Chapter 67： Others cultivate immortals, I raise animals 14

But soon Chu Ci couldn't help frowning.

The movement of spiritual power is very unsmooth.

The meridians are blocked, and many of them are due to the fact that the original master ate too much of the pill that gathers spiritual energy. It is three-point poison and is prone to dependence.

With the blessing of the system, Chu Ci has a lot of control over spiritual power, but it is still very difficult to break through these silt.

The little girl's delicate brows were slightly furrowed, and her spiritual power fluctuated. This movement caused the little red hair ball that was shrinking to move slightly. The big plush tail was thrown away, and the golden red eyes opened towards Chu Ci Glanced in the direction.

I saw Chu Ci curling his eyebrows, and black smoke was volatilizing on his body.

Is she actually dredging the impurities in the body?

Do you dare to move your meridian by yourself with this kind of cultivation? I'm not afraid of crippling myself directly.

Had no one told her not to do such dangerous things casually?

A little girl who is not so courageous.

Wen Jing sat up, and the big tail behind him flicked left and right, but her golden-red eyes stared straight at Chu Ci's movements.

However, to Wen Jing's expectation, Chu Ci's reckless action unexpectedly went smoothly.

When the spiritual power of the little girl was stable, Wen Jing's ears trembled slightly.

A line of relief across the eyes.

But the little girl is indeed a little capable. Thinking of the scenes she saw before, Wen Jing's ears trembled twice again, and she saw Chu Ci slightly opened her eyes, a pair of bright and translucent eyes with a hint of water drowsiness.

Just a glance makes people feel a soft mess.

Wen Jing's eyes softened slightly, and she was about to get up when she saw the little girl swaying and tilting to the side.

Abruptly, people produced a sense of panic that the exquisite colored glaze was about to fall and shatter.

But before the delicate and lovely porcelain doll fell on the soft bed, a hand suddenly appeared from the side, with long and distinct fingers, supporting her firmly.

The man raised his brows lightly, with two points of slackness and slackness, and there was a heart-palpitating deepness in the golden red eyes, with a little ridicule and coldness, and the facial features were extremely handsome, even with a kind of confusing. The color is precious, cool and thin, and the corners of the lips are slightly curved like a smile.

Like a god, but also like a ghost, the aura on the body is complicated and contradictory.

Only his face was pale, and there was a scar on his arm with a deep visible bone, because the movement just now made the wound that had not healed open again, and a little bit of bleeding was leaking out.

And the little plush beast that was nesting on the head of the bed is now gone.

When he realized what he had done subconsciously, Wen Jing couldn't help but chuckled softly, and looked at the little girl in his hands with his eyes emptied.

She half-squinted her eyes as if not reacting.

It should be very painful to get rid of the blockage in the meridians, this squeamish little girl is afraid it is not painful.

Chu porcelain, Chu porcelain... porcelain treasure...

Thinking of the name that the little girl said before, Wen Jing raised his brows slightly, and finally his voice was heavy, with a trace of laziness, and he said softly, "Porcelain treasure, it is really like a porcelain doll."

After speaking, he raised his hand and took out the wound medicine that he had stored in the void, and sprinkled it on his wound at will, watching the wound that was still bleeding water healed little by little, no matter which bottle was hard to find. How much medicine was used by him, Wen Jing squinted and threw the medicine bottle back.