Wang Luo made several complicated and mysterious gestures with his hands, and the wound on the belly of the red-horned cow that had stopped bleeding began to squirm strangely.
Wisps of blood flew towards Wang Luo and turned into a blood mass in front of Wang Luo, floating quietly in the air.
The lion couple lay not far away, quietly looking at Wang Luo, whose black hair was flying and his whole body exuded an icy aura.
Although they have seen this scene countless times, they feel uncomfortable every time, but they also hope that Wang Luo will be like this more often.
The blood mass floating in front of Wang Luo remained the size of a fist as the blood blended in. The blood inside became thicker and began to squirm slowly.
Gradually, more and more blood was incorporated into the blood mass, and the blood inside became thicker and thicker. The blood mass became no longer stable and began to tremble slightly.
When Wang Luo saw this, the mysterious gestures of his hands changed, and as if from hell, a cold voice came out of his mouth softly.
"Condensation!"
Wang Luo's voice seemed to have a strange power. As soon as the voice fell, the blood mass in front of him emitted a hazy red light, suddenly shrank, and turned into a blood drop the size of a table tennis ball.
The blood beads are crystal clear and emit a strange blood light. You can clearly see the snake-like blood threads wandering around inside.
The lion couple stared at the blood beads with bright eyes. What they wanted was the blood beads. When they saw the blood beads for the first time, they knew that the blood beads had a great effect on them.
Therefore, they would catch some prey every now and then and ask Wang Luo to condense the blood beads for them to eat.
After Wang Luo threw the blood beads in his hand to the lion father and mother, he continued to condense the blood beads. Strange blood beads quickly formed on Wang Luo's fingertips, and Wang Luo threw them to the lion couple.
Finally, Wang Luo refined two blood beads the size of a little finger, indicating the end of this blood condensation.
At this time, the huge body of the red horned cow has shrunk by half, and all the exposed beef has turned a dry and pale white.
Wang Luo closed his eyes again. After opening his eyes, he became a normal little boy again. But at this moment, a strange wind suddenly blew.
The red-horned cow in front of Wang Luo made a crackling sound and raised a burst of dust. The wind stopped and the dust fell. Wang Luo, who was frozen in place, was covered with gray powder and turned into a native.
Wang Luo looked angrily at the proud-looking lion daddy, shouted and rushed over, but before he could reach the lion daddy, he was thrown into the pool with a bang.
The proud roar of the lion father came from the shore, mixed with the purring cry of the little white lion. The lion mother watched all this speechlessly.
Coming out of the pool, Wang Luo looked at the old lion who was eating blood beads with displeasure, and sighed in his heart: Why am I so unlucky? I work as a coolie every day and am bullied, I can't bear it...
The blood beads are formed by Wang Luo extracting blood essence and condensing it according to the physical training method. They can be used directly to replenish blood energy, but the storage time is only one day.
Wang Luo had made great determination to practice this evil martial arts. The state he was in when he condensed the blood beads for the first time shocked the lion family, but later they gradually got used to it, and the lion couple
But he really likes eating blood beads.
The little white lion doesn't like eating blood beads very much, because after he swallowed a blood bead the size of a table tennis ball for the first time, he actually fell asleep for a month.
From then on, he stopped eating blood beads. However, the lion couple did not agree, so Xiaobai had to reluctantly eat a small blood bead with Wang Luo every day.
After dinner and taking a nap, the lion family walked towards the lion's den. There were scattered bones beside the pool, including a piece of cowhide. There was a pile of messy things covered under the cowhide.
The day passed quickly, and night fell on time. Two bright moons hung quietly in the sky, casting soft moonlight. From far away from the lion's cave, several roars of wild beasts could be heard from time to time.
In the lion's cave, gems were laid on the ground one by one, and many were inlaid on the cave ceiling. The entire lion's cave was shrouded in a faint light, full of psychedelic colors.
In a room on the right side of the lion's cave, three lions were lying comfortably on the soft unknown weeds, quietly listening to Wang Luona telling unknown stories.
In the past, the little white lion would play until very late every night before going to bed, so Wang Luo had no choice but to play with it until very late. There was no other way, because it always liked to stick to Wang Luo.
Wang Luo also liked the little white lion very much, but Wang Luo still wanted to practice, and he couldn't just throw the little white lion aside and ignore it.
So Wang Luo thought of telling a story, but Wang Luo didn't know if the little white lion could understand it.
However, when Wang Luo told stories, the little white lion would lie aside and listen quietly, and every time when the exciting part was about to come, the little white lion would fall asleep on time.
Tonight, nothing was beyond Wang Luo's expectations. The little white lion fell asleep while listening. Wang Luo had no choice but to save the rest for tomorrow.
He didn't know whether the little white lion understood it, but the lion couple could definitely understand it and remember it.
Because when Wang Luo was not telling the story, he started to repeat the previous one. After listening to it, the lion father stared at him for a while. Only then did Wang Luo realize that the lion couple could actually understand his story.
After telling stories for several years, the ink in Wang Luo's stomach has long been dried by Tao. The stories Wang Luo tells now are all made up by himself. He tells them wherever he thinks of. If the plot doesn't make sense, he will change it again.
In the past few years, I have been telling stories every night.
Wang Luo feels that his biggest gain is that his abilities in various aspects related to language and his ability to analyze problems have been greatly improved.
A short period of time after Xiaobai goes to bed is Father Lion's favorite time, because he can beat Wang Luo hard without worrying about Mother Lion, and that feels so good!
Wang Luo regarded the beating of Father Lion as physical exercise, and not being able to practice the physical exercises was tantamount to self-abuse.
Although he was beaten so hard every time that his whole body ached, Wang Luo accepted it and told himself that he must persevere.
Having survived the killer training camp, he knows that if he wants to live a better life without being bullied by others, he must become stronger than others. If he wants to be stronger than others, he must naturally work harder than others.
Outside the lion's cave, the lion father stood lazily at the entrance of the cave, showing a teasing smile. Every time he waved his claws, he would throw Wang Luo out, letting him come into close contact with the ground.
, making a pleasant sound of bang bang, then Wang Luo rushed up again, and was thrown to the ground again.
"stop!"
Wang Luo, who had been thrown a dozen or twenty times, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, finally shouted stop, and then sat cross-legged on the ground and entered a state of cultivation.
The lion father let out a disdainful snort, but his eyes still shone with unconcealable relief and concern.
At this moment, the face of the lion father changed, and then he showed a joyful expression that could not be concealed. He glanced at Wang Luo who was practicing, then turned and walked into the gorgeous lion's cave.