The tip of his warm and moist tongue licked the wound on his palm, and the tingling sensation was clear. Cang Nanyi's body froze slightly. As he lowered his eyes, he saw that the wound on his palm that had been licked began to repair quickly and became smooth.
piece.
The saliva of monsters with high bloodline levels can heal serious trauma, which is in line with the characteristics of monster dragons.
This young disciple is really good when he is good, and he is really wild when he is wild.
Cangnan Yi closed his palms and hid them in his wide sleeves. He stood upright with his long body and said calmly: "In this case, my disciple has accepted this kindness as a teacher, but..."
She suddenly touched the crack at the corner of Bailian's eye with her finger and said calmly: "The other power is unknown after all. It's okay to borrow it for the time being, but don't rely too much on it."
Baili'an naturally knew what was going on, and nodded, saying: "It doesn't matter, I just need to concentrate on going through the tribulation period, and leave all the outside matters to me."
Cang Nanyi nodded, and without further delay, the old wooden door behind her slowly opened. She stepped forward, and her graceful and graceful figure disappeared in it.
"Creak..." There was a soft sound of the wooden door closing.
The deep darkness behind the door closed, and the outline of the door disappeared.
Balian let out a long breath, her overly mellow and holy blood scent still lingering between her lips and teeth.
Even though he didn't take more of her blood, for a creature of Cang Nanyi's level, even if it was just a drop of blood, it was already better than the refined source blood of a clan.
The amount was small, but the pure and holy heat flowed into his belly and turned into an incomprehensible force.
With the supply of this power, it is like having a sharp hammer formed from external forces, which begins to knock the boundaries of one's own power that are shackles of rules.
The blood of the empress is not trivial. Even though it is full of the cause and effect of the tribulation, her existence itself is not bound by any laws and regulations in this world.
The small amount of holy blood opened a small space-time crack in the laws of his body, and the source of power belonging to his own small world began to flow out like a trickling river.
Although the number is small, there is a steady stream. At least there is no longer a dead sea in the body.
When Balian tried to awaken the six divine talismans in the Lingtai Sea of Consciousness, he no longer had difficulty responding as if he was frozen in ice when he first entered this world.
But even so, there was no time left for him to meditate and adjust his breath.
After Cang Nanyi left this place, those strange sights in the darkness of the boat were once again invisible but densely appearing in every corner in all directions.
Balian did not deliberately repair the injuries on his body. He stood up and walked to the wall of the corridor. He tapped his fingers lightly on the wall and made a crisp sound, saying: "Fellow, are you still there?"
Not long after, the old man emerged from the wall with his head as a clam. He looked at Balian with a malicious expression, and his eyes were still bloodshot and red.
"You are a despicable and shameless person, you hurt my eyes, who is a fellow countryman with you!"
"Pfft!" There was a soft sound.
The sound of a sharp blade cutting through the wall and driving deeply into it was heard.
A flash of cold light passed by.
The old man's angry words suddenly stopped.
He rolled his eyes in a cold sweat and looked at the frost blade inserted into the side of his cheek.
Even though the frost blade did not hurt him, at such a close distance, he could still feel that the delicate, small and beautiful frost blade was like a work of art, exuding a terrifying frost aura.
Even the weird space behind the wall was irresistibly spread by the freezing.
As a result, the old man's way of retreat was cut off, and most of his breath was trapped in the terrifying frost, unable to escape into it or escape to other places.
Balian's eyes were closed, and it was still difficult to open them. There was still a bright red mark of a cut between his eyelids. He was covered in cuts and bruises, but his smile looked harmless, and there was no weird cunning and cunning aura here.
.
But for some reason, the old man's head shuddered, his eyes became uncontrollably frightened, and he said in a trembling voice: "You... what are you going to do?!"
"Don't be so nervous. Let me ask you some questions."
The corners of Balian's lips curled up, and the demonic dragon's skin was stained with the weird temperament here, but it gave people a dangerous and confusing feeling like the deep sea.
"I ask, you just answer."
The long nose of the old man's head trembled, and he said in fear: "You... you, you, if you still want to stay in this quiet boat under the river, you can't kill me. I am a boat passenger. If you kill me, you will destroy it."
If you break the rules here, you will be swallowed up or expelled by this place just like Ayiwu."
Balian said calmly: "It sounds like if I don't kill you, the monsters here won't target me. Since they need to pay rent to maintain their safe house, I am the only one here who is not subject to the rules.
The 'alternative' to protect, hunting me is naturally your first choice. So..."
Balian clasped the handle of the knife with his palm and pressed it downwards. The blade, which exuded a cutting-like cold air, pressed tightly against the face of the old man's head.
The porcelain-like texture of the dough soon showed signs of cracking.
This kid really has no inhibitions and dares to attack him!
The old man's head was full of ghosts, and he hurriedly said: "Tell me, Uncle Long, what do you want to know? I will tell you everything."
Damn it, why didn't this kid have such a wild and ferocious temper when he was in that woman's arms just now?
Bai Lian said: "As you can see, I want to stay here and live. Now I know too few rules. You, my fellow villager, are an old resident here. Why don't you explain them to me?"
The eyes of the old man's head were spinning.
This is good, this kid is in his hands.
This boy is so powerful that even the fierce A Yiwu can cut off one of his arms and send it to You Ship to eat. A little guy like him will definitely not be his opponent.
But now since he wants to stay here for a long time and survive, he must rely on the information he brought him.
Of course, the premise is that the content of this information must be correct.
If he misled him slightly and sent this kid to die to avenge the injury to his eyes just now, it wouldn't be very satisfying.
Wahahahahahaha... ugh!
The mental activity of laughing wildly in his heart was not over yet. Two gleams of cold light fell from his eyes, and he saw the cold blade in Balian's hand swishing twice. It actually cut open the wall, and separated his entire body like a facial mask from the wall.
It was torn out.
Behind the mask, there was an object that looked like blood clots and fibrous tissue entangled with thousands of threads, which he cut off without mercy.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"
The old man had a headache, his expression was twisted in pain, and he roared heartbreakingly.
Balian tossed him up and down as if he were an object, and said in a casual tone: "I think it's really hard and pitiful for my fellow villagers to be trapped in the wall. I'm going to be enthusiastic today and help you to save you. Let's talk as we walk. I hope my fellow villagers will do the same."
Can you explain the story here in detail to me, and if there are any deviations, I will take you on the road with me."
The old man was so angry that he grinded his teeth and sucked blood, and his eyes wished he could carve out a piece of flesh from Balian's body. But now that his life was in his hands, he did not dare to hold any objections, so he could only laugh twice:
"Uncle Long, what you said is serious, what you said is serious. Since we are from the same country, how could I harm you?"