In a home remedy in the General's Mansion, Wang Jian was sitting on a chair, and there was a colorful finch standing on the table.

In front of Caique was Wang Jian's hand, but in his hand was a palm-sized cyan scale.

As soon as this scale was taken out, it exuded an extremely strong coercion, making the atmosphere in the entire room extremely heavy.

The finch had the heart to peck at the scales, but the coercion on the scales was too terrifying. Even if it weren't for Wang Jian holding the scales and covering and suppressing the momentum with her true qi, she might not be able to get close and stand still.

She looked up at Wang Jian and stammered a little: "This, this is, frog scales?" ”

Looking at the frightened finch, Wang Jian felt that he was really right to take out this thing.

He nodded and said proudly, "How's it going?" Awesome, right? ”

"Well, it's amazing, it's terrifying!"

Wang Jian smiled, put away the frog scales, and the coercion in the room immediately dissipated. It's just that the aura in it doesn't disappear so quickly, and it will take time.

"Seeing this, this is a powerful demon, one day in the future, maybe you will be stronger than this."

He said happily, ignoring the cold sweat on his back.

Frankly speaking, even if Wang Jian has broken through the Tongxuan Realm now, he still can't bear the coercion on the scales.

has been able to hold on until now, because after getting the corpse of the frog, he has been chopping bones and cutting meat.

From being unbearable at the beginning to suffering silently at the end, the progress is obvious.

The scales were more powerful than bone and flesh, and he couldn't last long.

Now he seriously doubted how powerful the frog corpse he had obtained was during his lifetime.

This is still the scales left after death, if you face such an existence, maybe people don't need to do it at all, knowing that the breath on his body can shock him into powder.

When the finch heard his words, her eyes fluttered: "Is it really possible for me to be so strong?" ”

"Of course, I'll train you well. We eat frog meat every day, and it is inevitable that our strength will grow by leaps and bounds. ”

The finch nodded, flew happily in the air, and finally landed on Wang Jian's shoulder.

Suddenly, he pecked Wang Jian's lips, although the action was very bitter, the force was not great, it was not painful, and it was a little different from the gentleness of human beings.

Wang Jian stretched out her hand and stroked her feathers: "Finch, don't worry, I will tie you to my side forever and never give up." ”

As for the dozen or so women in the family, it was not a very simple matter.

After leaving this world with the finch, can she still fly away?

Of course, out of respect, Wang Jian thought about it, but finally didn't speak.

Finch is different from other women, and if Evelyn and the others don't agree, he doesn't care too much.

But the finch is a demon, a very precious bird demon with a realistic prototype, and it is best to team up with Miaoxuan.

Wang Jian attaches too much importance to it, and under the suffering of gains and losses, he doesn't want to confess these things so early.

What's more, there is a system, so there shouldn't be any problems.

Of course, there is one more important thing not to confess, and that is Xiao Wei.

Xiao Wei has a strong sense of possessiveness, and when he fell in love with Wang Sheng, he wanted to get Pei Rong away, and finally cocooned himself.

If she didn't have such a strong sense of possessiveness and calmly accepted the situation at that time, maybe Wang Sheng would have agreed to her. Of course, the matter of digging out the heart is also doomed, it all depends on Wang Sheng's own thoughts.

Sometimes Wang Jian is actually very helpless, many film and television works in ancient environments, women have to make a mountain and not tolerate two tigers.

But in real ancient times, where did women get so much power.

There are also those braiding scenes, which are even more powerless. But it doesn't matter, he never looks at this kind of work anyway.

The relationship was determined, and the pattern of the two getting along with each other changed.

There are a lot more intimate movements, and when I chat, I also start to talk about some of my own situations.

For example, the exercises that Que'er cultivates come from her bloodline, and she can't even name herself, but instinctively cultivates according to the consultation of the bloodline.

More than 100 years have come to this point, and the power of this set of exercises is beyond doubt.

Wang Jian didn't ask about the specific content, this is the practice of demon cultivation, what can he do after he gets it?

Maybe after the human beings cultivate, they may go mad and even become a demon body, which will be a big trouble.

He won't change his cultivation anyway, at most he will give it to his own women. He couldn't forgive himself if something went wrong with the women.

However, he is a powerhouse in the Xuan Realm, and he has experienced a lot of things, and occasionally gives Que'er some guidance.

When Que Er followed his instructions to cultivate, he felt that his efficiency had improved a little, although it was not much, but it was also a huge gain.

A little bit every day, after 1,800 years, the gap is too terrifying.

"By the way, do you know how to refine weapons?"

"Refining?" Finch was slightly stunned and shook her head, "There are a little bit of things, but they are all intermittent, and I haven't learned them specifically." Why do you ask? ”

Wang Jian was not disappointed, but the monster comparable to the martial artist of the Innate Realm, how much more can he know. He asked, and there was nothing more than a hope.

"I've been keeping these frog scales in my collection, but I can't use them because I don't have the method of refining. Otherwise, if I refine my armor or melt the scales into my spear, my combat effectiveness will improve dramatically. ”

The second spear has spirituality, but there has never been much breakthrough.

He thought to himself that if he fused the scales into it, maybe he would be more spiritual, and he might even break through to become a magic weapon, a spiritual weapon, and so on.

The corpses of frogs are all treasures, not to mention scales, Jiaojiao tendons are very good things.

It's a pity that there is no way to refine weapons, so it has always been placed there for waste.

Although I was a little helpless, I also knew that these things couldn't be forced, so I wasn't particularly annoyed.

Finch's eyes rolled: "I have very little bloodline information, but the fragments seem to be able to wash the material with demon blood, but whether it is useful or not, I haven't tried it." ”

Wang Jian was overjoyed when he heard this: "Then let's do it, after leaving Baicheng, I will give you a piece of scales for you to smelt slowly." ”

"But my strength is so poor that I can't even withstand the pressure of scales."

Bird said that this was very depressing, she used to think that she was very powerful, but she thought that she couldn't even bear the pressure of a dead thing.

This made her deeply aware of her own gap, and if she could, she really wished that she could work hard to cultivate before, instead of being half-hearted.

Wang Jian stroked her supple feathers: "Don't worry, I will help you then." ”

He was a little curious, when he turned into a human body, where did the feathers on the finch go? Is it clothes?

If this is the case, will the finch become a bald chicken if the clothes are stripped in the future?

It's an interesting proposition, and he's a little bit of a sniffer.

As if sensing Wang Jian's strange gaze, the finch flapped its wings, and after flying, it pecked at the top of Wang Jian's head.

"You pervert, wolf, if you dare to think nonsense, I will peck you to death!"

"Spare my life, woman, I really didn't think so."

"Hmph, you still dare to lie in front of me, I have seen too many of your eyes, pecking you to death."

It's a pity that Wang Jian, who was pecked by the finch a few times, grabbed it casually and held the finch in his hand.

Although the other party couldn't break free, he didn't use much strength, so he wouldn't hurt her.

Wang Jian put the colorful finch in front of him and smiled playfully: "Finches, it's not too early, we should go to sleep." ”