General Jia quickly pretended that he heard and saw nothing.
Military Advisor Lin secretly took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and dried up the mouthfuls of blood.
The taste is very strange and difficult to describe, but it is not unpleasant to drink.
General Jia wanted to leave, but his feet seemed to be stuck on nails and he could no longer move.
"Lao Lin, you, you, you -" you said for a long time, but still couldn't come up with the following words, but your eyes were so wide that they were about to fall out.
I saw that on Commander Lin's head and around his mouth, hair and beards were growing rapidly like willow branches in spring.
Scalp wounds also heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Before long, there were no traces of injury on the top of his head, and his hair and beard were over a foot long.
It's just that the hair and beard that grow out are black. The left side of Lin's head is black and the right side is white, which looks like yin and yang. It's very funny.
General Jia couldn't help laughing.
He patted Military Advisor Lin on the shoulder and said, "Old Lin, you are really going to live a long life."
Laughed and left.
Military Advisor Lin was as confused as Zhang Er Jingang. He felt that the pain that had just fallen apart had disappeared. He felt relaxed and seemed to have endless strength. He secretly sighed in his heart: This bowl of dragon blood is really extraordinary.
Commander Lin's feelings were shared by other soldiers who drank Bai Kui's blood.
The white bones grew muscle, which made everyone astonished as if they were still in their dreams.
In this way, after more than an hour, except for the sacrificed soldiers, all the soldiers who were still alive had returned to normal.
Wei Zi was happy, but also worried: the soldiers were fine, but the wounds on Xiaobai's body had not recovered.
In ancient memories, Bai Kui had a strong ability to heal himself. Why is the wound still oozing with golden blood now?
"I'm too old." Xiaobai had a clear understanding and comforted Wei Zi: "It doesn't matter."
Wei Zi thought for a while, took out the bone flute from the cloth bag he was carrying, and played the very ancient tune.
In the cold night, the sound of the flute floats in all directions with the wind.
New green shoots sprouted from the scorched land, new branches sprouted from the dry tree body, and the wounds on Bai Kui's body slowly healed.
"Master, stop. Now that you don't have the power of the Witch God, this is too exhausting." Xiaobai said.
Wei Zi put down the bone flute and reached out to touch the scar: "As long as you're okay."
"You and the Goddess come up here, and I will take you to a place." Xiao Bai said.
"Okay." Wei Zi nodded.
Feng Danyuan ordered General Jia to take his people back to a safe place, and wait until he and Wei Zi come back to discuss everything.
General Jia agreed and made several mental preparations before he could calmly watch Feng Danyuan and Wei Zi ride away on the "dragon".
Someone came over and asked: "What is going on? Is that really a dragon? How can Feng Shuai and the princess talk to the dragon? Dragon blood is so magical! Where are they going with the dragon now..."
General Jia stared at him speechlessly: "Ask me, I also want to ask you: What the hell is going on! Put away your hundred thousand whys and walk away!"
