Douluo Changed His Life with a Sword

Sitting with Ling on his hands, his chin resting on his little wings, a pair of bright eyes stared blankly at the two of them embracing each other in the wind and snow.

It seems that the little guy is still very sensible.

"Let's go back to the tent first, and let the young couple have a good time."

Although Zhu Zhuqing was calm these days, but every time he reached the limit of cultivation, he always stared at the snow curtain in a daze, so how could he hide it from Meng Xingchen's eyes?

He couldn't help being a little envious of Dao Feng.

The long journey of life happens in the blink of an eye.

How many times can I meet such a silly girl in my life?

While sighing in his heart, Meng Xingchen carried Ling who was sitting on his skinny hands into the tent which was still warm.

"Old man, how is your recovery during this time?"

The three of them sat in a circle in the tent, and Ling sat on Dao Feng's lap.

Zhu Zhuqing held Dao Feng's hand, as if afraid that he would run away.

Meng Xingchen shook his head: "That's it, the cold poison left by the ice phoenix is ​​not trivial, and it will not take a while to get rid of it. After I go back, I will go to Dugu Bo to soak in the old pond and try it out later. Fire drives away the cold."

Dao Feng nodded: "It's a good idea, the fiery energy of the gender pool does have a miraculous effect on cold poison, old man, why are you looking at me like this?"

"How do you know that Dugu Bo's treasure pool has extremely hot energy? You know, the old man was so soft and stubborn that Dugu Bo reluctantly agreed to the old thing along the way. The old man stared at the old man like a thief. You have no reason to know. "Meng Xingchen narrowed his eyes.

Dao Feng smiled: "Oh, I only found out that Tang San, a good friend of senior Dugu Bo, accidentally slipped his mouth when he was talking about life with me."

Although Tang San never mentioned it, it didn't prevent him from throwing the blame at someone.

"Tang San? That kid from the Clear Sky School?" Meng Xingchen was surprised.

Although Dugu Bo's nostrils are up to the sky, the five scumbags are not very effective in fighting, but there are not many people who can make him admire and agree with him.

"Well, don't look at Xiao San's classmate who doesn't look very good, he looks like an honest person. But that kid is very constructive in pretending to be aggressive, sneak attacking, poisoning and so on."

"However, Xiaosan usually doesn't understand the essence of hidden weapons when playing with hidden weapons. The word cheap is broad and profound. He has only grasped the superficial level, which is far from what I want to mention. But he is good at using poison, otherwise Dugu Bo also It is impossible to be coaxed by him to come to Shrek Academy as an offering."

Zhu Zhuqing snuggled up to Dao Feng happily while snuggling with Dao Feng's hand, how could he be so boastful!

If Xiao Wu found out, she would fight him desperately!

Meng Xingchen murmured: "Are you good at poison? That can explain it."

An enemy is easy to find, but a bosom friend is hard to find.

Especially at their level, there are very few people who can get close to each other, or they have different interests, different interests, or different worldviews.

There are not many people who share similar interests and have a common discourse, and who can talk on an equal footing.

In particular, poison has always been respected and kept at a distance, because as a kind of power, it has weird, insidious and inferior elements that are respected and disgusted.

He also doesn't like poison very much. Although there should be no distinction between good and bad power, this kind of dark power has the characteristics of leading people to degenerate, making people more sinister and unscrupulous.

But Dugu Bo is okay.

Although his nostrils are upturned, he is arrogant and arrogant, withdrawn and cold and arrogant, but his character is not bad, and it is much easier to get along with him after being cleaned up by him a few times.

"Let's not talk about this, the old man's injury will not heal for a while, but you boy, have you been in this extremely cold hell for so long, can you gain something?"

Facing Meng Xingchen's topic, Dao Feng smiled and nodded: "It's a lot of harvest."

Seeing that Daofeng didn't intend to take it out and share it together, Meng Xingchen was slightly annoyed.

How could this boy be so majestic as a little girl? !

Could it be that I am worried that the old man has evil intentions?Is the old man so unbearable? !

Old man, what baby haven't you seen?As for the rags of you?Those who hide and hide are really unmanly!

Meng Xingchen snorted coldly: "Small!"

"Talk about the experience in the extreme north, the old man is more interested in this."

Although curious, he didn't force it.

Daofeng nodded gently along Linghong's jade:

"Due to insufficient pre-preparation work, I went in and walked blindly for more than a hundred miles and got lost. At that time, I thought that since you can judge the direction, old man, there is no reason why I can't do it."

The two of them listened to the blade slowly coming.

Getting lost, thinking, positioning the soul card, preparing to return, encountering an accident

What should be erased should be erased, and what should be faded should be faded.

That 7-year-old big bear became a 2-year-old little bear or something.

In short, in Dao Feng's description, apart from getting lost at the beginning, which caused him huge troubles, there were other twists and turns, but they were all resolved smoothly, except that it was too cold, and he didn't eat well, so he lost some weight.

The more Meng Xingchen listened, the more confused he became, that's it?Didn't your kid go on a trip?

In his impression, the center of the Far North is not so peaceful and quiet!

A 2-year-old bear?Is there such a thing in the extremely cold hell? !How dare you have a soul in it every 3 years? !

The hands there are highly cultivated and skilled. Under the unique environment, they are even more difficult to guard against. How can it be so easy?