It's not the Tianhu tribe, it's the Tianyu tribe.
Shui Miaomiao of the Tianhu tribe had seen it in the "Grand View of the World of Gods and Demons", while the Tianyu tribe had heard about it from Ling Na, and there was no written record.
If he hadn't heard it from Ling, Shui Miaomiao would never have guessed that He Lianlian was talking about those three words.
How did He Lian Lian know about the Tianyu Clan, and why did he say it to himself.
It was obvious that she was provoking, but unfortunately she was provoking the wrong person, so Shui Miaomiao failed to show the look He Lianlian imagined.
He Lianlian put down the raised curtain and hid the smile on his lips.
What she asked for in the Jiayou Secret Realm, the feedback she got was an introduction to the Tianyu Clan, their talents, their weaknesses, their various features, and a body that seemed to have been modified. She was much more proficient in using the Spiritual Beads than before. .
It turns out that the Tianhu tribe that humans call is really called the Tianyu tribe, but so what, it is just a name. The things in their minds can speed up people's cultivation, that is, they can be used and hunted.
He Lianlian thought that with this knowledge, it would be sooner or later to avenge her master, but now, she must use this knowledge to first increase her own strength, and first make those in the sect who humiliate me and bully me pay the price. Playing with the Tianyu clan······
Because of the existence of Shui Miaomiao, a frail and sickly person, the fairy boat could not sail too fast. Everyone stayed in their rooms to practice, leaving Shui Miaomiao alone to wander in the fairy boat.
It is already Haishi, and after more than an hour, the day will be over.
Shui Miaomiao yawned and stretched her waist.
I can't resist it~
Now when you sleep, will your mind automatically start chanting sutras?
Shui Miaomiao casually jumped onto a table with the word '人' placed on it.
When you hear auditory hallucinations in your mind, it usually means that your brain has been damaged, but I haven't hit my brain recently. Could it be that I have some kind of mental illness?
I am really on the road to becoming a madman, and I will never look back. By the way, can mental illness be cured here?
As he was thinking wildly, Shui Miaomiao felt that his right leg was throbbing from time to time, but it only happened once in a while, as if it was reminding him of something.
It must be cramps, Shui Miaomiao didn't care.
She wasn't full after dinner and was hungry. Shui Miaomiao patted her belly and asked if she wanted to go to the kitchen.
Shui Miaomiao, who sat up and wanted to jump off the table, suddenly rolled down from the table, hit her head on the corner of the table, and instantly turned red.
But none of this matters.
A heartbreaking pain came from his right ankle, and big beads of sweat flowed from his head.
His face turned pale and bloodless in an instant, his eyebrows were knitted together, his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets, his nose was flaring, and he was breathing rapidly.
This sudden pain should have made Shui Miaomiao scream.
But Shui Miaomiao pinched her throat with her hands and opened her mouth. She was obviously shouting, and she could hear it, but no sound came out.
He sat up with difficulty, bent his legs, and hugged his right leg tightly with both hands. The veins on his arms popped out, and he pushed his trouser legs up with difficulty.
An iron chain, a chain that could be seen and touched, was wrapped around Shui Miaomiao's ankle, tightening constantly and embedded in the flesh.
The chain was still carrying high temperature, and when blood spilled out, it would evaporate instantly. Shui Miaomiao looked at it and seemed to be able to smell the smell of barbecue.
The iron chain actually spread upwards, wrapping around Shui Miaomiao's calf in the blink of an eye, pressing into the flesh, exposing the dense white bones.
"Hold!"
Shui Miaomiao couldn't help but curse, the same sound was only heard by herself.
How many meanings does this have? I can play it to death!
The familiar voice that tortured her all night yesterday sounded in her mind. Shui Miaomiao thought that she might have guessed the reason, but she didn't want to just admit it.
Shui Miaomiao used her strength to suck the milk and bumped into the stool nearby. There was a sound, attracting the four children.
"Miaomiao?"
Si Jun from the fifth floor looked at Shui Miaomiao who was huddled on the ground on the first floor. She quickly put down the tray in her hand, jumped down and stepped forward to help Shui Miaomiao up.
"How did this happen? Why did you hit your head?"
Si Chu looked at the wound on Shui Miaomiao's head where blood was soaked in, and gently wiped it with her hands.
"That's not it." Shui Miaomiao tried his best to squeeze out a few words, then took off Si'an's hand from his head and pointed at his right leg.
"What's wrong with the legs?" Sibu looked over in confusion.
Fair and slender, with a sense of lines, Sijun easily pulled Shui Miaomiao's trousers back to their original positions, reset the hem of the skirt to cover her white and tender feet, and said seriously: "There is also Mr. Zhengyong on the boat."
Is this the point?
Shui Miaomiao didn't know what expression to use in response to Si Chu.
Can't he see it? Even if he can't see the chain, he can still see the wound!
But Sibu really didn't see anything.
Shui Miaomiao pushed away the four-piece and lifted up her skirt. Her calf was as white and tender as new. There were no chains, no wounds, and not even a drop of blood left on the ground.
If the pain hadn't dissipated, Shui Miaomiao would have wondered if it was just an illusion.
"Miaomiao?"
Si Chu saw that Shui Miaomiao looked wrong, "But your legs hurt again?"
He nodded subconsciously, then shook his head, "Just, I got a cramp. You know, the moment of the cramp was really painful."
Wiping away the tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, Shui Miaomiao smiled gracefully at Si Nin, held on to the corner of the table beside her, waved away Si Nin's hand, stood up on her own, and limped towards the room.
I am really well-raised!
Now when something happens, I call someone immediately!
But it's obvious that no one else can control this.
"Miaomiao, you have a wound on your forehead!" Siyu realized what she was doing and caught up with him in two steps.
Shui Miaomiao immediately sat on the steps, raised his head and smiled, "Then please Sijun, please take care of it for me. I'm going to get ready to go to bed."
"How come it's so deep?" Siyu gently applied the medicine and fixed the gauze, "Shall we take Miaomiao back to her room?"
Shui Miaomiao waved her fingers and said with a smile: "It's not like I can't take care of myself. I just watched you put the tray. If you have something else to do, go and do your business. I'll take good care of myself."
Under Shui Miaomiao's urging, Si Chu went up to the fifth floor step by step, packed up the trays that had fallen to the ground, and walked inside.
The moment he lost sight of his mother, the pain that had not subsided returned again.
"Well."
Shui Miaomiao gritted her teeth, unwilling to make any sound.
In fact, no one would hear her even if she said it, but Shui Miaomiao was so paranoid, as if she would lose if she made a sound.
Holding the railing with both hands, Shui Miaomiao almost climbed to the second floor.
After falling into the room, Shui Miaomiao used her last strength to close the door and lock it.
Then he gasped and lifted up his skirt with difficulty. The chain had spread to his thigh, and the pain was a hundred times more severe than before.
In fact, it hurts and you get used to it.
Shui Miaomiao leaned against the door, smiling mockingly, but 'God', you have to be lucky. If it were me before, I would have let you hang.
It’s just a broken jar but I’m still afraid of it falling!
But now, she has a little more things to worry about. Someone will be sad if she dies without knowing it, and she doesn't want to make those people sad.
