The fire continues to burn.

Dongfang Qiu Defeat felt that he was dead, his whole body was like fire coal, and he didn't feel anything, let alone a little spiritual power, this feeling had before, and more than once. I remember that when he fell from the sky, the situation was similar to now, his whole body was on fire, and he was burned to the point of being burned by the fire, but fortunately he survived.

Whether he survived it himself or someone else came to his aid, he didn't know.

It's good for people to be alive, there is nothing more meaningful than living, because death represents the end of everything, there is never the ultimate exploration, and no one will often remember those who died unjustly, even if he died unjustly, even if he was killed by someone who fell into the well.

He remembered a very virtuous woman saying to him, "You need to be strong again, and you will protect all those you love and respect...... Please remember your vows, remember your name and story, and you must not die...... At least without my permission!

"Although you will now fall into the world and fall into the mortal world, but one day you will eventually return, and you will be the storm again, you will always be you, you will always be irreplaceable you, you must believe in yourself, with a zero mentality to laugh at all challenges and adversities, all impossible possibilities...... Remember: I'm waiting for you!"

She seemed to give him something back, but he didn't remember, he couldn't remember where the thing was, because the memory was blank, like snow-white snow, there was no trace, it all seemed to be a mystery, dreamy, and real, if it was dreamy, such a situation and language were too real, if it was true, his fragmentary memories could not spell out a single useful clue, as if it had never existed, and it would never be an inexplicable mystery.

I usually can't remember anything when I want to remember, and only when I am so miserable that I think of something that I can't usually remember, the price is very, very painful, every time I die and come back to life, it's creepy to think about.

He remembered another time when countless ferocious demonic beasts pounced on him, attacking him and devouring him in an incredibly and inexplicably terrifying way, and the result was ...... It's worse than death, it seems to be worse than it is now. Another time, there were countless people surrounding him, attacking him, countless hidden weapons and magic weapons attacked him like wind and rain, he had nowhere to escape, rose to the sky, fought hard, and the result was death, narrowly defeated, the price was that life was worse than death, most of the enemies were dead, only a small part was left to flee, their eyes were so vicious and hateful, like a sharp dagger, completely exposed to his eyes, making him unforgettable. He remembered that he was a god-like young man, a sharp sword that pierced the cliffs, fearlessly repelled all those who troubled him, so his name was Defeat.

He felt that his whole body was about to burst, and his broken body couldn't stand the burning of two hundred degrees of flames, if it was placed before, he wouldn't frown, things changed, he had to serve, especially when his martial arts realm was low, he had to stand hard, because he couldn't survive a small difficulty, how to talk about a better tomorrow. He is seeking defeat, he can't lose, he can't die, and he can't forget his promise to someone, even if he dies, he will die in front of her, and fulfill his heroic promise.

In the final analysis, he doesn't really believe that this mere 200 degree of flame will make him worse than death, in his mind he is a person who does great things, when he is afraid of going too far, when he is afraid of all the tribulations. He was like that in the past, and he is still like this today.

"Little Fire Dragon, your roast pigeon flame is a little low, please continue to raise the temperature to make the delicacy more intense. ”

Dongfang, who was rolling all over the ground, finally shouted out his first voice, and his fighting spirit was finally ignited, what cowardice, what cowardice, what weakness is the hell.

Lao Tzu does not admit defeat or cowardice, so he will be the devil of hell to hone me again and strengthen my body and mind.

Looking at someone rolling on the ground and shouting loudly, Brother Long of the little fire dragon was a little puzzled. In its imagination, the other party will more or less beg for mercy, as long as it begs for mercy, it will release the water and let him pass reluctantly, so that it has a little curiosity and admiration, because it does not like very timid and cowardly people, and is ashamed to be with them.

"Boy, Brother Long likes you, add some ingredients to you, and see if the roast pigeon you said is more delicious. ”

After speaking, Brother Long immediately raised the flame surrounding the defeated body by one hundred degrees, that is, three hundred degrees. In fact, that flame was not an ordinary flame, but one-fifth of its body's inner pill, and it would benefit a lot if it could be swallowed if it was defeated.

Such an opportunity is hard to come by, and he knows that his body in the mortal realm is very broken, even if this is the case, his broken body is not ordinary, he has swallowed a lot of ozone cabbage and cloud specialties, etc., as well as a thousand years of chaos wine and a thousand years of monkey wine. Once fused with ice beauty, received the power of blue waves, and is no longer a mortal body in the general sense, plus he has received hellish training in the gravity room, and has absorbed the magical Seven-colored Divine Bead, and has practiced the magical "Imperial Soul Technique", since the body is not afraid, the soul is not afraid. And why not be afraid of this little flame? As he said, this little flame is a little roast pigeon.

It was when he thought like this, the flame in his body seemed to cool down a little, he knew that the method was right, and he also knew that the flame in his body was not simple, after all, the dragon would hide the most important thing in the body even if it was a fire dragon, it was absolutely impossible for you to ask the dragon to vomit essence blood, and it was absolutely impossible for you to call the fire dragon to vomit the inner dan. Now this little fire dragon seems to be spitting out Neidan, how can such an opportunity be missed.

It is only with Nedan that the little fire dragon can raise and lower the temperature of the flame at will, and when he picks up the treasure, he will not spit out the flame lightly. So he began to tease the little fire dragon again, hoping that it would add more ingredients, and the more materials it added, the more Neidan would be consumed in his body, and the closer the relationship would be with each other.

After all, he paid the price of five fires.

"Brother Long, your fire doesn't seem to be enough, can you add one more to me. ”

When Brother Long heard this, he wanted to vomit blood a little, boy, what you eat is not fire, but my Neidan, which has already given you thirty percent, be careful to kill you. Brother Long was speechless, stopped talking, and directly raised the temperature to four hundred degrees.

I don't know if I'm used to the edification of the little fire dragon or adapted to this kind of operation, anyway, I don't feel as painful as before, and there is not much difference between adding and not adding.

So he continued to open the lion's mouth: Brother Long, this fire is still not enough fire, add some more temperature. This was not too loud or too quiet, but it made Brother Long so frightened that he almost fell down. Forty percent of his own Neidan has been swallowed by this kid, is this still a human being? Is this still that inconspicuous little friend?

"Boy, my Neidan has been devoured by you forty percent, don't be so greedy, okay. ”

"Brother Long, it's not enough, add a little more, I want five hundred degrees. I want fifty percent of your Neidan, and at the same time I will give you more compensation. Dongfang said as he took out three more fires. Brother Long was both happy and felt a little strange, whether this person was here to collect heavenly treasures or sell matches, and he actually carried so many fires with him.