Chapter 170: Dead wood

As for Chen Hao, after this period of physical conditioning, the meridian meridians in her body have gradually been dredged, and the old face is also much younger. This time, the bath + silver needle treatment is to allow her to resume training, and gradually enter the training period from the qi training, and it will take a long time to return to the level of the previous peak period. After all, Chen Hao has been abandoned and repaired for too long!
After the treatment of the medicinal materials used by Chen Yu and the armor, the brook returned to the room.
The armor and the Nangong Temple collected from them were too many. They were not used up in a short time. Therefore, the most of the remaining herbs were thrown into the space, and they were prepared to be processed slowly.
However, when she first entered the space, she was shocked by the scene inside.
I saw her family’s short-handed, short-legged egg in the ancient Yuntian field, and the diligent hollowing out planted the dead grass.
Quxi just wanted to laugh at the eggs without common sense. How can the withered limbs be revived? After all, the so-called dead death is the same as the seeds that Lingzhi has just grown together. But her smile has not come to the bottom of her eyes. It was discovered that the dead grass that was thrown into the pit by the egg returned to the green color at a speed visible to the naked eye, and gently swayed the leaves and leaves a vivid appearance.
Tunxi blinked his eyes and simply suspected that he had just turned out to be illusory, but when she turned around, she found that the eggs had been planted several times behind the eggs, and each one was green and vibrant.
How is this going? Is it true that the ancient Yuntiantian can save even the dead spirits, and this is too much to be against the sky?
As soon as the egg looked up, he found the brook, and suddenly he was full of surprises. He ran to the side of the creek with a small short leg, and then hugged her calf. "Mother, I am so bored, you are not coming in." Play with me. Right, did you come in with me to bring something delicious?"
Tunxi took a piece of roasted deer's leg from the storage ring and gave it to the egg. Seeing him licking it and swallowing it, he picked it up and pointed at Lingtian Road, which had already had a lot of greenery: "These are all What kind of you?"
"Yeah, isn't the mother let me sort it out?" The egg biting the little hand and laughing, "Mother, the egg is not awkward, isn't it great?"
"Eggs, you are awesome!" With the calmness of Tunxi, I couldn’t help but ecstasy, and then I kissed the little egg face of the egg protein. "You continue to sort out the eggs, and so on." When you are finished, the mother will reward you with a big table of delicious food."
The egg just ate the roast deer legs and felt that it was still unsatisfactory. The words suddenly became overjoyed, and immediately the fart was stalked and ran back to plant.
Suxi was curious and couldn't help but pick up a withered limb, dug a pit and buried it.
However, she did not expect that the scene in which the lingering was born did not appear. The hay was still dry, and there was no sign of turning green.
Tunxi looked up at the eggs in a strange way. "Eggs, what is going on?"
How can the eggs of the eggs survive, but hers can't live? Is it because of the ancient Yun Ling Tian, ​​but because of the eggs?
The egg touched the small tentacles on the head, and looked confused. Then he raised his claws and touched the dry grass of the brook. The next moment, the grass that had just been unresponsive was staged against the brook. A scene of dead wood every spring.