Excessive blood loss can still be very harmful.
The only disadvantages were the three large bowls of tonic soup every day and the endless number of strange medicinal baths.
The former is Jiang Liang's handwriting, and the latter is the true inheritance learned from Granny Ma in Xia Wu Cong.
Lin Du was sitting in the deserted bamboo house in the summer, holding a cup of tonic soup. The color of his blood was not restored, and he was about to be sent away.
Ni Jinxuan placed a plate of specially made heavenly materials and earthly treasures to replenish blood and vitality in front of Lin Du, "Little uncle! Medicinal food! Delicious!"
Lin Du forced a smile, looked down at the obviously irregular, weird gray-purple striped dumplings of different sizes, and tried to figure out the words.
"Did you make it yourself? It looks really... special."
Ni Jinxuan's eyes were bright, and she took out a bunch of notes, which were densely packed with names of many medicines, "That's right! I asked Second Senior Sister, and she said these are all good for you."
Lin Du had a complicated expression on his face, "Then you joined them all?"
Ni Jinxuan nodded vigorously, "Yes!"
"That's more than thirty kinds..." Lin Du decided to name it Shiquan Dabu Wan. The other names were not worthy of this stuff. Under Ni Jinxuan's expectant eyes, she changed hands and gave it to Hou Cang, "Senior Brother, you Come first, you are so injured, eat something good."
Hou Cang lowered his head and looked at the dumplings that looked like they were not evenly mixed and were too rich in color. He hesitated to speak, but they seemed to have been made by his nephew. It was inappropriate not to eat them. He took them silently and stuffed them into his mouth. inside.
I thought that no matter how bad it tasted, it would still taste better than the steamed buns he had eaten when he was a slave. But for a moment, Hou Cang only had four words in his mind: "A waste of natural resources."
It's not that it's unpalatable, but it's so confusing that people can't distinguish the main signals for a moment, and their brains completely shut down.
After the battle in the far north, the Fallen Angels were completely destroyed, and the demons that occupied that area were also devoured by "their own people" in the midst of the war.
But it wasn't just Lin Du who was really injured, there was also a grudge brother who was forced to drink medicine with her, and the three little ones.
Not only do they have to drink medicine and bandage, but they also have to sit in rows and listen to Cang Li's music to make up for the damage to their souls.
Fortunately, this time it was a piano, not a suona.
Lin Du lay very peacefully.
With Hou Cang suffering together, she will be balanced.
The Supreme Sect fell into a brief period of calm. The noisiest disciples were recovering from their injuries, and the rest went to the border of Zhongzhou to sweep away the evil spirits.
That day, Lin Du crawled out of the chaotic medicinal bath with a pinch of his fingers. As soon as he changed his clothes in the hot steam and turned out, he met Hou Cang's hesitant eyes.
Lin Du carelessly tidied his hair and said, "It's your turn."
Hou Cang crossed his arms and said, "Please wake up. I have been cured three days ago. You are the only one who can't give up treatment now."
Lin Du yelled, "Then why are you here? Watch my fun?"
Hou Cang shook his head with a solemn expression, "When the Fallen Angel dissipated that day, did you hear his last words?"
Lin Du really didn't hear it. She had endured so many laws of heaven, and her body contained mountains, seas, heaven and earth. In the end, when the mountains and rivers inside her body collapsed, all five senses were lost.
That day, she was first absorbed into the aura, and then took over the "divine power" as a mortal. Every part of her body was overloaded, and she lost a lot of blood and couldn't think too much. After she came back, her consciousness and body collapsed, and now she is a pure person. In the state of a disabled person, I cannot use my spiritual power and consciousness. Whenever I use my mind, the rules come back and the pain is severe, so I have never had a chance to review the game.
"Finally, the Fallen Angel said that you worked hard and sacrificed most of your life to barely deal with a few fallen angel fragments. You will never know how huge and powerful a real god is."
Lin Du frowned slightly when he heard this, enduring a dull pain in the divine palace, "Have you told your master?"
Hou Cang shook his head, "Not yet, I want to think about it with you first."
"After all, I have to say that I will report everything in detail, but I don't understand why I saw the dissipation of the master. Maybe the fallen angel deliberately messed with my mind."
Lin Du looked at his face, which had long returned to its former mountain-mountain-cold-moon look, and read out a sentence inexplicably, "No matter how many plots and tricks you have, if you don't understand it, there will be zero harm."
Lin Du suddenly had some doubts. How could Hou Cang be so paranoid in his previous life?
Sometimes a low IQ and a lack of a long mouth will cause 90% misunderstanding.
Lin Du stood lazily, leaning casually on the nearest bamboo couch, lowering his eyes and thinking.
Sometimes things don't need to be reasoned out.
In the previous life, driven by the Fallen Angel, he sacrificed himself to the sky in the turmoil, and his descendants fell into ruin.
The purpose of the Fallen Angel is to sacrifice in front of the river, not to sacrifice to heaven.
The Fallen Angel's target is Lin Tuan, but what is there in Lin Tuan that is worthy of the Fallen Angel's plot?
The problem still lies in that formation, the formation that converts the heavenly path to sacrifice.
Lin Du frowned. It was a pity that she had never seen that formation, otherwise she would have been able to figure out what the formation was and what its purpose was.
What she cared about was not the look of Lintuo dissipating in the eyes of the Fallen Angel, but the future result of Lintuo worshiping the heaven.
Hou Cang was able to come up to her immediately instead of hiding it in his heart, which was considered progress.
Lin Du adhered to the idea of not following fools in circles and went straight to the point, "Senior brother, putting this aside, have you ever thought about offering sacrifices to heaven?"
Hou Cang was stunned for a moment, "When you were in the underworld..."
Lin Du closed his eyes, "The seal of the origin of the demonic energy should be broken soon, and in four years, the group of people who were killed back then will be born in large numbers. Within five hundred years, the resources will be exhausted because there is no time to circulate. Fault.”
"So someone must sacrifice, right?" Hou Cang cut off her words.
Lin Du nodded and shook his head, "Maybe there is a better way, but I didn't expect it."
Both men fell into a brief silence.
When Wei Zhi was looking for someone, he found himself on the top of an isolated peak for no apparent reason. He saw the extremely lonely figures of these two groups. Just looking at the backs of the two heads, he could feel the faint resentment emanating from the tops of their heads. Yi Qing Yibai and the two dumplings seemed to be sighing.
"Sad~" Lin Du sighed.
"Sad~" Hou Cang shook his head.
"Have some?" Wei Zhi thought it was funny, but Lin Du didn't care. Hou Cang was a little older than him, so why did he play with a child?
The two squatting people suddenly saw a wine bottle in front of them. They were startled. They stood up with their waists neatly and followed the trend with an elbow.
Wei Zhi quickly retreated, moving half the distance up the hill in an instant, carrying a wine bottle with a smile on his face, but he looked unsympathetic.
"It's rare to see the two of you quietly alone together without having a discussion."
His voice was gentle and gentle, and there was no hint of anger.
Lin Du looked very apologetic, "I'm sorry, Master, I didn't know you were here."
Wei Zhi didn't even move his eyebrows, he was lying.
With Lin Du's mind and consciousness, wouldn't he be able to detect his approach?
In other words, Hou Cang still has some possibility.
"It's okay." Wei Zhi's tone was calm and soft, with a perfect smile, "I'm here to express my condolences to you."
Lin Du was very sorry, "I'm still taking medicine."
"There is no conflict. It is brewed with the best spiritual fruits and added with nectar. A pot is worth a million in Yunmoluo. A small bottle can cure a person with congenital deficiencies."
Lin Du commented sincerely, "You look like a salesman."
Wei Zhi was still laughing, "I'm not, I picked the most expensive one, of course I have to emphasize that."
"You take this," Lin Du tried to figure out the meaning, "Are you taking it without asking?"
Hou Cang reacted slowly, "Wei Zhi, the things you have moved to Master's house for so many years were all stolen from Tantra!"
Lin Du sighed, look, how big the difference is between high EQ and low EQ.
