Chapter 1071: The Great Wilderness Road of 300,000 Miles
The little one is five years old.
So he decided to boil himself a can of five-animal milk, which was a combination of five kinds of animal milk, as a gift for himself when he was five years old.
With her feet on the stone bench, the little boy was working hard in front of the stove. From time to time, he would put his fingers into the milk jug and dip some animal milk into it to taste.
He is already a five-year-old child. He has to make animal milk and drink it by himself. He can no longer ask the patriarch of the family to help him.
Uncle Meng once said that if you do it yourself, you will have enough food and clothing.
After a while, the animal milk in the milk tank began to bubble and the fragrance of milk overflowed.
The little one sniffed, feeling a little intoxicated.
This delicious smell deep in the soul is so addictive to the little one.
Then the little one looked around vigilantly, while his hands kept carving some simple runes in the void.
When these runes are combined, they have an effect, which is to prevent the smell within the rune package from spreading to the outside.
This is the rune that the little boy specially learned from God Liu for advice.
By learning these runes, Uncle Meng no longer has to worry about others discovering me drinking animal milk!
Picking up the clay pot, the little boy took a big mouthful of animal milk.
With his current level of cultivation, he doesn't have to worry about getting burned.
"belch."
The little one burped with satisfaction, his craftsmanship has improved again!
When Uncle Meng comes back, I must let him try my craftsmanship!
Then the little one reluctantly put it in the milk jug, unable to drink it all at once.
Uncle Meng once said that although animal milk is good, don’t drink it too much.
The little hands kept patting the milk can, and the runes were printed on the body.
When these simple runes are combined, they undergo magical changes and can exert magical effects.
To put it simply, it means keeping warm and fresh.
Then the little one smelled her body again and fanned her hands vigorously, trying to dissipate the smell of milk.
As a five-year-old child, he is not allowed to smell like milk.
We can't let people in the village know that he is still drinking animal milk!
After all the preparations were done, the little boy jumped off the stone bench and ran out of the room with a bang.
He came to the entrance of the village and found Liu Shen.
"Willow God, Willow God, are you there, are you there?" Little Boy raised his head and shouted as he looked at the increasingly lush branches of Willow God.
One of Willow God's branches gently fell down and patted the little boy's head.
Suddenly, a hand fell on the little boy's neck, and then lifted him up directly.
The little guy was lifted into the air, his hands and feet flapping.
"Who, don't know that the little one can't lift the back of his neck?" the little one shouted.
"Snapped!"
Then a slap hit the little one directly on the butt.
"Ah, Uncle Meng!" cried the little boy.
The touch, strength, and angle coming from his butt all made the little one feel very familiar.
Engraved deep in the soul!
The little boy turned half of his head and looked at Meng Chuan, his little face full of joy.
Then he faced Liu Shen, but leaned back with his hands and feet, and hugged Meng Chuan in reverse.
"Uncle Meng, I miss you so much!"
Meng Chuan turned the little one around and put it in his arms, then covered the little one's face with one hand and kept pinching it.
"Oh, how much do you want it?" Meng Chuan said with a smile.
Willow God's branches swayed lightly, seeming to say hello to Meng Chuan.
The little one kept rubbing his head in Meng Chuan's arms, and smelling the familiar smell made him very happy.
Meng Chuan's Kunpeng spiritual body dissipated a month ago.
After hearing Meng Chuan's question, the little boy raised his head and looked at Meng Chuan's chin.
"I just really want to."
"I really want to think too much about it?"
"That's it..." The little one was speechless. How much was he thinking?
"Hahaha." Meng Chuan couldn't help laughing when he saw the little ones wrinkled together, looking like they were racking their brains and thinking.
"Uncle Meng is teasing me!" The little boy jumped off Meng Chuan and ran to Liu Shen to complain.
Meng Chuan smiled and approached Liu Shen and touched the little boy's head.
"From now on, if you go to Liu Shen, just tell him if you have anything to do." Meng Chuan began to teach the little Dundun.
"The big Liu Shen is standing here and hasn't run away. You still ask if Liu Shen is there. Do you know that asking like this will make Liu Shen look stupid?"
The little boy looked at Meng Chuan and then at Liu Shen, feeling that this was reasonable, but it didn't seem that reasonable.
As for the Willow God, there is nothing to say, the light willow branches don't seem to be so fluttering anymore.
It was a normal thing at first, but when you said it, it really made me look like a fool.
Meng Chuan knelt down and looked at the little one, "Why did you come to Liu Shen?"
Then Meng Chuan looked suspicious and pinched the little one's face.
"Are you trying to steal my tea?"
"I haven't stolen anything."
The little one shook his head quickly, "How is that possible? I just took it directly!"
What he said was so arrogant, and he even pinched his waist with both hands.
"..." Meng Chuan was speechless, then looked at Liu Shen and sent a message to Liu Shen.
"During my absence, the little one was led astray by you."
Liu Shen once again wanted to get up from the ground and escape from this place. Staying in this place was really hurting Liu.
Your spiritual body dissipated for a month. How could I teach him bad things in such a short period of time?
"Uncle Meng, if you come back later, you won't be able to see me!" said the little boy.
Meng Chuan was shocked. It had only been a month since his spiritual body dissipated. Something unpredictable had happened.
The little guy is going to die young?
"I'm going out alone to sharpen myself!" There was a bit of pride in the little one's tone.
He is about to walk alone in the wilderness, he is a big boy!
"I'm going to let the little one travel three hundred thousand miles across the wilderness to hone himself." Liu Shen said at this time.
Meng Chuan instantly understood what was going on.
Some of them couldn't laugh or cry, so they spanked the little one's butt a few more times.
How to talk, what do you mean I won’t be able to see you when I come back later.
The little one's eyes were rolling. Meng Chuan had gone out for a while, but he still liked his butt so much.
"Uncle Meng, what do you think?" the little boy asked crisply.
"Three hundred thousand miles of wilderness road..." Meng Chuan pondered, his expression unclear.
When the little boy saw Meng Chuan like this, he thought that Meng Chuan had just come back and was reluctant to leave him and worried about his safety.
"Uncle Meng, don't worry, you don't have to worry about me. I'm very powerful now and I will definitely come back safely!"
Meng Chuan waved his hand gently, "I'm not worried about your safety, I just think that 300,000 miles of wilderness road may not be enough."
"Dega."
The little boy opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Liu Shen was also speechless.
As expected of you.
"The 300,000 miles of wilderness road proposed by Liu Shen is based on the level of training the cubs of ancient ferocious beasts such as Zhenjian, Pixiu and so on."
In the past, all kinds of powerful creatures and races treated their descendants very harshly.
In order for the offspring to grow up smoothly and have a brilliant future, they are usually subjected to hellish training at an early age.
Walking alone in the wild mountains filled with specially selected ferocious beasts and full of dangers is a way of testing.
You are not required to defeat a specific enemy, but face dangers everywhere.
?Liu Shen’s requirements for the little one are naturally very high, something no one in the eight realms of the lower realm dares to think or do.
Train your little one in the same way as the strongest race in the world.
Meng Chuan looked at the little one and said seriously:
"But what about you? You are just a little kid. How can those cubs of ancient ferocious beasts compare with you?"
"Not even a hair on your legs can compare!"
"I have no leg hair." The little one muttered in a low voice.
"..."
Meng Chuan was considering whether to plug the little one's mouth.