When he finished playing in the scorching sun and returned to the little sun, Hu Qing's hair was so messed up that he couldn't even see it. He was probably ultra-modern and non-mainstream.
Anyway, there is no one else here, and she doesn’t care about her image.
Go find Linglong Zhan.
Linglongzhan was slapped to the edge of the sea of consciousness, crossing the crystal coral forest. What is rare is that all the ruthless silk-blooded evil bead demon emperors are here, watching around the exquisite lamp.
The slap of the scorching sun made the exquisite lamp get rid of the old and usher in the new.
The whole lamp is sparkling and there is no rust left.
Hu Qing picked up the exquisite lamp in surprise and marveled: "Look at the color, it is natural and magnificent. It must have dyed all the changing colors of the sky and the earth."
She gently pushed the outermost cover, and the cover rotated without any ambiguity. If a lamp could be lit inside, it would definitely cast beautiful light and shadow.
Magnificent and colorful.
She cannot make such an ingenious object.
The appearance is easy to imitate, but the essence is hard to capture. And she couldn't match the color just on top.
What is it made of? Why couldn't she see it at all?
The Demon King’s order told her: There is a wick missing.
“What?”
Devil King’s Order: This is a dead shell. Only by finding the wick can it come back to life.
Hu Qing: "Sure enough, I still picked up some garbage."
But——
"Do you know what it is?"
Demon Emperor's Order: It should be the underworld something to use.
Hu Qing was shocked: "Ghost lantern?"
Silk cloth: "Ghost lamp? Yin object? Why didn't I see it?"
Blood evil bead: What the hell? Let me go in and have a look.
The ruthless thread tied the lid on the lamp and pulled it out, and the blood-evil beads swished in and rolled around in the lampstand.
Hu Qing immediately felt distressed: "Come out here. It's only the soul of a dragon that makes the inside a little wet."
The blood evil beads rolled down the lampstand and drilled through the gaps in the space inside. Out of anger, come out: nothing interesting, nothing.
What could it be? I didn't listen to the Demon King's order. Without a wick, this is just a dead shell.
"What is a wick? Where can I find it?"
The Demon King Ling didn't know: it depends on fate.
Fate. Hu Qing was silent. Maybe she really had this fate. After all, she was so good at picking up trash.
Alas.
"When Hu Nuan comes back, I will take her to the fairy world."
Sunbu is inexplicable, why did he suddenly say this?
Hu Qing said: "Go to the fairy world to pick up rags. As for Hu Nuan, hum, she lives too comfortably. She has never suffered much since she was a child."
In this regard, Silk cloth did not comment. Hu Nuan has never suffered? For you, Hu Nuan has been on the front line killing demons for ten years at a young age!
Hu Qing entered the space with Linglong Zhan, feeling a little worried. She was afraid that she would no longer be able to stay in Xiaolijie. Regarding the Demon King's order, the demons will definitely find her fault. Staying in Xiaolijie is like catching a turtle in a urn. Hu Nuan can't stay either. Those people who can't catch him will definitely catch Hu Nuan.
And this exquisite lamp, which seemed to be something from the underworld, also gave Hu Qing a premonition that her future life would not be peaceful.
Perhaps, all this was doomed when she met the big demon sealed by the Demon King's order.
Wait!
At that time, the alchemist Hu Ran made a definite appointment with himself to meet the fairy world. Could it be that he had anticipated the trouble caused by the Demon Emperor's Order?
Then why didn’t he take the Demon Emperor’s Order away? !
Resentful. Returning to the space, Hu Qing put the exquisite lamp in a high cabinet. I found a transparent jar and threw the Moyuan Pill into it. It was like a yo-yo.
She grasped the dagger again and opened the mouth of the black dragon with a solemn expression.
Quanbu was frightened: "You are so scary like this. What did you think of again?"
Hu Qing never hid anything from him, and couldn't hide it. He told his guess, and finally said Sighing: "I have truly received the blessing of Xiaoli Realm, and I have to leave. You know how unwilling I am."
Silk cloth said: "Some people are destined not to stay."
"Like your ex?"
"Well. There were several times when he got tired of it, became discouraged, and hid. , hide, even seal He imprinted his soul and became a mortal. As a result, he could not even live a peaceful life as a mortal. He said that this was his fate and he could not live a pure life. .”How pitiful. Shouldn't it be that he died of exhaustion as an emperor in the mortal world and buried in his documents?
Silk Bu Youyou: "It's the regent. He was beaten to death even after being exhausted."
"Xiao Bu, let's discuss it. When we get to the fairy world, you and the Demon King's order should leave together."
Silk Bu Fangmao: "What do you mean!"
Hu Qing Qing: "I think you might be hurting the Lord."
Hindering the Lord?
He?
Die!
Take a roll of silk and roll it into a thin rope, wrap it around Hu Qing’s neck and cross it hard: “Ahhhh——”
Hu Qing giggled like an old hen: “I It’s a spirit body, it’s useless even if you try to strangle my neck.”
Juanbu roared again, then went outside to strangle Hu Qing’s real neck.
Hu Qing didn't care, could he really strangle her to death?
The short knife was inserted into the black dragon's mouth and peeled off even the scales. The short knife was very sharp and the skin was peeled off quickly and cleanly. Hu Qing peeled and cut the blood vessels along the way to collect the blood. This is a good drawing material. When she finished making the dragon skin, she used the blood of the dragon skin to make a talisman. It was more powerful than the best high-grade talisman on the market.
Of course, the black dragon is just a dragon, not comparable to a real dragon. A real dragon - don't dare to think about it.
The dragon meat is edible and contains a lot of spiritual power. Cut it up and store it in a jade box to eat slowly. Jiao tendons are a good thing and can be used to make soft weapons, whips, bowstrings, etc. Jiao bones are used as hard tools. The membrane in the body cavity can be used as the drumhead. Offal. Edible, but she doesn't really like it. Just use it for fertilizer.
Hu Qing used his spiritual power to carry a large pile of offal to the small mulberry tree. He dug a deep hole around it, chopped the offal and the like into fine pieces, sprinkled it in, and filled it with soil.
"That should be enough, right? I don't know how to professionally fertilize. Well, there is feces in the intestines, so be it."
Looking at the Great Plains with arms akimbo, it's good. The transplanted plants are almost dead.
Is it because there is no air or lack of light in the space?
But the little mulberry tree grows well, can it carry out respiration?
The water in the dug lake is very clear, but calm without a trace of ripples. It looks like stagnant water at first glance.
Hu Qing sighed and turned to the little mulberry tree: "You have grown up well. When you grow up, our space will look better."
Puff puff puff——
Under Hu Qing’s nose, one, two or three small bags appeared on the branch where the unique big mulberry hung.
They are very small, not as big as mung beans, tender and light green. Hu Qing lay down and opened his eyes as wide as possible. Yes, it was a mulberry, and three small mulberries actually grew out of it.
Just——not blooming?
Wait a minute - are there male and female mulberry trees?
Well, this is not an ordinary mulberry tree, this is the hibiscus where the Golden Crow lives. It does not talk about science, but only talks about its happiness.
Hu Qing looked at the big mulberries. They seemed to be riper and more purple than before. Do you want to eat them or not? Forget it, wait until it's cooked.
After putting away the materials for the black dragon, Hu Qing planned to go to the valley to process the things first, so as to maintain the best use effect.
Coming out of the space, a burst of suffocation hit me. The silk cloth was tightened around her neck.
Such a small-minded person.
Silk cloth: Am I being petty? You obviously have a bad mouth!