A pitiful interstellar cub transmigrates into a treasure held in the palm of every race on a foreign continent.
——Little Lingling is an optimistic little experimental subject who suddenly...
Lingling was still gnawing on the skewers, not wanting to waste even a minute.
Hearing this, he turned to look at the little beastmen who were still lying down to rest and reminded Damon: "Grandpa, did you sit still and absorb the magic elements before?"
Damon nodded.
Lingling sighed and shook her head, looking like she really couldn't do anything about you. She said, "Lingling and the kids have been moving around a lot, and they're exhausted."
Damon was startled, as if realizing something, and asked in confusion, "So, we orcs must move to absorb magical elements?"
The black and white ball nodded vigorously, her little head almost dizzy, and she said dazedly: "Yes, Grandpa, your blood is different. You need to warm up your body before you can absorb it."
The little guy heard from Bai Jiu that the blood of the orcs is somewhat different from that of other races, and their physique is also very special. They are the most resistant of all races. Simply put, they have thick skin and flesh. If they want to absorb magical elements, they must warm up their bodies and speed up blood circulation, and the amount they can absorb is limited.
In short, what Xiaotuanzi understood was that Amy and the others' talents were all in their physical fitness. If they wanted to learn magic, they had to endure some hardships and keep moving. Keep moving...
"Hehe, this is really not suitable for Lingling. Fortunately, Lingling is a genius!" The little guy rejoiced inwardly.
Bai Jiu smiled secretly: Yes, yes, little genius Lingling.
Damon's confusion was finally answered, and he stopped asking. No matter what the reason was, having a way to learn magic was a gift from God, and he was already very satisfied.
He lifted Lingling up and ran forward childishly.
"Let's go, Grandpa is going to take little teacher Lingling to eat something delicious~"