Chapter 1506: Wayward Ancestor 8

Chapter 1506 The Wayward Ancestor 8
Then Tang Wenfeng obediently ate half of the grain, and put the remaining half back to Tianmiao.
"You keep it." Tianmiao did not answer.
"Okay." Tang Wenfeng just put the porcelain bottle away, then frowned suspiciously, his ass, as if it didn't hurt anymore?
He tentatively reached out his hand and gently rubbed his ass. Hey? It seems that it really doesn't hurt, is this all right?
"Old ancestor, what kind of medicine is this? If it works, my injury is healed?!" Tang Wenfeng asked in surprise.
"Healing, detoxification." Tian Miao replied.
"It's too powerful, this medicine is almost immediate. Huh? Ah, why am I getting a nosebleed, ah, I, I am so hot..." Tang Wenfeng was still admiring just now, and the next moment his face changed, he wiped his nose. A nosebleed in one hand. Moreover, the limbs began to heat up, and there seemed to be a force of physical strength to collide everywhere.
"Maybe, it shouldn't be half a grain, it should, just lick it." Tianmiao's voice came from the carriage, with a thoughtful tone.
"Old ancestor, me, I am a little bit painful now. It seems that there is a fire running around in my body." Tang Wenfeng frowned and said with a bitter expression.
"Extend your hand." Tian Miao said.
Tang Wenfeng stretched out his hand obediently, and then he felt Tianmiao stretch out his finger to tap his palm, and then quickly spread across his body with a coolness, the arrogant force in his body fell silent, but it seemed Did not completely disappear.
"It's been suppressed for you. It will be automatically unraveled after ten years. I hope you have enough internal strength to refine this pill power at that time." Tian Miao said leisurely.
"That is to say, this power will not reappear again in ten years, and we must have enough internal power to refine this power." Tang Wenfeng thought, and suddenly said, "What if my internal strength is not enough?"
"Then wait for death, who will let you be as weak as you are now in ten years." Tian Miao said coldly.
Tang Wenfeng choked and felt aggrieved, always feeling bullied by his ancestors. Suddenly he thought again, did Tang Fengyue's ancestor be bullied by his ancestor in the same way back then?
Probably! Tang Wenfeng felt balanced when he thought of this.
Wait, these are not the points!
The point is, what kind of magical medicine did the ancestors give? How could he heal his own injury in one go, and the kind that he could not bear with such a powerful medicinal effect.
Is the ancestor really a god? Was it their Tang family shamelessly posting that they belonged to their ancestors?
Thinking of this, Tang Wenfeng couldn't help but wanted to ask: "Old ancestor, can I ask you about the scene where you met Tang Fengyue's ancestor?"
"Didn't your ancestral hall have records?" Tianmiao replied.
"But, I went out to practice before it was time to show it to me. The rule of our Tang family is to wait for the age of eighteen before entering the ancestral hall to watch the memoir." Tang Wenfeng explained.
"So..." Tianmiao understood, "I'll tell you next time. Now, come in and play chess with me."
"Ah? I'll play chess with you, then no one will drive the cart." Tang Wenfeng was puzzled.
"The carriage can go by itself. My two horses should be smarter than many people." Tian Miao said lightly.
Ok? ! !
Then you let me be a coachman?
No, this is not the point.
The point is, a horse smarter than a human? Is this still an ordinary horse? Or, these two snow-white horses are not horses at all?
(End of this chapter)