Half of the pain was in agony, and the other half was numb and hot. I have to say, this is a wonderful experience.
Hu Qing felt that maybe she was crazy and she wanted to escape from this terrible illusion.
At this moment, Hu Huahua bit Hu Qing on the face.
The sharp little milk teeth can chew bones. Hu Qing's face hurt, and he opened his eyes. For a second, he realized his situation. He jumped up and picked up the flowers and ran out. When he reached the door, he stepped on something and walked out.
As soon as it slipped, the thing under my feet rolled in under the reaction force.
Hu Qing slammed the door shut without much thought.
Phew, so cool.
Hu Qing held Hu Huahua in one hand, and fanned himself with the other hand, "Huh, huh."
He lowered his head and screamed: "Huahua, what happened to your hair?"
Hu Qing raised Hu Huahua to her eyes, and saw that the earthy yellow hair that she had dyed by herself was burnt here and there, accompanied by a strange smell of high protein burnt.
"It stinks."
Hu Huahua raised her head: Please look into my eyes, you are not much better.
A pair of clear black eyes were like crystal mirrors, reflecting two ugly things inside.
"Ah——" Hu Qing screamed, let go of his hand, Hu Huahua landed deftly, and Hu Qing turned over the bronze mirror to look at herself.
All she saw was that her forehead was scorched with blood and flesh, and the ugly scar left by hitting the wall was no longer visible. A large area was smeared upwards from her hairline. After all, she was going to be bald.
This is second to none, but the most important thing is that at this moment, her face is as red as a cooked shrimp, and her scalp is as red as fire.
She touched her neck, and her hands and neck were so hot that they were on fire. She opened her sleeves and saw that the skin on her arms was red, and the sweat evaporated before it even flowed out of her pores.
She was going to die, she was going to be roasted to death.
Hu Qing hurriedly sat down, with her mind attentive, she started to execute the secret technique that Shui Xin taught her.
For some reason, she always felt that she could "see" what was going on in her body. As soon as she "looked", it turned out that the fire in her body was like a fire. Hu Qing was a little confused. She didn't know if her nerves had been burned out by the fire or if she had a fire spirit.
Gen, she only felt heat but no pain.
The part that hurts is my head. It seems that there is a contractor team doing renovations inside. It is noisy, annoying and painful, but it can be tolerated.
Silk cloth: That’s my mercy.
Hu Qing runs the heart trick, and the spiritual power of the Dantian comes out and circulates around the Dantian. The journey is like reopening the river and widening the waterway. Some flames are carried by the reconnected river and flow into the Dantian and become smoother. As the spiritual power circulates over and over again,
The river opened wider and wider, new branches joined in, and more and more flames returned. After an unknown number of times, all the fires in the body finally returned to Dantian. Hu Qing did not stop, and struck again and again.
Her idea is to be prepared. What if a bigger fire breaks out next time? Prevention before a disaster is always better than reconstruction after a disaster.
Silk cloth: Finally, I’m not stupid to the end.
I don’t know how much time passed, but Hu Qing finally opened her eyes and immediately smelled an unpleasant smell, which came from her own body.
Hu Qing lowered his head and looked down, disgusted, and quickly ran to the yard and jumped into the pool. He took off his clothes and washed them in the water, and then rubbed and washed his clothes before coming out.
Look at the water, the black dirt that was washed away has disappeared, obviously the cleaning array is working.
Hu Qing put on her clothes before she remembered something. Now that she was rich, she should buy herself some replacement clothes, the kind with spiritual power.
Keeping this in mind, Hu Qing returned to the eaves and saw Hu Huahua hugging her and licking her hair without paying any attention to her.
Hu Qing was embarrassed: "Huahua, mommy was wrong, Huahua doesn't stink, Huahua is the most beautiful. Mommy, let's style Huahua."
Hu Huahua's body stiffened, so you just came to torture me?
Hu Qing objected to his objection, spread a cloth on the table, placed him on the cloth, and cut with small scissors and a small comb.
Hu Qing felt that he had a professional vision and skills. Finally, he wiped it with a soft cloth. He was very satisfied with his method: "It's so handsome. Huahua is so masculine."
Masculinity = Masculinity = Integrity.
Hu Huahua looked at herself in the mirror and said, "I'm just a dog - Bah, bah, I'm not a dog."
Hu Huahua ignored her, squirmed to the table, jumped into the sofa, rolled herself into a ball, and closed herself off.
Hu Qing: "I think he looks pretty good. What a spirited guy."
I went to masturbate a few times and remembered that the weapon refining room was broken and the ground fire was not turned off.
Hu Qing hurriedly went back and opened the door of the refining room: "Ah——"
Hu Huahua, who was sitting on the sofa, raised her head suddenly, ran to the door of the weapon refining room, and looked inside in surprise.
I saw that the explosion-like flames in the refining room had disappeared. At this time, the heat of the air inside had receded, and the flames were still coming out of the open fire port. However, the flames just poured out of the fire port and were blocked by something next to it less than a foot away.
Breathe it in.
That egg.
That egg with yellow background and purple stripes cannot be cracked no matter what.
The flame was sucked onto the egg and there was no more movement. The egg looked quiet as if nothing had happened. This scene seemed like the flame had condensed into water and flowed into a bottomless pit inside the egg, or it seemed like the flame had been frozen and hung between the egg and the mouth of the fire.
Hu Qing blinked, and Hu Huahua blinked too.
The two of them stared at each other for a quarter of an hour before Hu Qing slowly exhaled: "Isn't this an egg, but some kind of precious ore?"
Hu Huahua said nothing.
Hu Qing's eyes lit up, she held her hand, and a sledgehammer appeared. She walked over with the sledgehammer, took aim, and struck with all her strength.
Xiu Xiu Xi——Dang Dang Dang——
The egg flew out smoothly under the blow of the sledgehammer, bouncing around on the four walls, ceiling and floor. Hu Qing and Hu Huahua nodded and shook their heads. Finally, the egg stopped and landed on the floor, spinning around.
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Hu gently pressed it and was surprised. It must have been roasted by the fire for a long time, right? Why is it still so cold? Could it be that this is a piece of cold material?
I forgot to show it to Hu Nuan last time, she should have held it.
However, despite all her efforts, there was still no crack on the egg, which showed that it was of good quality.
Hu Qing thought for a moment, then rented the fire in the yard for free, took out the furnace and placed it on the fire outlet, adjusted the flame to a medium flame, and threw the eggs into the furnace to burn.
Whether it's an egg or a stone, you can always burn something, right?
I didn’t care about it after that.
Hu Qing raised her hand to wipe her forehead out of habit. She felt pain and then remembered that she was disfigured again.
I took out a mirror to look at myself, and I was surprised to find that my forehead had healed. Even the scar left by hitting the wall was so light that it was almost invisible. There was just a large red mark that seemed to have been touched by the heat, and it should slowly fade away.
.But there is still a large area of baldness on the hairline, oh, not really bald, just a light layer of hair stubble, which is a bit prickly when pressed.
This image makes it impossible to go out.
Hu Qing clicked the mirror and went upstairs with Hu Huahua in his arms: "I don't want to practice anymore, I'm going to sleep."
She has practiced so much, but her brain still hurts like a see-saw. She must have hit a ghost, right?
As soon as this thought came out, Hu Qingqingtian was agitated in the daytime.
She lowered her head and looked at Hu Huahua: Black dog blood can ward off evil spirits, so Hu Huahua's blood should be able to do the same, right?
