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Chapter 89: Baozi gained weight

Wen Xiangyi flicked its head and said, "Why don't you call it a rice bucket? The first thing you do when you wake up is grab food, right? You can eat any rubbish and you're not afraid of spoiling your stomach!"

Baozi couldn't speak and could only keep spitting out snake letters. His head was drooping and he looked extremely aggrieved.

Ling Lan looked at it with interest, "The name Fantong is a good one, I agree."

Baozi suddenly raised his head and looked at Ling Lan. The snake was vomiting quickly and looked like it was going to bite him.

However, it also knew that if it bit down, not only would it not hurt Ling Lan, but it would also cause its own teeth to fall apart, so it could only lower its head in a sullen voice.

Of course Wen Xiangyi would not give the bun such a bad name, it was just to tease him, and he couldn't help laughing when he saw it like this.

"Is it my imagination? Why do I feel that Baozi is fatter?" She stretched out her hand to touch Baozi's belly. Baozi's body seemed to be thicker than before, and it felt heavier on her hand.

Jiang Shaobai explained, "It should be because I ate the soul and the demon pill before.

It has absorbed a lot of energy, so it is a little bigger. It is estimated that after it digests the soul this time, it will no longer be able to wrap around your hand. "

Wen Xiangyi nodded and poked Baozi's belly twice more, "You've eaten so many good things, you should try your best and advance quickly."

Ling Lan also reached out and poked it, smiling with a smile on his face, "If you feel unconvinced and want to quarrel with me, you have to be able to speak first."

After Baozi hissed twice, he stopped moving as if angry and wrapped himself around Wen Xiangyi's hand, pretending to be dead like before.

Wen Xiangyi ignored it and imitated the way a fly rubbed his hands, and said excitedly, "Let's see what good things are in his storage bag."

After saying that, she reached out and wiped off the mark of consciousness on Lu Zhuo's storage bag. After opening it, she was only briefly pleasantly surprised, and then she was disappointed.

In the past, when I read Xianxia novels, if the protagonist was a sword cultivator, he must be a poor man. After all, most sword cultivators only have the most valuable thing in their body, that sword, and they usually insist on practicing hard, so they don’t have much spare money.

Lu Zhuo implemented this perfectly. Most of the storage bags were filled with mushroom flowers, there were very few elixirs and talismans, and there were even fewer magic weapons, all of average quality.

The spirit beast bag only contained a few unhatched spirit beast eggs, which were very ordinary red golden dogs and flying cats, and were of little value to them.

Ling Lan clicked her tongue, "I'm so poor."

Jiang Shaobai said, "Count how many mushroom flowers there are."

Wen Xiangyi nodded and counted carefully, and found that there were more than 50 flowers!
She hissed and clicked her tongue, "He collected more than 50 mushroom flowers in such a short period of time. It seems that he robbed a lot of people!"

Ling Lan's eyes sparkled slightly, "It's really impressive to be able to rob so many people in a short period of time, but in the end we fell into our hands."

Jiang Shaobai looked at Wen Xiangyi and praised, "Xiangyi, you have made great progress and can release your sword intent again in a short time."

Ling Lan added, "And the slogan he shouted was obviously much more majestic than the previous one who killed the person he wanted first."

Wen Xiangyi scratched his head and said with some embarrassment, "It's a pity that he's still a fat bird."

She saw a majestic phoenix in the sea of ​​consciousness, and originally thought that shouting a more awesome slogan would make her sword skills more awesome.

However, what flew out was a fat bird!
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"Didn't you say that Lu Zhuo was a pig waiting to be slaughtered? Just pretend that the angry bird blew his pig's head off." Ling Lan looked at her and smiled, her tone sounding a bit teasing.

"Forget it, forget it, one day I will release a beautiful Phoenix Sword Intention." Wen Xiangyi waved his hand, then sat on the ground, covering the wound on his shoulder, grinning and saying, "It hurts me to death. !" At this time, all three of them were covered in scars, their hair was messy, their bodies were covered in blood, and they were in a miserable state, but their eyes were shining.

Ling Lan took out a bottle of elixir and white silk from the storage bag and gave it to her, "The reflex arc is long enough. It hurts just now. It's not convenient for me to help you with your wound. You can do it yourself."

"Thanks."

Wen Xiangyi took it and was about to set up a barrier to treat the wound. Jiang Shaobai looked at her ulcerated hands and said, "Brother Ling, the Liquan we got in the Wutong Secret Realm can be used by Xiangyi. "

Ling Lan slapped her forehead, "If you didn't tell me, I almost forgot about that thing."

After speaking, he took out the jade purification bottle and said, "Come on, let's clean your wound first."

Wen Xiangyi looked at her already disfigured hands and complained with a bitter look on her face, "Ah! My slender hands!"

Ling Lan chuckled and poured Li Quan over and said, "When you jumped on the back of the fire centipede to hit it, why didn't you think of cherishing your delicate hands?"

At that moment, he didn't know whether Wen Xiangyi was a sword cultivator or a physical cultivator. Which sword cultivator picked up his fist to fight?

"I was already on top, how could I care about this?"

Wen Xiangyi thought that if the fire centipede wasn't so big and its carapace wasn't so hard, she would probably have beaten it into a pulp.

Jiang Shaobai gently picked up a piece of grass clippings from Wen Xiangyi's head and said with a faint smile, "Xiangyi, you should be about to break through. This time can be regarded as a blessing in disguise."

Wen Xiangyi nodded. The moment Lu Zhuo died, her expression relaxed, and she suddenly realized that the shackles in the middle stage of foundation building seemed to be loosened.

After completing the task of picking mushroom flowers, she should be able to break through to the middle stage of foundation building after a few days of seclusion.

Liquan is indeed the holy water of the Fuguang clan. Under its warmth, the wounds on the back of Wen Xiangyi's hands healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and light pink new flesh began to grow in those ulcerated places.

She raised her hands and looked at the light, and immediately smiled. When she was fully healed, she had a pair of slender hands again.

Ling Lan took a sip of the sweet spring water and suddenly thought of something. She looked at Jiang Shaobai and said, "By the way, Xiaobai, is there any movement in your phoenix egg?"

Jiang Shaobai shook his head, "I observed it with my spiritual consciousness two days ago. It was sleeping peacefully and there was no sign of breaking out of its shell."

Ling Lan thought for a moment and said, "A phoenix is ​​born out of fire. Wouldn't it be better to go to a place with magma?"

Jiang Shaobai nodded, "There is a possibility, but there is no rush now."

Ling Lan also nodded and stopped asking any more questions.

Then the three of them drank a little Liquan, and then each set up a barrier to treat the wounds on their bodies.

As a result of taking a few high-grade elixirs, the small wounds on Wen Xiangyi's body have healed to some extent. The injury on the shoulder was the most serious, but it is no longer bleeding.

She untied her clothes, looked down at the bloody wound, and frowned.

Lu Zhuo's shit is a fire spirit root, and the sword energy has its own burning effect, and later he deliberately stirred the sword into the flesh with spiritual power, so even if the wound was scarred, it would not be able to heal for a while. eliminate.

(End of this chapter)