"I believe that as long as you work hard and don't give up, even if you are just a machine spirit now, according to your intelligence and talent, you will definitely have a more wonderful life in the future." Feng Caitian added.

"Yes, Long Yuan, you see that I was not an ancient divine beast before, but now I am injured and degenerated to an eighth-level demon beast, not even a low-level holy beast, what else do you have to be sad about?" Bai Yu stepped forward, stretched out his little arm, and patted Long Yuan's arm as if comforting.

"Yes, Long Yuan, although you have changed from a noble king to an inconspicuous machine spirit, this is all fate. Since God has let you meet the master, then you should follow the master with your heart, I believe you will not regret it. Maoqiu looked at Long Yuan seriously, and did not forget to remind Long Yuan of his identity in comfort.

Whether it is a beast or a machine spirit, once you recognize the master, even if you have become a god, you have to lower your body, obey the master, and protect each other wholeheartedly, otherwise the master will be unhappy and will take the life of the beast door.

Although the master has a good temper, and he respects them very much, and is very tolerant and spoiled, but the premise is that you have to be of the same mind as the master. He could see that Long Yuan really regarded Feng Caitian as his master, and he was also grateful to his master for allowing him to be reborn. But if the machine spirit, as the master, always thinks about the glory of the past, then how can it be done!

"Yes, I know!" Long Yuan nodded, his obsidian black pupils full of determination.

"Okay, since we're all family, don't say these unseemly things. It's not too early, let's find a place to rest for a night, and we need to find Zhao Jiahui and them tomorrow morning. Feng Caitian also stepped forward, patted Long Yuan's shoulder, and immediately squatted down, took out a delicate dagger from the storage ring, and stabbed the only remaining tongue of the Bug Queen.

With a "poof", a large hole was opened in the tip of the bed bug queen's tongue, and the thick green juice bubbled out of the gap in the dagger.

Feng Caitian's figure was slightly sideways, avoiding the green juice, and took out a blue and white jade porcelain bottle with his left hand, and filled all the juice that squirted out.

"Master, what are you doing with the juice of this bed bug queen?" Bai Yu poked out his fiery little head from Feng Caitian's squatting left shoulder, and his red eyes were full of curiosity.

"Play" Feng Caitian focused on the juice that came out, but he wondered if this thing could practice an elixir or magic weapon to resist spiritual pressure.

Listening to Feng Caitian's fluttering word "play", except for Long Yuan, who was unknown, Maoqiu and Bai Yu still couldn't stop breaking out in a cold sweat.

Please, if you want to play, you can have a fun look.

What's so funny about this bed bug queen's tongue, not to mention the hard ones, but also the water.

This sauce-like juice is so thick that it's something special.

The furball and the white feather fox glanced at each other suspiciously, and immediately understood.

The master is the kind of person who can't afford to be profitable, and there must be something special about this green juice, otherwise the master wouldn't be able to put it in the porcelain jade bottle.

And Long Yuan stood tightly aside, although he didn't understand a little, but he didn't ask too much.

After a while, the juice in the bed bug queen's tongue was collected by Feng Caitian. The large green tongue has become flat and dull by this time.

I saw Feng Caitian pick up the dagger with his fingers, and the silver filament, which was as thin as spider silk and extremely flexible, fell off the tip of the bed bug queen's tongue.