sinovels Chapter 038 Blood
Chapter 038 Blood
The medicinal effect of golden lotus powder is very good.
But the healing principle is something that the fire toad will never be able to understand: it is a compulsory alchemy potion, while healing the wound, it will consume nibble spiritual pressure at the same time.
The more you sprinkle, the faster your spiritual pressure will be consumed.
Huo Toad didn't know this, because he was not a person who practiced illusion martial arts, and it had nothing to do with him whether he lost his spiritual pressure or not.But for warmth, it is a drug with powerful side effects.
Wen Nuan closed his eyes and saw that the cold sweat on his forehead had already soaked the black messy bangs and stuck them to his cheeks, and his eyelashes trembled slightly with the powerless panting.I wanted to clasp my ring finger to adjust the spiritual pressure in my body again and again, but I felt like my body was being hollowed out. It was really a feeling of more than enough energy but not enough energy.
Damn it... Cursing secretly in his heart, thinking about how to get in touch with Xuanyuan Kaiao? ?
The huge and hideous wound on his left shoulder healed quickly. Fire Toad tore off his trousers, and carefully wrapped up the broken part, trying to stop the gurgling blood flow.
"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu A piece of bright red soaked in cotton cloth.
Yes, use blood... use blood to tell Father Huang his whereabouts.
At this time, Wen Nuan was about to experience the severe pain. Taking advantage of the running man in front of him not paying attention to himself, he kicked Fire Toad's muscular arm with all his strength.
Not to kick the fire toad, just flip the body for reaction force.I can no longer hear the whistling wind in my ears, Nuan Nuan doesn't even have the strength to scream, and there is a crisp 'click' between the bones, which echoes particularly sharply in Nuan Nuan's ears that are constantly shedding tears at the moment of turning over.
The wound was torn open again, and the tender flesh that had just grown rapidly was uncoordinatedly pieced together and forcibly torn apart.Blood poured out.
It quickly soaked the cotton cloth, like a voluptuous and boiling red flame, flowing down drop by drop, cutting through the air near dusk, and falling on the green grass.
The fire toad ran all the way, and the blood burned all the way.
It doesn't hurt, it's warm. Close your eyes, it's easier than ever.I still remember that when I was alive, I imagined that if one day I would desperately want to stay with a man, it must be a happy feeling-Xuanyuan Kaiao would find him, and it would be very soon.
～～～～～～～～～～～
Zongxing Temple.
Black temple.Exquisite reliefs adorn the gorgeous and eerie main hall.The dark and dazzling stars glide quickly over the main hall, leaving pale white trails behind.
A man, powerful and burly and domineering.Leaning lazily on the throne paved with the fur of the graceful thousand-year-old snow fox.Still reminiscing about Bing Xiao's charming panting and moaning in his mind.
Five meters away from the throne is a weak and slender boy named Tong Tong.
"[King], the Son of Sunshine has been killed by me."
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and after looking at the boy kneeling on the ground like a torch, he hooked his fingers and motioned him to come to his side.While taking the wine handed by the maid and drinking it casually, he looked at the young man tremblingly walking in front of him with special meaning.
"[King], the Son of Sunshine has been killed by me. You promised to give me back... woo..." The young man's words became less confident than before. Throat.
Huge and powerful fingers grabbed the neck, almost as fierce as lifting the boy up.
The man was still leaning on the throne, looking up at the young man whom he had effortlessly mentioned, "You want to be free?" His voice was hoarse and vulture, and he sneered and poured all the liquid in the wine glass on the young man's head.
Transparent drops of water moistened the young man's pale face, dripping down along the flawless outline.
"Next time it won't be booze...you'll be bathed in blood splattered from the top of your own head."
The man looked coldly at the stars flying around above the hall—the baby's spiritual pressure had disappeared, but the stars had not fallen.It can be seen that Tong Tong did a stupid and stupid thing.
While violently pressing the boy's wet head to his crotch, he watched with cold eyes that he began to behave like a docile little white rabbit again, carefully holding out his own desire, opening his small mouth to moisten and lick it vigorously.
"Same," the man joked cruelly, did not tell him that the baby was still alive, on the contrary, stimulated him again with the greatest harm, "that golden-eyed baby is your own sister's son."
"What you killed was your sister's child."
------
PS: It's three o'clock today.