Marry Long Aotian

With the nest and the eggs, Mo Yang started the life of hatching eggs.

If he wanted to hatch quickly, he had to carry the eggs all the time, so Mo Yang didn't get out of bed at all, and just sat cross-legged on the quilt.

He put the egg between his legs, lest it catch cold, and covered it with a small quilt.

Yan Lingyun estimated that its hatching day would be in these few days, but after three days in a row, it showed no sign of breaking its shell.

Yan Lingyun touched the egg, scanned it with divine sense for a week, and said, "It's a good thing."

The nutrition that the half fairy beast gets in the egg will directly affect the subsequent development.This Canghai Yueming Jiao was blocked by the Temple of Storms for an unknown number of years. Although it was revived due to the stimulation of popularity, the energy accumulated in the egg has already been exhausted.

The spiritual power injected by the various ancestors before made it taste the sweetness. At this time, it deliberately suppressed the time of breaking the shell, and also wanted to eat more.

"The predestined relationship has arrived, and it can't be suppressed for long, but just wait another ten days and a half."

Mo Yang nodded and hugged the egg: "So that's how it is."

Things were as Yan Lingyun expected, after raising for a week, the figure of Xiaojiao inside became more and more obvious and clear, and sometimes it would swim in it with four claws spread out.

And every time the egg shakes slightly, Mo Yang knows that it is hungry again.

Spirit power is not enough for it to eat, and what it likes most is Mo Yang's blood essence.

When Mo Chao scratched his finger, it was of course painful—and after applying it on the eggshell, the blood drops disappeared immediately, only the egg kept shaking, giving him the illusion of feeding carp.

"..." No matter how much fish food is sprinkled, there is always not enough to eat.

Cultivators can't let out blood indiscriminately, especially the essence blood, which contains much more aura than ordinary blood, and it also contains vitality and soul power in it.After feeding Mo Yang too much, his face turned pale, and when Yan Lingyun hugged him, he was a little weak.

"Cold." Mo Yang put his arms around his neck and rubbed his neck, "I'm cold."

Consumption of blood, you need tonic.

After laying down layers of killing formations in the cave, Yan Lingyun went out to hunt.

To replenish blood, the flesh and blood of high-level monsters are far more effective than pills, and have fewer impurities.There are countless places of inheritance in the shrine, and most of the treasures have accompanying monsters. He picked some that belonged to yang, blood, and tasted good. After processing, he took them back to the cave.

The stone cave is neither big nor small. The stone bed and cabinet chairs are all leaning against the side, in a round shape, leaving a place in the middle.

Yan Lingyun dug out a hearth and lit a fire to cook soup for him.

It is not difficult for monks to cook. When their spiritual power becomes fire, they can ignite the stone pot at will without smoke.Mo Chao leaned on the bed, watching Yan Lingyun familiarize himself with the barbecue, and after a while, Yan Lingyun would also look up at him.

Quiet and steady.

He has traveled to five continents, tasted a lot of delicious food and wine, and all kinds of miscellaneous skills are also very rare.Loose cultivators travel around and always have to plan for their livelihood, clothing, food, housing, transportation, no matter how simple they are, they still have to worry about everything.

The overbearing smell of meat dissipated quickly. Yan Lingyun was very skillful, and his spiritual power was perfected. He stewed the meat of monsters until soft and rotten, and boiled several kinds of spiritual herbs... Mo Yang had never smelled such a delicious thing .

Hold the egg and stare at the pot.

Yan Lingyun sits with a golden knife, stewing soup with his left hand and cutting meat with his right hand. When the aroma reaches its peak, he finally turns over the stone pot and pours it into a wooden bowl.

……

Mo Yang leaned against him, drinking soup surrounded by him.

After drinking the hot and nourishing broth, it turned into pure blood and flowed into his limbs.After drinking three bowls in a row, Mo Yang finally felt warm. The quilt and stone bed were as warm as if they were hatching in a fire. He nestled on it, but he didn't feel hot, only a thin layer of sweat came out of his nose.

He also took off his outer robe and shoes and socks long ago, Mo Yang was only wearing his inner garment, and his hair was partly loose.

Yan Lingyun hugged him from behind, kissed his shoulder and neck slightly, and clasped his five fingers.

But he turned his head sideways as if he had been scalded.

At this moment, the jiaodan wobbled again, but instead of crawling under Mo Yang's hands, it clung to Yan Lingyun.

Yan Lingyun glanced at it.

Mo Yang shifted his attention, thought for a while and said, "It's hungry again...but it seems like you want to feed it."

Yan Lingyun picked up the egg with one hand, and looked at it carefully with calm eyes.

Canghaiyuemingjiao belongs to cold, and Mo Yang has Yin energy in his blood, and he is its owner, so he is loved by it.But his bloodline comes from the Yan family, and it has nothing to do with Yin Qi, and it is extremely strong. How could the Moon Jiao be so interested in him?

But after thinking about it, he still gave the essence and blood.

The blue light of the dragon egg flashed slightly, and it had absorbed all of it, even if it wasn't enough. It pressed against Yan Lingyun's hand, and the meaning was obvious.

"It's so edible." Mo Yang rubbed his eggs, thinking that there are a few more edible mouths in his homeland, he felt a little cold in his heart.

Yan Lingyun dripped dozens of drops of blood to feed the Jiaodan thoroughly, and then withdrew her hand.

The wound healed instantly, and he said, "It's a fairy beast after all, it's different from ordinary spirit beasts."

Mo Yang could only nod his head, hugged the egg, and hatched it with Yan Lingyun.

The days of hatching eggs were rarely peaceful, so Mo Yang counted the treasures he got in his storage bag on the bed.

A small storage bag, almost full.

He had to pick out some items with less points and put them in the corner, so that he could get items with higher points and replace them in time.

Mo Yang felt that he would have a chance to go back, and when the eggs hatched, he went to walk around the corridors of the shrine.

In the Yinyang Taiji Spring, they got fifteen holy medicines, plus the five that Dongfang Heng gave him later, a total of twenty. For this amount alone, it is estimated that the group will earn more than 2000 million yuan.As for the other 500 heaven-level and ground-level spiritual herbs produced in the spring, the points totaled 300 million; they countered the robbery and earned another 5000 million. Adding up all kinds of things, the group points should reach [-] million.

On average, each person earns 840 million.

Mo Yang was congenitally deficient because of the point deduction. Other teammates had more than 870 million points, but he only had 850 million points.

However, this gap does not seem to be that big.

The three storage bags in the team and the spiritual herbs are all kept by Gu Lan, which is convenient for her to make alchemy.He only kept ten holy medicines here, and the others were all messy magic weapons, artifacts, and fragments of exercises.

When Mo Yang sorted out the storage bags, he didn't avoid Yan Lingyun, and leaned against him, counting the treasures one by one.

The more he counted, the more reluctant he was to lose it.

Even if you find items with higher points in the future, these are good things, and it would be a pity to leave them where they are.

Yan Lingyun: "Why don't you use a bigger storage ring?"

Mo Yang told him the ins and outs, they were still competing, and his disciple Yu Ye was still driving, and the elders didn't care if they fell in love, but points would be deducted for tampering with the space.

Yan Lingyun asked again: "No matter what method, as long as something goes into your storage bag and is brought out at the end, it is yours?"

Mo Yang nodded.

Yan Lingyun put the jerky eggs in, "Then what price should I pay for this thing?"

After entering the dragon's egg, the number of Yuzi in the storage bag immediately changed crazily!

The biggest baby is right next to his leg, he even forgot!It's dark under the lights!

Mo Yang's eyes widened and his breathing became light. The Yuzi number sparked like a torrent, and the entire storage bag was sealed to prevent anyone from putting things in it and disrupting its calculations.Yan Lingyun looked at it casually, and only hugged Mo Yang's bag and egg into his arms.

It wasn't until a quarter of an hour later that the value of the dragon egg was recorded on the jade——

45.

Mo Yang's mind went blank for a moment, he stretched out his hand, and read the words one by one, making sure that he counted correctly.

45 billion really...

Unless someone else also finds the half-immortal artifact and half-immortal beast, then Xixiao has no suspense and is number one.

He was belatedly aware of the preciousness of this gift.

The storage bag can't store living things for a long time, so after counting the points, Mo Yang took out the eggs.He looked at Yan Lingyun blankly, then shook out his ten most precious holy medicines and put them in his hands.

The holy medicine was already very precious to the outside world, but now he couldn't give it away.

Mo Chao picked up a flower-like holy medicine, held it in front of Yan Lingyun, and said in a low voice, "Although it may not look like much to you, but it looks pretty, you can accept it."

Yan Lingyun: "Okay."

He collected all ten holy medicines into the inheritance space, and also picked out some useful fragments of magic weapons, which made Mo Yang heave a sigh of relief.

If he had traveled to five continents longer, he would have been able to give even more precious gifts.

Yan Lingyun hugged him, let him lie on his lap, but stroked his hair, and said in a low voice, "Would you like to give me another thing."

"Yeah." Mo Yang hugged the egg, "What do you want?"

The man held his face in his hands, kissed the center of his brow, and with a casual flick of his knuckles, the sword energy cut off a strand of hair on the side of Mo Yang's face.

In Mo Yang's gaze, the lock of hair floated in mid-air, knotted by the spirit, and finally flew into Yan Lingyun's arms.

Mo Yang, look away.

Yan Lingyun lightly touched his cheek with the back of his hand, and asked: "You are a disciple of Xizhou, where are you in Xizhou, but Kunlun Immortal Sect."

Mo Yang: "I am."

"Why have I never heard of you."

Because he came from time travel, of course there is no Xizhou here.

But it was impossible for Mo Yang to say that, and he was also afraid that one day when he went back, Yan Lingyun would always look for him.No matter which Yan Lingyun it was, he couldn't see him being frustrated.So I rubbed my forehead with him: "I was an orphan when I was young. I came to Xizhou by chance and was accepted as a disciple by the immortal. If I live, you will definitely hear about me."

"My master said that in the three thousand worlds, the difference is a thousand miles. You haven't heard of me. Maybe it's because I'm dead here."

Yan Lingyun suddenly grabbed his hand.

But he finally had to accept it gradually.

"Fate is impermanent."

He finally said that since then, this question has never been raised again.

Five days later, Canghai Yueming Jiao finally showed signs of breaking its shell.

Mo Chao and Yan Lingyun stood beside it together, when they heard the chirping sound of a small beast coming from inside the eggshell, the little jiao crawled around inside, gouging the eggshell with its round snout.

After chiseling for a long time, it made a small breach and broke a little eggshell.

Mo Yang saw a small white soft head trying to get out of it, and occasionally a small meat bun on the top of the head was blocked, and there was a pea-sized eye.

Make a hole, and the rest will be easier. Xiaojiao opened his mouth, gnawed on the eggshell with his tiny deciduous teeth, gnawed round and round, and finally gnawed out a small circle for it to come out.

At that moment, there seemed to be a gentle moonlight leaking from the eggshell, which made Mo Yang slightly startled.

The sea moon is bright, can make the moon into the sea, bears the blood of Bai Ze, and benefits all beasts.

Yuejiao's whole body is milky white with a slight blue tinge, its whole body is only the size of a knuckle, like a speck of light, it flies out of the eggshell, flies to Mo Cai's palm, and coils in his palm.

"Eep." It moaned in a low voice.

Mo Yang put his hand on Yan Lingyun's palm again, Yan Lingyun rubbed his fingertips slightly, and Yuejiao crawled back and forth in the palms of both of them.

The streamer faded away, it became white and fat, kissed Mo Yang with its little kisses, pecked at Yan Lingyun, and finally squirmed in attachment, closed its eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.