Three hours later, Feng Xiaoqiang regained his strength and wiped the fine beads of sweat from his head.

It took a nourishing pill to alleviate the feeling of fatigue and sleepiness.

Xiao Liu soon woke up. The redness on the surface of the skin disappears, and the face is pale.

Feng Xiaoqiang asked him to take two pills and said, "I haven't cleaned up the fire poison of the Red Flame Gold-tailed Scorpion, you refine the fire poison left in your body and collect it for your own use." If you absorb the crystal blossom in the crystal nucleus of the Red Flame Golden-tailed Scorpion, you will have your own alien fire. Today is your calamity, and it is also your opportunity. Take advantage of it. ”

Xiaoliu got up and kowtowed to Feng Xiaoqiang, and his voice was choked: "Thank you Master for saving the disciple, the disciple will definitely live up to the master's expectations."

Feng Xiaoqiang waved his hand.

Xiao Liu consciously went to the side to cultivate.

Feng Xiaoqiang said to Xie Bantian and Yan Gujiu: "Trouble Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother to tell the others that Xiao Liu is fine, let everyone go to cultivate." I'll take a break. ”

The two looked at her with some worry, and Yan Gujiu said, "Little junior sister, are you okay?" Your state doesn't look good. ”

Feng Xiaoqiang smiled: "It's okay, I'm just tired, just sleep."

Xie Bantian and Yan Gujiu glanced at each other: What kind of logic is this? A cultivator like a little junior sister, can she only replenish it by sleeping when she is tired?

But then I thought about it, the little junior sister's talent was already different from ordinary people, and the way she recovered was different, it was not surprising.

So Xie Bantian said: "Okay, little junior sister have a good rest, let's go and inform the others." ”

After the two left, Feng Xiaoqiang removed a bed from the storage ring. A ban was placed around the bed, and then he fell asleep.

Turn the day.

Xiao Liu refined the fire poison that remained in his body, attracted three tribulation thunders, and was promoted from the peak of the Spirit Sect to the early stage of the Spirit Venerable.

Feng Xiaoqiang dug up the crystal nucleus of the golden-tailed scorpion and gave it to him. After he absorbed it, he was promoted to a small rank.

Night.

Feng Xiaoqiang sat on the tree as usual, his divine sense covering the area around the crater. She searched carefully several times, but found no stranger's breath.

She has always been worried that the man in gray will not give up and coerce him with the people around her, so she doesn't dare to take it lightly.

The branch beside her sounded softly, and Yi Shuihan sat on a branch next to her.

"You go to cultivate, I'll keep guard." He said.

"No, I don't. After another day or two, the aura here will be absorbed. You go and cultivate. ”

"It's restless and hard to settle."

Feng Xiaoqiang looked at him in surprise. He looked up at the starry sky, as if immersed in some kind of thought.

Feng Xiaoqiang was silent.

She didn't trust Yi Shuihan. She is not a person who talks a lot, and Yi Shuihan is not a person who talks a lot. Unless there is something to talk about, neither person will take the initiative to make small talk to the other.

But tonight's Yi Shuihan seems to have a desire to talk, or about the mood.

The night breeze is blowing. Blowing up a strand of long hair between the cold sideburns. His side was actually stained with a bit of a blurry smell by the night.

"Yangshankou Village is rich in mountains and waters, and the people raised are simple and kind, so it is a good place." Yi Shuihan suddenly said without a head.

Feng Xiaoqiang looked at him in surprise again. Yi Shuihan: Is this going to talk to her about the natural environment, customs, and customs?

Yi Shuihan didn't care whether Feng Xiaoqiang had the patience to listen or not, and continued to take care of himself: "My hometown is a place of poor mountains and bad waters. It's poor, it's poor. Every year, when there is no harvest, many families sell their children or steal and rob. ”

He spoke softly. In a poor and remote hometown, a human life is worth a bite of food.

When he was seven years old, his father went to work for a wealthy man and broke his leg. Because he had no money for medical treatment, he died of pain for several months.

His mother was blinded by crying. He goes out every day with his three-year-old sister...... w, please keep in mind: free fastest update no anti-theft no anti-theft