Lang Hua stayed in bed for three more days.
Unlike after Shao Hai's battle with the octopus and sea beast, Lang Hua did not fall asleep this time.
The sun rises and the moon sets, black and white change, and three days fly by.
During this period, Lang Hua kept his eyes open, waiting for the crystal energy in his body to repair the physical wounds bit by bit.
During these three days, Xiaoying found rice and half a pot of soy sauce, and made him a pot of rice that was dark, salty, and half-cooked.
But thanks to this pot of rice, Lang Hua, who was seriously injured in bed, did not starve to death.
Looking at Xiaoying who was busy with his business, Lang Hua, who was lying on the bed with his head tilted, suddenly felt a little emotional.
I remember that Xiaoying never knew how to cook and never took care of herself and the place where she lived.
After all, when they first met, the other person was just a ten-year-old child.
Lang Hua's deepest impression of him was that he was not picky about food.
Thinking of this, Lang Hua called Xiaoying over, touched his head and sighed:
"You have grown up too."
"Uh-huh."
Xiaoying nodded vigorously and rubbed it under Lang Hua's palm as if enjoying it.
Looking at Lang Hua who was sitting up, he asked: "Brother, is your injury healed?"
"Well, that's almost it." Lang Hua stood up and moved around, then asked, "What about you? How are you?"
"Me?" Xiaoying pointed to her nose with her slender index finger.
"Yes, your injuries are also serious..."
Lang Hua stopped talking mid-sentence. Looking from his direction, the traces of trauma on Xiaoying's skin had long since disappeared.
Not only did the wound stop bleeding and healed, but the new skin was as white as jade, and not even a single scar could be seen.
After all, it is the sixth level... Lang Hua couldn't help but think.
"Brother, I'm fine..." The other person held his head up and looked confused.
Speaking of which, in that icicle rain that did not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, the opponent's injuries should be greater than his own.
Self is more important than anything else.
After all, that was Lang Hua's fifth-level offensive that didn't skimp on crystal energy. The opponent was not someone with defensive abilities. If it had been anyone else, it would have been riddled with holes.
But Xiaoying completely recovered in such a short period of time.
Apart from the recovery ability of sixth-level ability users, Lang Hua couldn't think of a better explanation.
In this way, Xiaoying should be at least the early stage of the sixth level.
But this is too strange, not to mention that the current concentration of black mist cannot produce sixth-order evolvers.
Even if it could happen, Xiaoying was never this strong the last time the two met in their previous life.
At that time, most of the people in the company that besieged the Black Blood Altar stronghold were ordinary evolvers. Except for a few second-level ability users in Lang Hua, the rest were just first-level ability users.
What was Xiaoying's strength at that time?
To be able to sweep across an entire company of fully-armed soldiers, it should be either mid-4th level or late-4th level.
Could it be that if we had to do it over again, a person's talent could be rewritten and the speed of evolution could be accelerated to this point?
No, that's not right. There is an unavoidable problem here.
Xiaoying still remembers herself. I even remember the battle at the Black Blood Altar Thatched Cottage.
Could it be that Xiaoying would be the second reborn person besides himself?
During the three days while lying in bed, Lang Hua thought about this issue all the time.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was a possibility.
After all, in addition to the Natashan scientific research base where Zhang Cheng was located, Kemeng had multiple branches around the world that were simultaneously conducting research on mother-and-child aircraft.
The question is when Xiaoying traveled through time and who took the lead in this matter.
He asked about this many times while lying on the bed, but he didn't get much useful information.
The little shadow in front of him was even in a worse mental state than in his previous life.
According to what he said, he had been looking for Lang Hua after that battle. It might have been a year or more.
long time. During this period, he visited many places and met many people, but he had never met Lang Hua until now.
Not only does he have no idea of the current year, he can't even remember how old he is now.
I don’t even understand when, where and how I returned to this era.
In some particularly critical details, Xiaoying's memory was completely blank, which made Lang Hua feel unable to start.
Or maybe he was influenced by external stimuli and forgot most of the details.
In short, this clue cannot be continued for the time being.
After standing up, Lang Hua was silent for a long time. At this time, Xiaoying looked at Lang Hua and suddenly became anxious.
He bit his lip, wrung his two little hands together in a panic, and asked, "Big brother, it was Xiao Ying who hurt you. You are still in pain, right?"
Lang Hua raised his right hand at this time.
Xiaoying immediately closed her eyes tightly and stood there without any hesitation.
The body under the single clothes was also shaking a little.
The expected pain did not come, but was replaced by a warm, broad hand.
Covering the top of his head, gently stroking the loose hair.
"It's okay with me." Lang Hua said softly.
Xiao Ying opened her eyes wide in surprise, with little golden light shining in her amber pupils.
"Anyway, come back with me first." Lang Hua packed up a few belongings, "Also, just call me Lang Hua from now on."
Xiaoying followed behind, and Lang Hua walked out of the container where Xiaoying lived.
The sun shines behind you, and the dark clouds disperse from the sky.
After a light rain, spring has completely entered the second year of the end of the world.
At this time, Lang Hua thought -
The most important thing right now is to finish the matters here first, and then take Xiaoying back to Langya City as soon as possible.
To all these questions, perhaps only Zhang Cheng, who successfully developed the mother-child machine in his previous life and sent Lang Hua to this life, can give him an answer.
