Half of it is painful and half of it is numb and hot, and I have to say that it is a wonderful experience.

Hu Qing felt that maybe she was crazy, and she wanted to get out of this terrible illusion.

At this moment, Hu Huahua bit into Hu Qing's face.

The sharp little milk teeth can chew bones, and Hu Qing's face hurts, and he opens his eyes. For a second, find yourself in your own situation. Whoosh jumped to pick up the flowers and ran out, ran to the door and slipped out without knowing what to step on, and rolled in under the reaction force of the things under his feet.

Hu Qing didn't think much about it, and closed the door suddenly.

Whew, it's so cool.

Hu Qing held Hu Huahua with one hand, and fanned himself with the other, huh, huh.

lowered his head and screamed: "Huahua, what's wrong with your hair?" ”

Hu lightly raised the flower in front of her, and saw the earthy yellow hair she had dyed with her own hands, scorched here and there, accompanied by the strange smell of high-protein burning.

"It stinks."

Hu Huahua raised her head: Please look at my eyes, you are not much better.

A pair of clear black eyes are like crystal mirrors, and there are two of them reflected in them—ugly and weird.

"Ahh

I saw that her forehead was scorched with blood, and the ugly scar left by the original hit the wall was no longer visible. And the hairline went up, and there was a large piece of paste. It's over, she's going to be bald.

This is still second, and the most important thing is that at this moment, her face is as red as a boiled shrimp, and her scalp is even more red.

She touched her neck, and her hands and neck were so hot that they were on fire. When I pulled back my sleeves, the skin on my arms was red, and the sweat evaporated before it could flow out of my pores.

To die, she was going to be roasted to death.

Hu Qing hurriedly sat down, kept her mind one, and ran the heart trick that Shui Xin taught her.

I don't know why she always feels that she can "see" the situation in her body, and when she "sees", sure enough, the fire in her body is destroying the prairie and decaying. Hu Qing was a little confused, I don't know if her nerves have been burned by the fire or if she has a fire spirit root, she only feels heat and doesn't feel pain.

The one that hurts is the head, it seems that there is a team of contractors engaged in decoration inside, clanging and rumbling, very noisy and annoying and painful, but it can bear it.

Silkcloth: That's my mercy.

Hu lightly runs the heart trick, and the spiritual power of the dantian comes out to run and returns to the dantian every day, all the way like reopening the river and widening the waterway. Some of the flames were carried into the dantian by the reconnected river and became obedient. As the spiritual power ran over and over again, the river opened up wider and wider, new branches joined in, and more and more flames were submitted. I don't know how many times, finally all the fires in the body were returned to the dantian. Hu Qing hasn't stopped, hitting over and over again.

Her thoughts, prepared. What if there is a bigger fire next time? Pre-disaster prevention is better than post-disaster reconstruction.

Silkcloth: It's not stupid after all.

I don't know how long it took, Hu Qing finally opened her eyes, and immediately smelled an unpleasant smell, which came from herself.

Hu Qing glanced down, disgusted, ran quickly to the yard and jumped into the pool, picked up all the clothes in the water, and then washed the clothes before coming up.

Looking at the water, the black stain washed off is gone, and it is obvious that the cleaning array is working.

Hu Qing put on her clothes and remembered that she was rich, so she should buy herself a replacement of clothes, this kind with spiritual power.

Keeping this in mind, Hu Qing returned to the eaves, and ignored her when she saw Hu Huahua holding herself and licking her hair.

Hu Qing was embarrassed: "Huahua, my mother is wrong, Huahua is not smelly, Huahua is the most beautiful." Mom will do the styling of Flowey. ”

Hu Huahua's body stiffened, so you came to torture me?

Hu Qing objected to his objection, spread a cloth on the table, put him on the cloth, and took small scissors and a small comb to cut and scissors.

Hu Qing felt that he had a professional vision and professional skills, and finally wiped him with a soft cloth, and was very satisfied with his technique: "It's so handsome." Flowey is really manly. ”

Masculine = masculine = board size.

Hu Huahua looked at herself in the mirror and had nothing to love: I'm just a dog - bah, I'm not a dog.

Hu Huahua ignored her, squirmed to the edge of the table and jumped hard, jumped into the sofa, and closed herself up.

Hu Qing: "I think it's very good-looking, what a young guy." ”

I went over and stroked it twice, and I remembered the refining room, it was broken, and the ground fire was not turned off.

Hu Qing hurriedly stepped back and pushed open the door of the refining room: "Ahhh

The flowers in the sofa looked up violently, and they ran to the door of the refining room, looking inside in surprise.

I saw that the flames that exploded in the refining room were gone, and at this time, the heat of the air inside had subsided, and there were still flames coming out of the open ground fire opening, but the flames were sucked in by something next to them less than a foot after they gushed out of the fire opening.

The egg.

That egg with purple stripes on a yellow background can't be broken.

The flame was sucked onto the egg and there was no movement, and the egg was quiet as if nothing had happened. This scene is like a flame condensing into a bottomless pit of water flowing into an egg, or like a flame being frozen and hanging between the egg and the fire.

Hu blinked, and Hu Huahua also blinked.

The two of them looked at each other for a quarter of an hour, and then slowly exhaled: "Could it be that this is not an egg, but some kind of precious ore?" ”

Hu Huahua didn't speak.

Hu Qing's eyes lit up, her hand was clenched, and the sledgehammer appeared, she walked over with the sledgehammer, aimed, and struck with all her might.

Boom Boom - Dang Dang Dang Dang -

The egg bounced out slippery under the blow of the sledgehammer, bouncing around the ceiling and the ground, Hu Qing and Hu Huahua nodded and shook their heads. Finally the egg stopped, and landed on the floor dripping and whirling.

Hu lightly pressed it, surprised, it must have been roasted by the fire for a long time, right? Why is it still so cold? Could it be that this is a piece of cold material?

I forgot to show Hu Nuan last time, I should let her hold it.

It's just that with her so much strength, there is still not a trace of crack on the egg, which shows the good quality.

Hu Qing thought about it, rented a yard and didn't charge money, took out the refining furnace and put it on the fire outlet, adjusted it to a medium flame, and threw the egg into the refining furnace to burn.

Whether it's an egg or a stone, you can always burn something, right?

After that, it doesn't matter.

Hu Qing habitually raised her hand to wipe her forehead, and hissed for a pain, only to remember that she was disfigured again.

took out the mirror to look at himself, and was surprised to find that his forehead had been healed, including the scar left by the original hit against the wall, which was so light that it was almost invisible, but a large red mark seemed to be picked up by the heat, and it should slowly fade. But a large piece of hairline, still bald, oh, not bald, a shallow layer of hair stubble, a little prickly when pressed.

This image is impossible to go out.

Hu lightly buttoned the mirror and went upstairs with Hu Huahua in his arms: "Don't practice anymore, sleep." ”

Cultivating a fart, her brain still hurts like a see-saw, she shouldn't be a ghost, right?

As soon as this thought came out, Hu Qingtian was a stirring spirit in the daytime.

She looked down at Hu Huahua: The blood of the black dog can ward off evil spirits, and the blood of Hu Huahua should also be able to, right?

Hu Huahua: ?

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