Chapter 8: The Nine Murderous Burial Dragons (3)

When Fang Ling surfaced out of the pool, Zhao Meng and Wei Cheng were in a hurry by the pool, and when they saw him come out, they breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

After Fang Ling came out of it, the arrow marten also swam out of it, crawled to the edge of the pool, shook his whole body, and licked his hair with his small mouth.

"This ...... What is this?" Zhao Meng and the others had never seen such a thing, and they couldn't help but be taken aback.

Fang Ling smiled slightly, beckoned to it, and said, "Little mink, we are going to go." ”

The arrow marten jumped onto Fang Ling's shoulder, slipped and fell into his arms, poking out a small head from it, looking at the world that had not been seen for three hundred years.

Fang Ling touched its little head lovingly, he didn't expect the fierce beast to be so loyal, willing to stay in that cave for three hundred years, feeding on the liquid of those fruit tree stalactites, it was really rare in the world.

He inherited Huo Junyuan's favor and got this spiritual object, he would definitely go to Qin State one day and hand over the letter to the Huo family.

After returning to the imperial city, Fang Ling asked Commander Li for a topographic map of the valley floor, and compared it with the pamphlet left by Huo Junyuan, he had a number of the place where the dragon was buried.

And from the mouth of Commander Li, Fang Ling also knew that tomorrow at noon would be the day when the three generals would come.

Fang Ling was not in a hurry to reveal the mystery of the strange disease, first, he needed to recuperate before he could deal with the soul of the poisonous dragon, the poisonous dragon was the tenth-ranked fierce beast, what a terrifying existence, even with the help of Huo Junyuan's remnant soul, even if the strength of the soul of the poisonous dragon could not be compared with the real body, but if he was not careful, he might lose his life.

On the other hand, he also wanted to see what tricks Zhu Conghou was playing, so that he could safely use the troops at the bottom of the valley, so everything had to wait until the luncheon the next day.

Therefore, he asked Commander Li to tell Xi Zhengyong, saying that he also wanted to participate in tomorrow's banquet, and Xi Zhengyong naturally would not refuse.

When everything was done, Fang Ling returned to the house, and the little mink suddenly came out of his clothes, landed on the table, shrugged his nose at the plate of fruit on the table and sniffed it, then grabbed one and took a bite, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he feasted on it.

Fang Ling couldn't help but smile, he lay on the bed and rested for a while, and then remembered the matter of the Tianshan Ice Mother, so he took out the medicine tripod.

Don't look at the Tianshan Ice Mother only cut a small piece, but it is as heavy as steel, because it condenses the essence of the iceberg, which can release cold air indefinitely.

However, as soon as he picked up the medicine tripod, Fang Ling couldn't help frowning, he didn't notice it when he was in a hurry to come back on the road just now, but now when he held it in his hand, how could he feel that the weight of this medicine tripod was much lighter, as if there was nothing in it.

He hurriedly put the medicine tripod on the table, opened the lid and looked at it, and was immediately taken aback, the Tianshan Ice Mother was actually gone!

Strange things happened again, and Fang Ling couldn't help but recall the incident when the silver light grass disappeared not long ago, he touched his chin and thought, the Tianshan Ice Mother is a strange thing in heaven and earth, and he has walked smoothly along the way, it is impossible for such a big thing to get out of the dinglid and jump out, and even if the Tianshan Ice Mother really melts, there should be a puddle of water in it, but it is dry.