Hu Huahua resented, milk, he really didn't like to drink, he couldn't drink it when he was born, now, definitely don't drink another drop!

Bury your face in the plate and pretend you didn't hear.

Hu chuckled, touched his face, and looked at Hu Zhuzhu, who buried himself so much that he couldn't see half of his body.

It's still a child, and I can't even speak, think about how tormented human babies are, isn't it just spitting thunder, it's the nature of spitting up milk, what do I care about with a milk doll, tsk, stingy. Either or not, or not.

Hu gently persuaded herself to be generous, so she didn't mind if Hu Zhuzhu ate two and a half pigs by herself, it was a blessing to be able to eat.

There are two and a half heads left, Hu Huahua eats one and a half, and she eats one.

This amount of food is always added over time.

But in the past, it was not okay not to eat, but now, they can not eat for a month, and eating is more of a enjoyment.

Clean up and prepare the eggs to hatch.

This set of animal encyclopedia is too much and too thick, even with divine sense, I am afraid that it will not be able to gnaw it down in ten days and half a month. She found the chapter of incubation, fortunately it is not a species and a method of incubation, and the method of incubation is also simple, set up a special spirit gathering array, put the eggs inside, and put them in it and it will always come out, otherwise it will be a bad egg. If you want to improve the quality of the cub, you can find a way to nourish it, whether it's a spirit stone, a spirit plant, or a demon beast's essence and blood. Tossing left and right without dying can be successful.

So rude.

Hu Qing walked around the courtyard of the house, and finally decided to set up the hatching formation in the ice lake. The shuttle straw made a nest, stuffed three eggs into it, and set up a formation with spirit stones.

The three giant eggs lay quietly in the pliable grass nest, and I don't know how many will come out in the end. Can Hu Nuan hatch when he comes back?

"That's fine, right?" Hu Qing asked Huahua uncertainly. After all, she can raise flowers to death, and raise eggs-

"If it doesn't work, I'll look for it again." Hu Huahua didn't care about what he said.

Hu Qing went to the side of the emerald bird, the crisp birdsong on the tall trees, the people stood in the shade and listened to the birds and smelled the flowers, and then had a picnic with the children It was even more beautiful.

These trees, which haven't turned yellow yet, should be alive, right?

Hu Qing regretted: "It's too inconvenient to have no wood spirit root." ”

The silk cloth mercilessly punctured her hypocrisy: "This has nothing to do with Linggen. ”

Hu touched her nose lightly, and checked her own enchantment, Cui Ling Bird was a third-order demon beast, she didn't want others to know that there was a group in her yard, otherwise someone would definitely climb the wall.

Speaking of which, the smaller cave mansions in Baopingfang will basically open the enchantment as long as there are people, but it is not cost-effective to use the enchantment in the big mansion. First, the house is too big, and the formation consumption is too great. Come, the status of the person with a big house is there, who dares to provoke it? It's just a light bastard, a single one buys a mansion, buys a mansion and doesn't hire an entourage, such a big enchantment opens from morning to night, and I don't know how rich I am.

I don't know how many people have beaten her idea, but the inner disciples of Chaohua Sect frequently come to the door, and those people don't dare to really stretch out their claws in the end.

The daily life is as calm as water, and a few days ago, Yan Rumei specially reminded her that until now, the people of the nine major families have not come to disturb her, and Hu Qing will not know the doorway here.

I inherited the love of Chaohuazong, how can I repay this favor? What you can get your hands on is currently only refining weapons, and what can be refined is only magic weapons, and people can't look down on Chaohuazong.

If one day, if he can refine the spirit treasure, he will definitely send a batch to Chaohuazong.

Yu Liuya: A batch? Hehe, thank you in advance. By the way, your daughter also promised to ascend.

The refining room was too small, and Hu Qing was handling the tarantula in the open space behind the gate. She planned to refine these tarantulas into treasure clothes and protective gear, the claws of tarantulas into magic weapons such as flying claws, and venom and chelicera into hidden weapons. In short, not a little will be wasted.

The spider silk is difficult to cut, and the high-grade magic weapon in her hand cuts the tarantula's head like flowing water, but the spider silk is sticky and draggy. There is also a trick, spray a few spirit plants into potions on the spider silk, and these spider silks can be turned into silk for others to do.

Hu Qing put all the spider silk she had collected on the ground, she stood in the middle as if standing on a snow-white cloud, the potion was sprinkled like rain, and the snow-white spider silk slowly became soft and supple from the strange shape, and finally spread on the ground like flowing water.

It's beautiful.

She bent down to pick up a bunch, the delicate and slightly cool spider silk flowed down her fingers, she thought about it, simply sat down cross-legged, released a wisp of consciousness to grab the spider silk, grabbed a bunch, and straightened it out while coiling. A bundle of spider silk is not as wide as chopsticks, but there are thousands of them in it, and she is very patient to sort it out, not arrogant or impatient.

Silkcloth: There are always weird ideas, but I have to say that they are useful.

Hu Qing used the finishing spider silk to practice the spring god technique.

Hu Huahua was not idle, seeing that Hu Qing had entered the realm of selflessness, she first forced Hu Zhuzhu into the corner, and cleaned up fiercely, Hu Zhuzhu lost half of her body hair, and she didn't dare to say anything when she was bullied.

Hu Huahua: "Don't bring those bad habits outside to the house, or I'll throw you out." ”

The tips of the short and fat wings of Hu Zhuzhu pressed the sparse hair, and the little daughter-in-law looked like a little daughter-in-law.

Hu Huahua snorted, giving Hu Zhuzhu a follow-up look, Hu Zhuzhu staggered to follow, and followed Hu Huahua to the body and head of a tarantula.

Hu Huahua's little paws helped up the body of a tarantula, and threw a big brother look at Hu Zhuzhu.

Hu Zhuzhu stepped forward with a sway, and opened his mouth against the incision, and a thunderbolt slashed in, and the flesh and blood in it were burned by the lightning in an instant, and they were clean.

Hu Huahua nodded with satisfaction, it was not too useless.

The sun set, the moon rose, the white silk was like a leak, Hu Qing was still motionless, she could already manipulate three wisps of divine consciousness at the same time to sort out the spider silk. When the moon fades, another ray of consciousness is added. In the middle of the sun, she added two more wisps. When the number reaches ten, it seems that the upper limit has been reached.

Hu Qing frowned unconsciously, and forcibly released the eleventh wisp, and the previous two strands were loosened, and half of the spider silk fell. She picked up the two strands again, and then went to control the eleventh, one loose, pick it up, one loose, pick it up. I don't know how many times I failed, and finally when I failed one more time, the eleventh wisp of divine consciousness barely got started.

Next, manipulate the eleven wisps of divine consciousness to proficiency, and decisively separate the twelfth wisps.

This time, there were four strands of divine consciousness that fell. Hu Qing didn't care, and dropped it and picked it up, the so-called practice makes perfect, there is no shortcut to cultivating divine sense, and it can only rely on accumulation and diligent practice day after day.

When the spider silk was cleaned up, not a single thread was left, and it was so light that it could not break through the limit - twenty strands.

This is more difficult than the divine consciousness driving the high-speed rail without colliding, because the divine consciousness high-speed rail only needs to be fast, accurate, and control the speed. It is equivalent to that every wisp of divine consciousness is a hand, and it requires the fingers to flexibly arrange the spider silk into a neat bunch, which cannot be knotted and then clumped.

The difficulty has increased by more than one point.

She felt that she had hit the sixth layer of the Spring God Technique.

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