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Chapter 615: Wangcai's Bloodline

After wiping it with gold sore medicine, Ye Xiaochuan died in pain, and said vigorously, "Tap, tap......"

When it was dark, Gu Paner and Yang Shijiu left Siguo Cliff hand in hand, but left Wangcai on Siguo Cliff.

Wangcai seemed to be very spiritual, standing on the Siguo Cliff and squeaking, as if he wanted Yang Shijiu to come back and take him out of this human purgatory, but Yang Shijiu turned back from a distance and said: "Senior brother is bored in Siguo Cliff alone, you should accompany Senior Brother here to relieve boredom first!"

Wangcai was desperate, but Ye Xiaochuan was happy, and wiped the good gold sore medicine on Cangyun Gate, and now his butt was cold and cold, like a layer of mint water on it, and he didn't feel any pain.

He lay on the brocade quilt that had been laid, grabbed Wangcai who was jumping up and down and wanted to leave Siguo Cliff with both hands, laughed, and said: "We are brothers, we should be blessed and enjoy hardships together, you have become a pig in the past two years, and you have been with me for a period of time in Siguo Cliff, just to lose weight, you are two years old, why can't you fly......"

He threw Wangcai into the sky, trying to let Wangcai learn to fly, but no matter how Wangcai fluttered his wings in mid-air, he still fell on the cliff with a bang like a stone, and the was about to be thrown out.

Ye Xiaochuan was very speechless, the current Wangcai has changed a lot from the Wangcai two years ago, the pale yellow fluff has turned into fiery red feathers, the wings are also open, and the phoenix crown on the head is also erected, it is said that it should be able to fly, it is estimated that it is too fat and too heavy, plus this dead bird eats and sleeps all day, who eats it, it is completely lazy and advanced cancer, so it can't fly until now.

If it goes on like this, Ye Xiaochuan estimates that he will never think that he will be able to ride the fire phoenix for nine days in his life, this is not good, he still expects to rely on Wangcai to have a good stinky fart, and he must let it fly.

If you come to it, you will be safe, this is a good mentality of Ye Xiaochuan, since you have already reached the cliff of Siguo to suffer, then let it be, there is a saying, life is like rape, since you can't resist, then enjoy it.

What a good wise saying, deafening and straightforward, now Ye Xiaochuan has forgotten the injury on his buttocks, and he doesn't think that he will stay in Siguo Cliff for a few months, his biggest ambition now is to let Wangcai fly, and then ride Wangcai to show off in front of the beautiful fairy.

Throwing Wangcai into the sky several times in a row, Wangcai was dizzy from the fall, seeing that Ye Xiaochuan was going to lose himself, he was scared and hid far away, Ye Xiaochuan had an injury on his buttocks, and he was unable to move, so he couldn't catch Wangcai for a while.

Ye Xiaochuan only found out at this time that Siguo Cliff seemed to be different from three years ago, first of all, the area of this cliff platform was much larger, there used to be some branches and vines on the stone wall, but now except for the crooked neck old pine tree in the south, the stone wall is bare, and even the grass can not be seen, and the stone wall where the sword of Qiankun was stabbed into a pockmarked face has also become smooth.

Ye Xiaochuan looked at it for a long time by the moonlight, and then found that the entire Siguo Cliff seemed to have been artificially excavated into it by at least five or six feet, and the original concave shape on the inner side of the interior was about two or three feet, and it was difficult for people to squat in the concave place to avoid the rain.

He began to be a little surprised by the huge changes in Siguo Cliff, and when he thought about it, he felt funny, Siguo Cliff is a forbidden place in Cangyun Gate, since ancient times, few disciples have come here, and they can build a lot of construction here, how can it be possible without the approval of the master uncle?

It seems that the master of the master thinks that there may be some secrets on the cliff, and after returning from the Broken Sky Cliff, he sent someone to dig the mountain here to dig stones, but he dug five or six feet, and he didn't even dig the hair, so he stopped working again.

In this way, the stone wall of Siguo Cliff has been enlarged, and it is at least much more comfortable to live here than it was three years ago.

It's the winter solstice, the weather is very cold, the hateful Gu Pan'er and Yang Nineteen, when they left, they didn't know to build a shack for themselves to shelter from the cold wind, and now they are inconvenient to move, so they can only lie on the brocade quilt that is paved, this thing can keep out the cold, but it can't stop the biting cold wind, so they can only grab their lives and climb to the inside of the stone wall, which is better.

Wangcai is not afraid of heat, the flame can be eaten with its mouth open, but it is most afraid of cold, in the first half of the night, it was afraid that Ye Xiaochuan was catching himself and throwing it away, hiding far away, and in the second half of the night, it also got into Ye Xiaochuan's warm quilt.

The next morning, Ye Xiaochuan woke up to the noisy chatter of Wangcai, and when he opened his eyes and looked around, he immediately grimaced.

Yesterday afternoon was still sleet, last night turned into goose feather snow, after a night, the whole Cangyun Mountain turned white, now the sky is bright, goose feather snow has not stopped, but the cold wind is much smaller, the whole valley is quiet, only the sound of snowflakes beautiful rope.

How similar this is to three years ago, when I was punished for thinking about crossing the cliff for the first time, it was also this kind of ghost weather, and I was almost frozen to death when I didn't cultivate well.

The power of the gold sore medicine on the buttocks passed, and it hurt a little, Ye Xiaochuan smeared the medicine on his buttocks with his own hands behind his back, and the major injuries of the broken meridians could be over, and only eighty boards were considered farts, but they were just skin injuries, and with the Cangyun elixir, they could form scars in three or five days, and then they would be a good man who was jumping around again.

The one who delivered the meal was really a grunt bird, this colorful big bird, it seems to be mighty, but it is actually a vegetarian silver-like wax gun head, which has no attack power, compared with Wangcai, it is the difference between a goshawk and a sparrow, and I don't know why Uncle Yunhe loves this grunt bird.

The grunt put down the food box, hid far away, did not dare to approach the cliff, squatted on the old pine tree with a crooked neck, and did not dare to make any movement while the snowflakes fell on his body.

Looking at the proud Wangcai, Ye Xiaochuan knew that the grunt bird was simply weak in front of Wangcai, when he was in the Tianshan Mountains, the purebred Kunlun Mountain Snow Mastiff raised by Yang Ling'er, the saint of the Ethereal Pavilion, was all stared at by Wangcai's small eyes, how could the grunt bird be an exception?

In the demon beast world, the level is quite strict, and the low-level beasts will never dare to raise their heads in the face of the pressure of the high-level divine beasts, although Wangcai can't even fly now, but they can't stand the bloodline of the divine bird and the fire phoenix, this noble bloodline of the king of birds, even if it is not awakened, it can also intimidate a low-level beast demon.

When I opened the food box, Wangcai was unhappy, and there was a small plate of pickles in the food box, and two cold steamed buns that were harder than bricks. Wangcai is a foodie that can eat more than pigs, Yang Shijiu has not treated it badly in the past two years, all day long big fish, big meat, mountains and delicacies, and now suddenly from the emperor's living standard, all of a sudden fell to the middle and lower poor peasants of the proletariat, this change makes Wangcai unacceptable.

What's more, this kind of meal is not full, just two steamed buns, how to divide it? On weekdays, I have to have three roast chickens for dessert after dinner.