Then he sat aside and started to fiddle with the mist that had just appeared in his hands.
The soft mist is harder to flatten than cotton. Cotton? Cotton is made into threads by pulling and twisting. Can this mist be made into threads?
The uncle watched Zhou Xiang trying to shape the mist into various shapes but ignoring him, and he became unwilling to give up.
The whining sound indicates that he wants to speak.
Zhou Xiang stopped and pulled out the mist from his mouth. "What do you want to say?"
But my uncle asked, "What is this mist?"
Zhou Xiang looked at him calmly, "If you're not going to answer my question, it's better not to talk. I don't like chatting with perverts."
abnormal?
The uncle laughed out loud, "Pervert? Isn't that a pervert? The whole Kong family is perverted, all cultivators are perverted,
"Hehehe, I'm a pervert. Why am I a pervert? Isn't it because of the Kong family's skills? Once I practice, I know how long I can live. I can only live to 40 years old. Since I was three years old, I knew that I could only live to 40 years old. After I lit my natal lamp, the more I practiced, the faster my life force slipped away.
I stared at the children younger than me and asked them how they felt after lighting their natal lamps. Just like me, the amount of life added after the upgrade was only a few.
I asked about the children who hadn't lit their natal lamps. Although they could feel the reduction of their life force through cultivation, it was very slight and did not differ much from their level.
There was once a genius who, before his natal lamp was lit, leveled up very quickly. His health decreased only slightly faster than others who hadn't lit their natal lamps. But once he lit his natal lamp, his health flowed much faster than ours, so much so that he died from being too high in level.
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