The woman next door was subjected to a chemical attack all day, scolding and scolding until she finally shed a few tears, which were drooling from her eyes.

It just so happened that her son came back in the evening.

The woman lost her mind with jealousy: "Son, buy the little widow next door to her as a slave." ”

The first time I knew that there was a little widow's son next door, I was stunned, what was it?

The woman wept and leaned into his arms: "That little widow is not interested, and she will not let her serve you." ”

The son has a black line, and he is also clear about his mother's personality, and said: "Mother, is the person next door just an ordinary mortal?" ”

The woman choked, and her eyes rolled.

The son's heart was sure enough, and he mentioned his own affairs: "Outer disciple Dabi, mother don't make trouble for me at this time." ”

His tone was light, and he was visibly distant from the woman, and not all children and mothers were in harmony.

He was still a child when he came to Chaohuazong, and he was distressed when his mother was abused by his father when he was a child, so he had to take his mother away when he got the fairy fate. He thought, he wanted to save his mother.

However, people will always grow up, and when they grow up, they will look back on the past and find the truth that they couldn't find when they were children. He really admired his mother, and his mother relied on him with all her might, but the fragments of his memory flashed through the warm mother-son time he thought was actually only one sentence: son, you have to fight for your mother, so that your mother can live a good life.

At first, this made him cheer up, and later he would wonder why his mother's cold and warm greetings were all the subordinates taking care of her, and later, he understood.

He thought that he had fulfilled his mother's only wish and was to be raised for the rest of his life, and he would truly cultivate immortals without worry.

What kind of mother and son, even if he wanted to, she never thought about it.

The son put a spirit stone on the table, and sure enough, the woman's eyes shone with joy, put away the spirit stone, and never asked him a word from beginning to end if he was tired or tired in the door.

In this way, a few spirit stones can cut off the relationship, and he can't ask for it.

The son put down the spirit stone and left, the woman held the spirit stone and did not feel that there was anything wrong, the woman married her husband, she is now from the son, and the son raised her, which is justified.

It would be better if the son could get the little widow next door to honor her.

If Hu Qing knew about it, he would give her a sentence: You are afraid that your son will have a long life.

With the money, Hu Qing couldn't wait to buy the refining furnace, although it would cost more than half of the family's funds, she really couldn't wait.

Putting the medium-grade spirit stone in his purse, Hu Qing compared more than a dozen refining shops, listened to the gossip of many guests outside the door of people's houses, and finally bought a refining furnace in a time-honored store.

The guy nostrils are very disdainful of her, and he doesn't care about it, who makes her only afford the cheapest at the moment, and doesn't have additional services to enjoy. One day she became a rich man, and she had the opportunity to enjoy VIP treatment.

According to the guests, this time-honored brand is outdated in style, but the quality is definitely a top two.

Hu Qing does not pick the style, only seeks quality, and in her eyes, this simple refining furnace with only a few rough patterns has a clumsy and heavy texture beauty.

Happy home, bathing and changing, ready for the confession ceremony.

Silk: It's just a broken stove.

It is very simple to recognize the Lord, either divine consciousness or blood, and Hu Qing chooses to drop blood.

Hehe, as if she had a choice.

The surface of the refining furnace looks like a palm-sized bronze tripod, with a round body and a round lid, three legs and two ears. The wide band of the waist that floats around the ding body is the pattern.

This aesthetic is quite a straight man.

Hu lightly opened the lid, revealing a round inside, the inside is not absolutely smooth, but a small surface like scales, like a hand-hammered trace.

His left hand hung above the refining furnace, and his right hand held the dagger behind his back, and the tip of the knife slashed from the bottom to the top, and the blood flowed down instantly.

Oops, I'm so excited, I'm so energetic.

Hu Qing quickly put down the dagger, pulled the slippery buckle of the silk cloth on his left wrist and pulled it, and wrapped the slender wound in a few strokes.

Silk cloth: goo-goo. Get used to it.

Hu Qing was collecting medicine in the wild, and he was inevitably injured by thorny plants or animals, and when there was a wound, the silk cloth came forward.

Silk cloth himself never expected that the dragon trapped in the shallows had already surrendered its identity and was willing to recognize the Lord with blood, and this unreliable Lord dared to feed blood as food. In particular, I didn't feel respected at all.

Just get used to it.

The silk cloth that was used to it automatically stopped the bleeding for her, and Hu Qing, who didn't know what to do at all, looked down at the alchemy furnace. The blood flow is too fast, and it will cover the bottom of the ding at once, and it will not be necessary to recognize the Lord so much, and the blood will be wasted. She felt the palm of her left hand, and the blood seemed to be gone, so she removed the silk cloth again, and stuffed it into the refining furnace.

Silk: I'm special-

Hu Qing looked at the palm of his left hand, and sure enough, the wound had grown in a few seconds, and he couldn't see anything except a pink mark.

Praise the silk cloth: "Little cutie, it's really my intimate little assistant." ”

At this speed, some kind of towel and some kind of sticker are not your opponents.

Silk: You're just a man with one mouth.

Hu Qing pressed the silk cloth with two fingers and turned it around, and the silk cloth was completely numb.

Hu Huahua next to him screamed, disgusted.

Silk: You're not a good thing either.

Hu lightly held the refining furnace and licked his lips greedily, as if he was holding not a piece of metal lump but a life-saving delicacy.

It's no bad to say that it's life-saving, with the refining furnace, she can go to rent a refining room to practice to her heart's content, for so long, in addition to being able to absorb spiritual energy when striking iron, there is only one way to use spirit stones. Eating spirit stones, does she consume it? Or absorb the aura of nature and be more diligent and thrifty.

The only regret is that the rental price of the refining room is still ten lower-grade spirit stones a day, and I don't know if it will drop in the future, she now has more than seven hundred spirit stones, which can be squandered once.

She had already made up her mind to go and make money immediately after going this time.

After the palm-sized refining furnace dripped blood and recognized the master, Hu Qing established a mysterious relationship, and Hu Qing inexplicably understood how to use it, and his heart moved: "Long." "Throw the furnace into the open space of the courtyard.

I saw the small refining furnace dripping out, and the wind was good, and it fell to the ground whirring, making a dull sound with the ground.

Hu looked at it lightly, this is not magic, this is - spell. Someday, she will also be a magician.

Silk cloth: I don't have knowledge, as long as I recognize the Lord, mortals can also drive it. Oh, it was wrong. Mortals have no spiritual power, and they can't recognize the Lord.

The enlarged refining furnace was as high as Hu Qing's chest, and she pushed hard, but she couldn't push it. The walls of the furnace are very thick, as wide as a fist, and about a meter and a half in diameter. The three stout feet looked cute when they were small, but when they got bigger, they looked like crocodile's bent legs.

Hu Qing patted the refining furnace with satisfaction: "Yes, very good, at first glance, it looks like a good physique of a stoned person." ”

At this time, the paper crane flew in, and Hu thought lightly, what did the disgusted Qiao Yu do?

(End of chapter)