Renault felt fine, and cursed the little dragon foal every day and continued to starve it. When he returned to the camp, the Yulin Army became busy again. In a short period of time, a large number of ovens were built up, and a group of kneading the dough with their shirtlessness.

We were busy until late at night, and the fragrance of bread floated in the camp again. The little dragon foals smelled the familiar smell and became excited. For a moment, the sound of dragon roars in the camp continued.

Yang Feng couldn't help but watch Re Chuang. He originally wanted to hold on, after all, he was General Dingxi Right and the commander-in-chief of this camp. Except when Renault came back, he didn't need to pay attention to others.

But when he heard that he brought back sixty-three dragon horns, he was not calm at that time. Why don’t he see with his own eyes and he wouldn’t even feel in the mood to pick a beehive tomorrow. When he saw the dragon horns that had lost a lot of weight, he felt so distressed. Is this the rhythm of a hunger strike?

Luo Yi's official position is much lower than that of him, but he is from the Yulin Army and there is also the father of the left general of the Yulin Army. He really couldn't scold him directly. Even so, he didn't give Luo Yi a good face.

Of course, he also knew that Luo Yi could grab so many little dragon horns, and as long as he could survive one tenth of it, it would be a great achievement.

As a result, Luo Yi didn't care about the thorny words he was talking, nor did he look at the little dragon ju. He kept urging him to toast bread until the first stove of bread was released and he fed the thinnest dragon ju, and Yang Feng understood.

Seeing that the little dragon ju was eating bread frantically, and after eating, he asked Luo Yi for it, Yang Feng was so excited that he whispered his heart.

The entire Dingxi Desert Legion originally produced dragon foals, but until now, there is only one double-horned dragon foal in the legion, which was given to General Zhu by His Majesty.

This matter sounds a bit absurd, but in fact, there may not be a chance to use the dragon foal where the dragon foal is produced.

This time it's different. Once you get 63 dragon horses, even if you reward merit, you must give it a few horses to the Dingxi Army. General Lu Fei was imprisoned. The charge was for rebellion, and Yang Feng's promotion was almost certain. At that time, as the second-ranked figure in the Dingxi Army, it should be inevitable to get a dragon horse.

The more I think about it, the more I feel, the more I look at it, the more I feel, the more beautiful it is. I feel that these little dragon foals are more beautiful than the concubines he took last year.

Huh? No, why is one missing?

"General Luo, but there are 63 dragon foals in total?" The double-horned dragon foal is different from other things, and it is not enough to have one less horse.

"In the tent of Mr. I was stubborn, and I refused to eat bread. Mr. I was training him." Luo Yi was also laughing. This time, the dragon horse he caught with the lord. He should have been rewarded by him in terms of merit. After all, there were quite a lot of dragon horses he got this time.

However, Luo Yi knew that this possibility was not great. After all, he was too young and his official position was not enough. The eight legions of the Great Chu were staring at him. No matter how ten times more dragon horses were, they might not be able to have his share.

He is not qualified, but his father is Luo Hai enough. The Yulin Legion is originally half a level higher than other legions. His father is the second largest figure in the Yulin Army, so it is reasonable to give him one.

Luo Yi also knew that the dragon foals given by His Majesty in the past would probably be replaced this time. Those dragon foals are already old. Although they are still much stronger than war horses, they are too old after all, and their speed and endurance are not as good as before.

Renault has been lying down at this moment. He just took a shower and his whole body was refreshed. This is the underground world, which is even lacking in water than in the desert. Taking a bath is a very luxurious thing. Even Yang Feng rarely has the opportunity to take a bath.

In the tent, in addition to Renault's big bed, there is also Mo Xiang's small bed. The two beds only occupy a corner of the tent. The place where the table was originally placed was emptied, and the stubborn little dragon foal was tied to the pillar, with big eyes, still arrogant.

But there were sounds from the belly from time to time, making it a little shy. Renault laughed at it, and the expression of this little guy was not as rich as it was.

Two soldiers carried the table into the tent and placed it in front of the little dragon foal. On the table was a large basin of bread and a small basin of honey. After it was placed, they saluted Renault and left.

Renault pointed at the little dragon rush and scolded, "There are only these things, if you like to eat, you won't eat, you will be overwhelmed. Your 62 companions outside have surrendered, and you are not missing."

After saying that, he pulled out the box from under the bed, took out two red ginseng from it, threw it to Mo Xiang, and took one of them and nibbled them.

Reno was quite depressed when he was gnawing on red ginseng. Talent was really much more important than he thought. He came to Da Chu for less than half a year. In terms of the amount of red ginseng eaten, I am afraid that few people in Chu could compete with Renault.

The problem is that it doesn’t have much effect. By eating transparent fish, his body strength has reached nineteen. It has been so long since he has been, but it is still nineteen.

Isn’t it difficult to upgrade to the third-grade and the fourth-grade and the sixth-grade and the seventh-grade, it is so difficult to upgrade to the first-grade and the second-grade?

"Mo Xiang, do you think it's difficult to practice martial arts?" Fortunately, Mo Xiang is there, and she only has the first-class cultivation level, which made Renault find a little balance. As for the issue of Mo Xiang being only fifteen years old this year, he chose to ignore it.

Is martial arts related to age? It doesn’t matter. Huya is only thirteen, younger than Mo Xiang, and is already a fourth-grade rank. And his speed of advancement makes Renault feel distressed. Why are you going so fast?

When he first met Huya, he was only the first-rate, and he also held the red ginseng and chewed it. Hu Meier and the Tiger King were stuck in the third-rate without moving.

"Churui." After eating red ginseng, Renault nodded repeatedly when he saw Mo Xiang, and knew that it was useless to ask her.

When he came to Da Chu, Renault was actually quite insecure. He was impersonating a secret master to get to the present. Since this is a world of high martial arts, it is true that he has strong martial arts.

If the identity of the Secret Master is unreliable, with his current skills, he may not even have the capital to wander around the world and cannot escape even if he wants to.

It’s better to rely on yourself than on others.

"Here, sir." Gong Churui walked into the tent, and didn't ask if she wanted to wait for her bed this time. She could ignore Mo Xiang, the little girl, but there was a dragon horse in the tent. She couldn't figure out why the sir was willing to arrange the dragon horse in the tent. No matter how good the dragon horse was, it was just a beast. Shouldn't it be in the stable?

"I'll ask you something, how can I break through to the second grade, how did you break through back then?" Renault lay flat, his hands behind his head, and his eyes looked at the roof of the tent, which was a bit like wandering around.

Gong Churui was stunned when she heard this, a smile flashed in her eyes, and her face remained calm. Since the death of the Gong family, she seemed to have forgotten how to smile.

After thinking about it for a moment, I gently opened my cherry lips: "Sir, it may take some time to break through the second level, an opportunity, the way of martial arts is the most important thing."

"Don't comfort me, I understand." Renault said casually. He originally wanted to ask how Gong Churui reached the second level, but now he doesn't need to ask. He doesn't need to consider this issue at all.

The red ginseng medicine began to attack, and Renault felt like he was bulging all over his body, as if he had gained a lot of weight. Renault was experienced and didn't care. It would not take long before this feeling would fade away.

"Sir, I'm here to visit the doctor." The sound of tiger teeth came outside the tent.

"Please come in." Renault sat up and said, "Zigui, an alien doctor, Renault is still optimistic about him. He is a pioneer who is brave in practice and has a divergent mind. As long as he does not treat himself, Renault admires him very much.

"Sir, please." Zigui has almost recovered. He treated Li Si for several days and really exhausted him. Renault gave him a red ginseng plant selflessly, which allowed him to make up for his physical deficit. Otherwise, he would have to suffer at least a serious illness, and it would be normal for half a year or even a year to lie down.

"You don't have to be polite, Mo Xiang makes tea."

"Sir..." Zigui seemed to have something to say, but he didn't know how to speak.

"I don't have to be polite to the doctor, but I have something to say? I need my help?" Renault asked.

Renault thought he could not guess wrong, but Zigui shook his head: "Sir, Zigui just wanted to ask, did he take a lot of red ginseng?"

Oh... do you want red ginseng?

"Yes, Zigui wants some red ginseng?" Renault really doesn't care about red ginseng or something. Zigui is the one who has the most courage to face unknown doctors when they meet. Such people should encourage them. Not to mention ten or eight, even a hundred or eighty ones, Renault is willing to give them.

Zigui shook his head again: "Sir, Zigui doesn't need red ginseng, but he just feels that Mr.'s health is inappropriate."

"My health is not right?" Renault was startled. After all, he was not a medical practitioner, but if you feel it carefully, there seems to be nothing wrong with the feeling of rising and rising. Being healthy can make all teachers and students in the school jealous. Now his figure is better than fitness coaches, including chest muscles, eight-pack abs, and vest lines.

Zigui took the tea offered by Mo Xiang and took a sip. This southwest big-leaf tumbler tea is a good thing, and he rarely had the chance to drink it before.

"Yes, sir, everyone knows that wild ginseng has two major effects. One is to assist in martial arts practice, and the other is to sacrifice life and save people. Moreover, the medicinal power of wild ginseng is pure, so I think there is nothing wrong with it, but it is not the case."

Is it three parts poisonous for medicine? Renault felt bad at that time. The drug was too much poisonous, and he needed liver detoxification and kidney detoxification. Is this the rhythm of uremia?

It's ten thousand, this is Dachu, there is no hospital in it, and he doesn't want to treat an unreliable doctor like Zigui. Renault feels that if he persists, he might have a chance to die faster when he falls into the hands of a doctor like Zigui.

He lowered his head and drank a sip of tea to hide his anxiety. When he raised his head, he looked calm: "I think what's wrong with it?"

"Mr. Wu is a talented martial arts student and has passed the best age to practice martial arts. He has taken a lot of red ginseng and cannot absorb the power of medicine. After a long time, he will gather his armpits and accumulate in his body, and there is nowhere to vent. Over time, it will cause disaster and must be guarded."

So that's the case. It's not uremia. The disease can be cured on earth. However, in Da Chu, Renault felt that there seemed to be no other way except waiting for death. Anyway, he didn't want Zigui to treat him.

"Is there any good idea?" Renault asked. It's always okay to listen.
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