After the crane egg did not heat up, he threw the thing into the pavilion where the living things were stored.

I forgot about him for several days.

If I hadn't taken off the Qiankun bag when I took off my clothes today, I would probably not have remembered this egg.

Kong Ling rolled around in the Qiankun bag, releasing his spiritual consciousness.

But I don’t know what this thing is made of, it’s so good that it’s of quality.

He had already taken advantage of the past few days to accumulate some demonic power outside and was ready to break through the ban. However, after being locked in Qiankun's bag, nothing was gone.

Kong Ling's face turned black with anger.

I wanted to fly back to my original body and kill Yuqing Sect directly.

But every time he slept, he would have to spend a long time in the world, and he could only think about his anger.

He cursed, and the gorgeous and ostentatious face in the spirit egg turned from anger at the beginning to dust. Just when he really thought that this hypocrite was going to lock him up here for the rest of his life, the Qiankun bag was opened.

A sudden light flashed before my eyes.

He was a little unresponsive.

Ning Ji had just flipped it around and then remembered the egg he had been put on before.

He rarely forgets things.

This is the first time.

He paused, looking at the sluggish egg in his bag with a rare expression of surprise.

Just when Kong Ling was unbelievable.

He frowned, reached out and pointed at the other party, and sincerely apologized:

"Sorry, I forgot you."

A stream of spiritual energy flowed into the eggshell along his fingertips.

Kong Ling:...

I think you did it on purpose?

But just when he thought so.

Although the man's tone remained unchanged, his voice was a little apology.

It seems that I really forgot him inadvertently.

Kong Ling:...

Ning Ji didn't know the Dan's mood, but seeing that he was depressed, he still explained: "I usually have useful things on my body, and the Qiankun bag contains some useless things."

"I forgot after I put you in."

Useless Kong Ling:... Very good!

He felt another arrow in his knee.

As a dignified demon king, when was he said to be useless?

Those little demons were complimenting him without hesitation.

His demonic power was exhausted again, and the beautiful tail feather in his body lost its luster and was barely crossed the spiritual energy. At this time, the energy was so angry that he couldn't even jump up.

Even Chu Jinxiao forgot about it.

He was locked in at the beginning and heard Chu Jinxiao's voice.

I wondered if Ning Ji's hypocrite was so poisonous to A Chu in order to be alone.

He thought a lot, and then he was excited and dizzy, and he forgot everything.

Ning Ji didn't know that this egg could still conspiracy theory.

After passing through the spiritual energy, he saw that it had nothing to do, so he stopped.

Kong Ling was there, and it was dark, but Ning Ji ignored it.

I spent some energy on going out these days. His throat was itchy and he closed his eyes and rested for a while.

Kong Ling was originally full of anger, but the person involved ignored him and he was like a clown. He had no interest.

Ning Ji's body was as cold as ice. When he didn't speak, the whole room became quiet.

Kong Ling flashed for a long time, but became weaker unconsciously.

After he recovered some, he poked out his spiritual consciousness and wanted to see what the man was doing.

But I only saw a piece of ice and snow.

The man closed his eyes and supported his hands, as if he was asleep.

The lips are slightly white, and it is rare to get tired.

Kong Ling was stunned for a moment.

Damn, can this person be so tired when he dates?!

At this moment, the boy knocked on the door and walked in, breaking the silence of the room.

Ning Ji's long eyelashes trembled and slowly opened his eyes.

When touched with the ice, Kong Ling quickly withdrew his spiritual consciousness.

"Master, Bing Xinliu has been cooked."

The boy was carrying medicine at the outsider's door.

Ning Ji's eyebrows stretched a little.

"Come in."

He put a bag of plums on his table.

I don't know when I bought it, but it smells a little sweet.

The boy was originally worried about the pain of Bing Xin, but when he came in, he felt relieved when he saw that there was plums here at the Lord.

"The emperor doesn't like these candied fruits. But the medicine is too bitter, so I still have to put some pressure on it."

He smiled.

When Ning Ji saw the boy speak, he couldn't help but look at him and saw something on the table.

Last night, Chu Jinxiao handed him candied fruit and flashed away.

Ning Ji frowned slightly, and did not wiping his words.

"Give it to me."

He said out loud.

The bitter taste of Bing Xinliu spreads through the room, and Kong Ling can smell it through the eggs, and his spiritual consciousness instantly shrinks.

The boy also looked at the Lord worriedly.

This medicine is the most bitter thing he has survived for so long. It’s hard to bear to just smell it, let alone drink it.

He put the plums on a small plate and handed them over.

Ning Ji held the medicine bowl and raised his head slightly.

The entrance is indeed miserable.

However, he has always been good at tolerance, so he just frowned and drank it quickly.

This Bing Xinliu has the effect of temporarily relieving the Qilin fire poison.

Although it cannot be cured, it can make Ning Ji feel a little bit better.

A heat flow in the dantian seemed to be burning.
Chapter completed!