Chapter 487： Brother's Hearth (44)

There was a white light in my mind, I couldn't think about anything, and adapted a little, but the pain seemed to know her changes, and I was rushing more and more fiercely.

"Ah!" I couldn't help crying.

All the pain seemed to find a vent, and Xia Qiu kept panting, relying on the remaining consciousness. If she lost consciousness, she was afraid that she would instinctively show the demon flower shape ...

"Old man, it's okay to take such a fierce medicine for the first time, is that okay?" Outside the wooden house, listening to the screams in the room, Hung Hom was a little hesitant.

Shaking his head, Ling Ruofeng held his beard tightly, and his expression was dignified.

"If she can't bear it, she will run out. Did you forget that prediction? If this bitterness can't be eaten, how could she be the person in the prediction?"

"Well, this child is also pitiful ..." Hongyan sighed.

"All for Lingyu mainland." Ling Ruofeng also sighed.

...

The endurance of pain has reached an extreme. Each time Xia Qiu thought that he would pass out, but could endure it, but the subsequent pain once again washed away her limit of pain tolerance.

The pain was washing the body like the waves, Xia Qiu's palms had been bleeding due to tightness, but the powerful medicine had restored her body infinitely.

I thought that such torture was endless, but it was awkward, a cool feeling came out of my mind, and I washed the limbs and bones of the body like a gigantic infusion.

The divine thoughts were a little bit condensed, Xia Qiu saw the white natal bead in her eyebrow glowing with a slight light, and the breath overflowing from the natal bead was the eye spring!

I did not expect Lingquan to have such a wonderful use. Xia Qiu breathed a sigh of relief. Lingquan and the medicinal soup seemed to have a reconciling effect. The medicinal soup solidified her soul and body, and Lingquan relieved the fierce pain.

The painful voice in the wooden house gradually faded, but the spirit of the wind and the red sorrow outside the wooden house changed suddenly.

"Old man, let's go and see her. Don't be in trouble!" Hung Hoe said busyly.

Ling Ruofeng immediately nodded.

Pushing open the door and rushing in, the wood was full of heat, and in the wooden barrel behind the screen, the white girl's body was hidden in the green medicinal soup, her eyes closed, her face peaceful, as if she was asleep.

Sigh of relief, Hong Zhi was a little strange, listening to the steady breathing in the barrel, still relieved.

"How? Are you all right?" Ling Ruofeng asked for the first time.

Shaking her head, Hongyan is strange. "It's okay, it looks like she's completely adapted to the pain!"

"Is her body a monster?" Ling Ruofeng was shocked. The medicine soup was a spiritual solution or an enhanced version of it. Even a monk in the infancy period, there is no need to cultivate for resistance, and the body is tormented by this spiritual solution. How can I be tortured by this powerful medicine for three days and nights.

But how much time does it take? !!

Shaking his head, Hung Hoo said, "The medicine soup is light in color, old man, do you want to add it now ..."

Ling Ruofeng shook his beard and shook it off, walked back and forth two steps at the door, and suddenly gritted his teeth, "Plus! Since she can absorb, then add, it seems that the destiny has a different body!"

Silently mourned Xia Qiu for one minute. After a while, Hung Hoo carried a bucket of green and glowing Gudu medicinal solution. After entering the screen, he fell back cruelly.

"Ah ... ah!"

The instantaneous medicinal effect increased, the Lingquan water did not keep up, the whole body's blood was burning like boiling, and Xia Qiu was as hot as shrimp.