequelae of Zhao Jing's previous use of the golden body and the sequelae of going mad once.

The little monk's special massage method can allow Zhao Jing to stimulate the cold breath to a greater extent.

But the maximum amount that can be stimulated is only the amount of a small stream, and there is a long way to go to evaporate this whole piece of seawater through spitting.

Zhao Jing had no choice but to endure the pain and try his best to maintain the maximum excitation, and the speed of exhalation also accelerated, neutralizing more of the cold aura.

In this way, it can reduce the probability of going mad when the golden body is in the golden body, and at the same time, it can also improve qigong.

Because of the cold aura that was stimulated at all times, Zhao Jing's mood at this time also changed, and he was full of indifferent emotions.

"Master Zhao, can you still bear it? If you can't bear it, Wuzen stops. ”

Zhao Jing's sideburns were already oozing with cold sweat, and while his expression was painful, there was also a hint of coldness, the little monk lowered his head, found Zhao Jing's abnormality, and was a little unbearable, and said.

"Nope! Don't stop! ”

Zhao Jing said in a deep voice, and the green tendons on his forehead were even more hideous.

The little monk shook his head, sighed lightly, and the force that had just slowed down a little suddenly increased again!

"Ahh

Zhao Jing raised his neck suddenly, letting out a beastly roar.

This lasted for several hours, and Zhao Jing slowly withdrew the cold breath under the massage of the little monk.

After the vomiting was completely over, Zhao Jing's stomach "gurgled" a few times, and then Zhao Jing felt a strong feeling of fasting coming up from his lower abdomen.

Which one of the great powers said that Tuna's cultivation can open the valley, stand up, I promise not to kill you!

This is obviously an extremely exhausting and strenuous exercise......

Zhao Jing is now like a beggar who hasn't eaten for a few days, starving to death.

opened the door and found that Zhao Feiyan, who was wearing an apron, was standing outside the door, gesturing in his hand and about to knock on the door.

Zhao Jing was like a devastated flower, his face was haggard, and he spoke weakly: "Are you ready?" ”

Zhao Feiyan put down his hand, nodded, looked at his tired face, and said with some distress: "Hurry up and wash your hands and eat." ”

"That's great!"

Zhao Jing laughed a few times, and hurriedly ran to the bathroom to wash his hands.

on the dining table.

Zhao Feiyan was eating as if nothing was happening, while Zhuang Yan and the little girl forgot to move the tableware in their hands, opened their mouths wide, and looked at Zhao Jing who was gobbling up on the other side in a daze.

The black cat also only eats cat food quietly on the side.

Taking a big bite of rice, eating vegetables, and pouring soup violently, Zhao Jing was like a gluttonous at this time.

Zhao Yuan had a small napkin hanging from his neck, holding a small spoon in his hand, and his eyes were wide.

"Daddy, are you a pig?"

"Hmm...... No...... Not...... It's ......"

Zhao Jing spoke vaguely and continued to sweep frantically.

After a while, the white rice in the rice cooker had completely bottomed out.

After all, the amount of food in the pot is limited, and the rice in the pot is not all the credit of Zhao Jing, he just eats a few more bowls than usual.

Zhao Jing stood up and looked at the bottom of the pot, and silently took the bowl back.

Zhao Feiyan looked at him and asked lightly, "You're not full yet?" ”

"One bowl of ...... missing"

Zhao Jing's expression was a little embarrassed, he didn't expect that practicing was such an energy-consuming thing, resulting in not enough food to eat.

In the past plots, the more you practice, the more you practice, the more energetic you become, and you can even easily clear the valley. Now, Zhao Jing realizes that it is all a lie.

Zhao Feiyan looked at the rice in the porcelain bowl in her hand, only ate a few bites, she handed the bowl of rice to Zhao Jing, and said, "You eat first!" ”

Zhao Jing was stunned and didn't answer immediately.

And Zhao Yuan, who had a few grains of rice on his lips, raised the spoon and protested: "Mom, I'm not full!" ”

The little girl still doesn't know how to use chopsticks, she uses a spoon, and she eats slowly, Zhuang Yan and the little monk's bowl of rice is already full of the second bowl, and her small plastic bowl has just bottomed out.

"Give it to the child first!"

Zhao Jing took the rice bowl and was about to pour it into his daughter's bowl, and then a pair of chopsticks blocked him in front of him.

Zhao Feiyan said: "You eat enough first to take a rest, and I'll cook a porridge for her later." ”

Zhao Feiyan's tone was unquestionable, Zhao Jing only glanced at his daughter apologetically, and then poured the rice from the bowl into his own bowl.

The little girl puffed up her greasy mouth, and her eyes were full of small resentment when she looked at Zhao Jing.

Hmph, dad is a bad guy, he even robbed a child's job! ╭(╯ε╰)╮

Zhao Jing looked at her little eyes while picking up rice, and his expression was [laughing and crying].

……

Zhao Jing was full, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, he did not go directly into the studio, but sat cross-legged in the hall, and began to breathe normally, not letting go of any trace of qi practice time except for eating, drinking, and Lazar.

Using the cold breath to stimulate breathing, after all, the load is too great, and the retreat is not closed with life, and four hours of such a state is already the limit.

Zhao Yuan came out with a bowl of porridge, put it on the table in the hall, knelt on the floor and drank the porridge slowly, while looking at his father who was cultivating on his knees.

"Dad, when are you going to play with me? You didn't even play with me when you came back today......"

Zhao Yuan muttered while drinking porridge with a small spoon.

However, Zhao Jing closed his eyes and did not make any reaction.

Zhao Yuan looked up at Zhao Feiyan who came over, and whispered, "Mom, what's wrong with Dad?" Why don't you play with Yuanyuan? ”

Zhao Feiyan touched her head and whispered, "Your father is practicing hard, and then protect Yuan Yuan and Mom." ”

"Oh!"

Zhao Yuan nodded seriously, and returned to the restaurant with the bowl, not wanting to disturb his father's practice anymore.

Zhao Feiyan looked at Zhao Jing, who was sitting cross-legged, and exhaled heavily.

Her brain is more sensitive than ordinary people, and she can feel that Zhao Jing seems to have encountered some difficult difficulties that are difficult to solve, but she is fighting alone.

Late at night, Zhao Feiyan watched her daughter fall asleep before she came downstairs and quietly stood next to Zhao Jing.

When Zhao Jing opened his eyes, he was surrounded by Sister Yan, who had just fallen asleep on the sofa, and a hot supper on the table.

……