Since that dialogue, after a night of shy and sweet dreams, Clankle has entered the role of housewife with great skill. Now that she knows that she is a married person, she can no longer be as indifferent as in the past, and she has to learn to be steady.

My husband is not an ordinary person, and he will not stay here forever in the future, and when the time comes, he will always jump around like a child. Of course, that's an afterthought, what I have to do now is to take care of my husband, accompany him, and help him get through this difficulty, so that we can look forward to and create a better life together.

With a conclusion in mind, Ding Dong started planning seriously, and the central theme was one word: eating.

This is the only thing she can do except accompany her silently.

"Gotta do it well. Jingle Bell said hard to herself.

With an idea, Dingdong quickly got busy, she cleaned up the boar again, picked out the finest and most tender meat, and then went to the vegetable field she planted to check, according to the growth of which day, which kind of match, and then Dingdong Tilan went up the mountain, looking for the fattest wild mushrooms, mushrooms, turf, and used to pick first, and remember the location when she didn't need it, and the next time she would get a fresh picture.

It is worth mentioning that even Chubby has begun to play a role, and is busy with Dingdong; this guy's tongue is very long, and some high and steep places can't go up, so he can use his tongue as a hand; the most important thing is that Chubby is naturally sensitive to food, and he actually took Dingdong to find a huge Ganoderma lucidum, and dug out an old yellow essence.

"That's good stuff!"

Living in the mountains and wilderness for a long time, Ding Dong knows that the thing is a big supplement, and the old one even becomes a sperm; the yellow essence skin is golden, afraid that it will not be a hundred years long, on the way back, Ding Dong happily covered it in his arms, for fear of running away.

Meat and vegetables are fragrant. Nourishing and recuperating, Ding Dong tried his best to improve the food for her husband, tore all his clothes, and injured himself. So she got rid of her old habits, and every time she went home, she was quiet and silent, waiting to take care of herself. When the wound is covered, he will generously go out to visit her husband, the man who fell from the sky.

Like a newlywed housewife, just as Ding Dong was working hard for the future with tenderness and hope, she suddenly found that her husband was getting weaker and weaker, and even began to go on a hunger strike!

In ten days, I don't know how many circles I drew and how many times I failed; From distraction to special affairs, slowly, Shisanlang couldn't tolerate anything else in his mind, only to draw circles.

There were signs of this, and after that night, the time Thirteen spent focusing on it became longer and longer, and the time he spent talking to Clankle became shorter and shorter, and by the third day, he stopped talking. Even if you eat, you feel like a nerd. At first, Clank Bell thinks he's in trouble, but then slowly realizes that something is wrong. Until the seventh day, Thirteen Lang never opened the formation again, and drew a circle wholeheartedly.

"How can you do without eating? Sooner or later you're going to die. ”

Dingdong thought so to herself, so she stopped, waited outside the battle all day and all night, and rested for a while when she was sleepy. Always be ready to welcome your husband to his senses.

It's been another three days, and the situation on Thirteen Lang's side is still the same, and Ding Dong can't sit still. After a night of hard thinking, she slowly brewed a plan in her heart, and her expression slowly became firm.

The next day. Jingle Bell spends the whole day making food, all kinds of food.

She stewed the unsalted boar meat, cut it into jerky and hung it carefully on the eaves of the porch, covered it with a cloth to prevent dust, and she washed the rest of the vegetables, and then began to make cakes with noodles. She made a lot of cakes, some of them wrapped up in rolls and put them out properly, and some of them were packed up with the strips of meat that had been cooled and dried, and she took a water bladder from the bottom of the box, boiled it and filled it with boiling water, and finally, Ding Dong packed up a few pieces of clothing, and then took out the most precious wolfskin jacket, and carefully put it away together.

That was the result of Brother Gray back then, which was a little broken, but it was very useful in the mountains and in the wild, especially at night.

Turning back and forth twice, Ding Dong felt that nothing was missing and put his mind at ease.

That night, she didn't accompany Shisanlang anymore, but had a full meal, went back to bed early, and had a good night's sleep.

Early in the morning, Ding Dong got up early in the morning, put the packed clothes, food, and water bladders on his back, and walked to Shisanlang's side.

Over the past few days, Ding Dong has known the habit of Thirteen Lang, and before the sun will rise, it is the time of his pranayama, which is the most peaceful and calm.

Through the formation, through the frost, Ding Dong looked at the haggard face, looked and looked, looked and looked, and looked and looked, and couldn't get tired of seeing it.

"I've just gotten married, so I can't be widowed right away. ”

Silently saying in his heart, Ding Dong walked to the place where the firewood was originally stacked, picked up the axe and put it behind his back, called Fatty, and turned around and went out.

Without a moment's hesitation, Ding Dong went straight north.

Ding Dong didn't ask for Thirteen Lang's opinion, because she knew that he would definitely not agree, and she didn't leave a word to tell her, she thought that if her brother woke up halfway, she would be worried when she saw the word.

"It's still good like this, it won't affect cultivation. ”

"Quack!" cried out the fat man on his shoulder, his voice a little uneasy.

"Shhhhh ”

Jingle Bell frightened it fiercely, and it was full of energy and fighting spirit, and went all the way into the mountains and forests

The hostess is gone, the small courtyard is even more deserted, and Thirteen Lang is unaware of this, and still draws circles.

He painted on the ground, on his body, on his hands, on his legs, in his head, day after day. I don't know how many days passed, but one day and night, when he looked up again, he found that there were several more stars in the sky at once.

"What a good thing!"

There are two sides of the Tao just recognized, and there are thousands of avenues since ancient times, and each additional star means that Shisanlang has one more reference and one more teacher who can be emulated.

After painting for so many days, there have been several conflicts in the middle, and the Xuan Ying Qi and the mad spirit continue to confront, and there is not much left. Jusanro knew he needed to seize his chance, and he knew that he was close to success.

He looked at the stars in the sky, and deduced what he had deduced in his mind again and again, and he had forgotten himself for a long time. At this time, he didn't notice that a round ring appeared above his head at some point, flickering like a halo of light, like a curious eye.

After watching for a long time, Shisanlang stretched out his hand again, the momentum was as heavy as lifting a mountain, the pen was as light as a wind dance, the speed was as fast as lightning, and it was elegant in the air.

It's done.

It is not a circle that is drawn. It's the feeling of achievement like milk, one finger settled, and the moment Thirteen Lang ended up, his body was as soft as a noodle to the ground, and he didn't know who was there.

The ice is still there, and the face of Thirteen Lang in the ice is no longer just haggard. But he is as old as middle-aged and about to be old, as if his vitality is instantly emptied, and his energy is lost.

The thought of success flashed, and Jusan Lang fell to the ground and fell asleep.

No one saw it again, and the circle floated silently in the air, neither white nor black, but a dull chaos, thick and solid like lead ink.

The wind blows and blows into the ring without blocking. It just disappeared out of thin air, and the dust in the wind, and the light in the sky, all disappeared as if absorbed.

There was another ring next to the gray ring, and the aura that hung above Thirteen Lang's head at first flew up, flickering three feet away from the gray ring, and he watched for a long time, trembling many times. Ultimately. The aura flew back above Thirteen Lang's head and burrowed into his body like qi. Hide yourself.

Thirteen Lang didn't know any of this, and in his sleep, he felt something else, and his palms were hot.

The whole body is cold, but the heat flow in the palm of the hand is slow, gentle, continuous, and seemingly endless. Like a spring that connects to the earth. As the spring flowed, the traces of old age on Thirteen Lang's face slowly disappeared, and he returned to the way he was young.

He also heard some sounds, which were not only repeated indistinctly, but also carefully distinguished. Just two words.

"The Message"

There is a back, but he really can't hear what it is, even these two words, Thirteen Lang thinks that he is dreaming, dreaming for three days and nights

Three days later, Thirteen Lang woke up from his dream, and the time happened to be night, which made him feel that he had just taken a nap.

The gray ring was still there, and a feeling of linkage from the heart arose, and Thirteen Lang first raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, feeling the mana.

This is the first time he has checked himself in many days, and he doesn't know if he doesn't check, and his expression changed dramatically and he exclaimed.

"Thank you!"

After drawing circles for so long, you don't have to think about it to know how much loss there is, plus this world is dissipating all the time, and the total amount is incalculable. However, now, Thirteen Lang's cultivation is not only full, but also has increased sevenfold!

It's simply impossible!

Xie is a mad spirit, thank him for giving so much power, but between entering the realm, Thirteen Lang knows that his cultivation is far more than that of the god cultivator, and now like this, no god monk can tolerate such a deep cultivation, it must explode!

Again, no matter how capable the mad spirit is, it can't increase its capacity.

"Raw?"

The thought flashed through him, and Shisanro quickly shook his head in rejection, knowing that he had not yet crossed the habitat.

This time it's not because of the Dharma.

"Cultivation should be related to this realization, I have a Dao thought, and the Madness Spirit Dao itself is the Dao, not pure power, so it will be like this. ”

"As for habitat, it should have a whole new interpretation, or say: an interpretation that belongs to me!"

In his own words, Thirteen Lang snorted at the ring he had drawn with his own hands.

"Raw!"

The majestic vitality surged instantly, the gray ring changed color like white jade, but the eyes could see the color of the mountains and rivers, and the people were alive.

"Extinguish!"

The breath of death was born for no reason, the ink was thick and absorbed the light, and there was a terrible ghost cry in his ears, and he suddenly suffered from the Netherworld Purgatory.

"Spirit!"

"Demon!"

"Forbidden!"

"Fire!"

After a lot of tests, the circle was vividly changed from the heart to life, and the purple flame walked like a dragon and snake, and the life and destruction of spirits and demons were all in it.

"This is just the first step, it can be improved, and there are wind and thunder that can be added. ”

After trying it and coming to the first conclusion, Shisanlang thought about it seriously and said, "My Dao is young, but my strength is strong enough to seal you." ”

Without hesitation, Thirteen Lang beckoned lightly, and the ring that returned to the color of chaos flew into his body, and lightly set it on the ball that was only the size of the tip of his thumb.

It's very stable.

After the stability was settled, the changes followed, and first of all, the power sent by the mad spirit was immediately cut off, and it was estimated that the giant on the opposite side would breathe a sigh of relief. In addition, it is Thirteen Lang himself, there is no need to force the mana at all, the ice outside Thirteen Lang's body is broken, and after it is broken, it doesn't even have time to melt, and it directly dissipates into breath.

How can the cold without a source compete with the transformed yang fire.

"Finally"

Finally!

There are no words to describe it, Jusan Lang is anxious to share the joy with others, and returns to the real world in an instant.

"Jingle Bell. ”

No one answered, and Thirteen Lang looked up at the sky, looking puzzled.

"Jingle Bell?"

His heart jumped slightly, his consciousness was released, and Shisanlang was shocked.

"Clank!"

(To be continued......)