Chilly used Chen Yang's body as a bridge, attracted by Tongtianjian, and escaped directly into it.
Gradually, from wisps to trickles.
Tongtianjian trembled slightly, with a dim light shining humanly, like a newborn baby crying to express dissatisfaction.
If Chen Yang's blood is a delicacy to Tongtianjian, what Chen Yang is doing now is equivalent to feeding it feces, which is the familiar smell that it pooped out on its own.
Chen Yang thought things through thoroughly before taking action.
Because of the dragon fish's bloodline, its blood and saliva are of certain help to Tongtianjian, and can help it maintain its spirituality and prevent it from being dissipated by the accumulated coldness of its origin.
For some unknown reason, Tongtianjian was lost at the bottom of the Zuolong River. He had not been supplied with blood that truly contained powerful power for many years, and was already in a very dangerous situation.
What's the saliva and a little blood of a few arowanas enough for?
It's better than nothing.
So, when the little cormorant mother was catching the arowana, she desperately put her hand into the reef where the Tongtianjian was hidden.
Tongtianjian only has spirituality, and his IQ is not as good as that of a one-year-old child, so he instinctively poured the original chill, which was a waste product for him, into the little cormorant's mother's body.
Little Cormorant’s mother didn’t know what kind of bloodline she had, but she actually contained quite a lot of the original coldness without turning into an ice sculpture at the bottom of the river on the spot.
She at least managed to survive until she surfaced, climbed onto the awning boat and returned.
As a result, the little cormorant's mother could not suppress the original coldness that night. Not only was she unconscious, but she was also about to turn into an ice sculpture in the coma.
Even the little cormorant brother who was sleeping next to his mother was also affected by the cold.
Naturally, the little boy could not bear the cold as much as his mother, but since he was young and had weaker resistance, the mother and son ended up in the same fate.
"Be good, I will have food for you in the future."
"Now that I have seen the light of day again, I, Chen Yang Chongbao, will never wrong you."
Chen Yang still kept his eyes closed and comforted Tongtianjian through thoughts in his heart.
The spirit in Tongtian Jianzhong, not sure whether he really understood his words or understood the thoughts conveyed to him, trembled slightly again, and immediately stopped struggling.
He looked aggrieved, as if he had no choice but to lie flat on the ground and accept the blow.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
Ten breaths, twenty breaths, thirty breaths...
After a cup of tea, the little cormorant's mother's face gradually became rosy, visible to the naked eye, the chill that was constantly emanating dissipated, and even her lips returned to their rosy color.
Chen Yang had the Tongtianjian that was the culprit in his hand. One breath was enough to suck back all the original chill.
Just worried about whether the mother and son's bodies could support them, Chen Yang could only use this method, which was almost like stripping the cocoon, to pull the coldness out of their bodies bit by bit.
Going back and forth, it took nearly half an hour.
Half an hour later, after Chen Yang carefully checked the pulses of Little Cormorant's mother and little brother, he breathed a sigh of relief and ended the treatment completely.
"No problem."
Chen Yang smiled and nodded at the little cormorant, which was as motionless as the sculpture and had been watching nervously for a long time.
"real?"
The little cormorant jumped three feet high, and hit its little head directly on the black awning. It didn't have time to cry out in pain, so it rushed to the mother and little brother to check and call out.