Following the same pattern, Alang quickly took out a cone from the storage bag and stabbed the little white pig's right buttocks hard. Although the little white pig's body had an instinctive stress response, it still failed to wake up from its sleep.
The little white pig had a strange dream. He dreamed that he was pecked on his right buttock by the Blackbird clan, one of the eight demon clans, and that he was imprisoned in mid-air by some kind of force. No matter how he struggled or howled, he could not Interrupting the Xuanniao clan's pecking at his right buttocks.
The scene in the dream was so vivid that the little white pig had no doubt about the authenticity of the dream, until he saw a black bird flapping its wings, and its huge head was obviously different from other black birds. When the black bird raised its head and revealed its face, the little white pig's pea-sized eyes in the dream almost popped out. The black bird's face turned out to be exactly the same as A Lang's. Seeing A Lang's evil smile, the little white pig's mentality collapsed. While struggling hard, he let out a heart-rending cry.
"Hey? What's wrong with this stupid pig? Does it hurt that much?" Alang said while twisting the little white pig's body in a circle, and the little white pig's mouth and eyes were twisted directly.
As the golden blood from the right buttock of the little white pig dripped to the corner of Xue'er's mouth, Xue'er in her sleep stretched out her tongue and licked the golden blood into her mouth.
"Hmm~" Xueer stretched and stretched her limbs before waking up.
Almost at the same moment, the little white pig whose body was twisted into a twist by A Lang also woke up. Unlike Xueer's extremely comfortable awakening, the pain he had never experienced made the little white pig open his eyes and shed tears.
Seeing Xue'er wake up, A Lang immediately let go of his hands, and the little white pig fell to the ground with a snap. What was a little comforting was that the whole pig's body returned to its normal shape from a twist.
"Xue'er, you finally woke up! But I'm so anxious. If you don't wake up, I'm going to cry..." A Lang said happily. Before A Lang could finish speaking, A Lang's mouth was directly hit by Shi Dun. Dun covered it with his huge palms.
"Bah? What are you talking about? What do you mean?" Xue'er patted the dust on her body and asked Alang curiously while standing next to her.
"No nonsense, Sister Xue'er, Brother Lang is just too happy." Shi Dundun was afraid that A Lang would talk nonsense and directly covered A Lang's mouth. However, his palm was too big, and A Lang's whole face was covered by Shi Dundun's huge palms covered.
A Lang opened Shi Dundun's giant palm with all his strength, "Dundun, you are suffocating me to death! Don't cover my mouth anymore!" A Lang looked at Shi Dundun with an angry look.
"Okay, I won't cover you anymore. Then tell Sister Xue'er what you want to say!" Shi Dundun rolled his eyes and pushed Alang directly in front of Xue'er.
"What are you talking about? You're talking... you're grinning! I'm just trying to scare you. Hehe, there's no other meaning." A Lang looked at Xue'er with a flattering smile on his face, "Xue'er, we can leave this secret realm. Yes, but I have to work hard on you."
"Oh? Can we really go out? Is there any way?" Xueer's eyes lit up when she heard Alang's words.
"Well, that's him. He has a way, but he has to repair half of his body first." A Lang responded to Xue'er while pointing at the mutilated Young Master Tu Su on the ground.
"Master Tu Su?" Xue'er frowned as she looked at the seriously injured Master Tu Su on the ground, then quickly walked to him, then leaned over and touched the remaining body parts of Master Tu Su, releasing the healing spiritual power in her body to wrap around the remaining parts of Master Tu Su. Body.
As Xueer's green water-like spiritual power wrapped around the remaining body of Mr. Tu Su, Mr. Tu Su felt a warm spiritual power to heal him. However, he was too seriously injured. This warm spiritual power could not completely penetrate into the body and could only heal him. The superficial wounds of oneself. The only trace of happiness on Master Tu Su's face flashed across his face.
"How's it going? Xue'er? Is there any way to cure him?" A Lang asked impatiently with joy on his face when he saw Xue'er releasing her healing power to wrap the remaining body of Mr. Tu Su.
"Brother Lang, he is really injured. There is not much hope. It would be great if my mother-in-law is here. My spiritual realm is much lower than my mother-in-law. Even if I try my best to treat him, I can't guarantee the result. I can't. It would be counterproductive." Xue'er felt that the healing spiritual power released could not invade Mr. Tu Su's body, and directly returned the spiritual power to the spiritual pool in his body.
"It's better to have little hope than no hope at all. Just treat him as a dead person. It's better if he can be saved. If he can't be saved, he will be knocked down. This guy is not a good person anyway, so just treat him as a practicing person."
"You..." After hearing Ah Lang's persuasion, Mr. Tu Su, who was lying on the ground in critical condition, trembled, and his heart was extremely angry.
"What are you? If I hadn't seen that you had a way to get out of here, believe it or not, I would have dug a hole and buried you?" A Lang saw Master Tu Su's body swaying slightly, and guessed that his words had irritated Master Tu Su.
"You're right, let's just practice it. Among the high-level spiritual skills taught by my mother-in-law, there is one that I haven't used yet. I will try it today. However, my level is much lower than that of my mother-in-law. I need auxiliary spiritual materials. Only then can it be used."
"Oh? What kind of high-level spiritual skills and mental methods? Auxiliary spiritual materials, what are they? Never heard of it?" A Lang asked Xue'er with great curiosity.
Xue'er didn't respond to A Lang, she frowned slightly and looked at the little white pig not far away who was licking the wound on her right butt. What caught Xueer's special attention was not the golden blood coming out of the wound of the little white pig, but the flicking tail of the little white pig.
"That stupid pig? What can it be used for?"
