Miffel had many things to ask, but she just couldn't speak. Not only was her body stiff and weak, but her tongue was also numb. Except for the loss of consciousness, there was nothing she could do with her body. She could only look at Qing Lin helplessly and said in her heart:
Sister, I am completely suffering from the symptoms of poisoning. How can I feel that my power has greatly increased?
Qinglin continued: "You sucked my blood, and the mind of the poisonous insect I nourished with my blood is connected. If someone else swallows the poison powder, they will be sent by you for the rest of their lives, and they will be connected with you."
Speaking of this, Qinglin showed a smile on her lips and said: "Silly sister, don't let your sister down, you must make good use of the Golden Silkworm Gu."
Although Miffel is not Qinglin's biological sister, seeing her as though her life was not long-lived and entrusting her with her last words, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable and shed a tear from the corner of her eye.
Qinglin helped Miffel wipe away her tears and said: "That hundred-withered whip was made by the Corpse King from python skin and bones. It was originally white, but after being tempered with corpse beads for forty-nine years, it turned black. I stole it."
Isn’t it fun to use his whip to beat his slaves? You can keep that whip from now on. When you see it, you will think of your sister and your father who gave his life for the golden silkworm Gu..."
Qinglin's voice became softer and softer, and she suddenly pointed at the wall and said: "Look, sister Hua, there are so many stars. Look, that's the North Star, that's the Big Dipper..."
Miffel knew that Qinglin was hallucinating, which was definitely not a good sign. Sure enough, Qinglin babbled a few nonsense words and fell into Miffel's arms.
I don't know how long it took, but Miffel felt that Qinglin's body was already cold and cold. Knowing that she had feelings, she moved her stiff body a few times and sat up.
She admired Qinglin for being a strong woman, helped her put on her clothes, put her on the bed, knelt down a few times, and said: "Sister Qinglin, although I am not your younger sister, I will miss you as if you were my own sister.
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She remembered Qinglin's last words and looked at the rather creepy jar. She cautiously approached it and opened it a crack to take a look. It was too dark to see clearly inside.
She mustered up the courage to open all the lids and looked inside. Inside was a dead lizard with its belly bulging upwards and motionless.
Miffel looked at the mallet she had prepared in person, and knew that she was going to use this to pound the lizard into meat sauce, and then dry it into powder for use. So she took it over, closed her eyes, and used the mallet to pound the lizard in the jar for a while, and then
When I opened my eyes, there was already a puddle of meat inside.
He carefully took out the lizard's meat paste, placed it on a newspaper, and took it to the balcony.
It was already the rising sun. Miffel put it in the sun and sat on the stool, looking at the bloody thing. She didn't know if she was doing the right thing.
Lang Shuoyang didn't know how long he had been unconscious. When he opened his eyes, the sun was already high. He looked at his second uncle Lang Yunming in a white coat standing in front of him. He forced a smile and said, "I'm not dead yet."
Lang Yunming smiled: "How can we, the Lang family, be so fragile!"
Lang Shuoyang was injured by Watanabe, and he used his true energy to activate the formation even though he was injured. It was lucky that his meridians were not severed. Although he woke up at this time, his whole body was still weak.
Lang Yunming asked him to recover well and then go out.
Lang Shuoyang quickly stopped him: "Second uncle, do you have any news about Sister Zixuan?"
Lang Yunming shook his head: "I can't get through her phone. This girl has always been a loner and rarely contacts me."
Lang Shuoyang nodded and wanted to ask Lang Yunming to help call Yinan Police Station, but he was too embarrassed to speak. Seeing that he stopped talking, Lang Yunming turned around and went out.
Lang Shuoyang was closing his eyes and running his Qi to heal his wounds. Suddenly, the door opened and a girl jumped in. Her big eyes rolled around and she said with a smile: "Lang Shuoyang, are you dead?"
Lang Shuoyang didn't need to open his eyes to know that the flower girl possessed by Miffel had arrived, and he casually replied: "Half of him is already dead."
Miffel said: "It doesn't matter, as long as you have a little life left, I will save you with Daluo Jindan." After saying that, he took out a round pill, came over and stuffed it into Lang Shuoyang's mouth. Lang Shuoyang wanted to resist vomiting.
He came out, but Miffel pinched his nose and slapped his throat. He couldn't help coughing, and the pill immediately entered his stomach.
Lang Shuoyang said angrily: "Ghost girl, what did you make? Why is it so smelly?" While scolding Miffel, he wondered why Miffel's hands and feet were suddenly so fast and surprisingly powerful. It seemed that she had returned to her normal state again.
Her skills when combined with a python.
Miffel smiled and said: "Don't tell me how it tastes first. You should first feel lucky and feel how it tastes!"
Lang Shuoyang's athletic aura was indeed abundant. He felt a coolness in his belly. Instantly, the true energy spread throughout his limbs. He raised his arms and legs deeply, turned over and got out of bed, and said curiously: "Hey, what on earth is this? Why all of a sudden?"
It feels like it was the same as before when I wasn’t injured!”
Miffel said: "There is something even more peculiar! Let me take a look at you." As she said that, she stood on tiptoes, held Lang Shuoyang's chin in her hand, looked left and right, and said happily: "Well, it turns out she didn't lie to me.
You have really changed your appearance."
Lang Shuoyang was doubtful and reached out to touch his cheek. As expected, his skin was much smoother and there were no wrinkles. When he took a look in the mirror, he actually regained his appearance of a twenty-two-year-old!
Lang Shuoyang became more and more surprised and asked: "What on earth did you give me to eat?"
Miffel was beaming with joy and said, "Not only have your skills improved, but your appearance has also recovered. The most important thing is that you are also my favorite. Guess what?"
Lang Shuoyang asked: "What?"
Miffel said: "If you take this pill, we will be connected from now on. Whatever I want you to do, you will do it!"
Lang Shuoyang was shocked, reached out and grabbed Miffel's tiny wrist, and asked, "Don't be so pretentious, what is it? Where is Qinglin?"
Miffel nodded: "Sure enough, this thing was given to me by Qinglin. This is the golden silkworm Gu she sacrificed her life to refine. I made two pills. I took one, you took one, and the world
There is no third one!"
"What, how is this possible? How can I explain it to Qing Lin?" Lang Shuoyang was anxious to grab his throat and spit it out.
Miffel smiled and said: "Don't be stupid, the golden silkworm Gu powder melts as soon as it enters the stomach, and it has become one with your blood. Unless all the blood in the body is drained, you will never be separated."
Lang Shuoyang was furious, pinched Miffel's arm hard, and said, "To seize someone's love is to become a robber. Tell me, what did you do to Qinglin?"
Miffel saw Lang Shuoyang suddenly angry, with tears in her eyes, and said aggrievedly: "I am wholeheartedly for you, but in your heart I am not as good as a woman I just met!" As he said this, Lang Shuoyang didn't grab her hand as he flicked his arm.