A deep and familiar voice came from above.

Foxy Jiaojiao was startled, then raised her head in surprise.

"Long Mo, are you okay? Are you injured..."

She nervously touched Long Mo up and down, checking if he was injured.

Long Mo held her restless little hand, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"I'm fine, not injured, don't worry."

He raised his hand and gently smoothed Foxy Jiaojiao's wrinkled eyebrows.

Foxy Jiaojiao stopped moving.

"The one lying over there..." She looked at the surrounded beastmen worriedly.

"Don't worry, they are not seriously injured. Two beastmen have serious external injuries. The veterinarian is treating them. There are also several minor injuries."

Long Mo knew what Hu Jiaojiao wanted to ask, and answered her questions one by one without waiting for her to finish.

Hearing this, Hu Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good."

She was still worried that there would be heavy casualties this time, but fortunately, what she was worried about did not happen.

"Then did you bring back the Ling Shuangzhi?" Hu Jiaojiao remembered the most important thing.

Long Mo lowered his head and saw Hu Jiaojiao's clear and expectant eyes, like a pool of clear water without a trace of impurities.

He nodded slightly, "I brought back a little, I don't know if it's enough."

"It's good to bring it back. I asked Feng Sheng, she said that Ling Shuangzhi can wake Ling'er up." Hu Jiaojiao's eyes suddenly burst into surprise. She

couldn't wait to ask:

"Where is Ling Shuangzhi? Let's quickly get Ling Shuangzhi and go back to save Ling'er!"

"Okay." For Hu Jiaojiao's words, Long Mo would naturally not refuse.

He nodded lovingly.

He took Hu Jiaojiao's hand and walked behind the group of beastmen.

After taking two steps, he turned around and said to Hu Qingyuan, who was standing there, not knowing whether to follow him:

"Come and help get Ling Shuangzhi."

Hu Qingyuan followed him.

He curled his lips and complained in a low voice:

"Don't you have hands? It's such a small thing, but you still need me to help you carry it..." He

stopped and fell into deep thought when he saw the dozen or so large animal skin bags in front of Long Mo.

...

Soon, the living room of Hu Jiaojiao's house was filled with animal skin bags.

There were only two small places to stand.

After Hu Qingyuan and a group of beastmen helped to deliver Ling Shuangzhi, they asked Feng Sheng to come over.

After all, only Feng Sheng knew how to save Long Ling'er.

Not long after, Feng Sheng came. When

Feng Sheng just walked in, he looked at the animal skin bags piled up in the living room and thought he had walked into the wrong stone house.

He stepped out, looked around again, made sure he was in the right place, and went back in.

The animal skin bag was still full.

What was going on?

"Fengsheng, you're here, come upstairs quickly." Foxy Jiaojiao poked her head out from the stairs, and waved at her as she walked down.

Fengsheng then walked over the animal skin bag with difficulty.

It was not easy for him to get to the room with Foxy Jiaojiao.

Long Mo was standing by the bed, with a hint of fatigue on his stern face, but he still stood straight, guarding Long Ling'er.

When he saw the two people coming in, he moved aside unconsciously.

He moved to the side to give the two people the closest space.

"Where's Ling Shuangzhi?" Fengsheng looked around, his eyes fell on the bulging animal skin bag at Long Mo's feet.

As soon as he finished speaking, Long Mo took out a transparent mushroom covered with blood lines from the animal skin bag.

The blood lines were like the heart of a newborn baby, still beating vividly.

After such a long time since it was picked from the Wild Soul Forest, the Ling Shuangzhi has not changed at all from when it was just picked, as if it was still growing in the soil.

"The Ling Shuangzhi is here, how can we wake Ling'er up?" Long Mo handed over the Ling Shuangzhi and asked in a deep voice.

Feng Sheng looked over and saw that the Ling Shuangzhi in Long Mo's hand was the same as what she heard from the old beastman in the tribe, so she nodded.

But...

why does this animal skin bag containing the Ling Shuangzhi look so familiar?

What's in such a big bag? Could it be all Ling Shuangzhi?

Feng Sheng quickly gave up this idea.

How is this possible? Ling Shuang Zhi is so precious, the animal skin bag should contain other things brought back from the Wild Soul Forest!

Thinking of this, Feng Sheng's doubts dissipated a little.

Under the expectant gaze of Fox Jiaojiao, he took the Ling Shuang Zhi.

A cool and soft touch came over him.

The soft and tender Ling Shuang Zhi felt as cold as ice.

It was like frozen tender tofu, but it was not frozen hard at all.

It was exactly the same as the description of Ling Shuang Zhi by the beastmen in the tribe.

Feng Sheng was still a little surprised to touch this strange thing with her own hands. Soon, she transformed her hand into a sharp claw and cut the Ling Shuang Zhi with her claws.

She picked out the blood lines inside that looked like blood vessels.

"Ling Shuang Zhi is not to be eaten directly. These blood lines are the essence of Ling Shuang Zhi. Cut the blood lines and the juice inside will flow out through this opening."

She said, cutting the blood lines she picked out.

Drops of red liquid fell from the opening of the blood lines like pearls.

Feng Sheng was quick to pinch open Long Ling'er's lips and let the liquid drip into her mouth.

This liquid looked the same as blood.

But it smelled sweet, like the smell of some sweet fruit being cut.

After a few minutes.

The last drop of liquid flowed out.

The originally round Ling Shuangzhi was like a balloon without air, and it was flattened.

Feng Sheng took the used Ling Shuangzhi aside.

"Is this all right? How long will it take for Ling'er to wake up?"

Hu Jiaojiao stared at Long Ling'er intently, and couldn't help but pinch the corners of her clothes with both hands.

Long Mo silently reached out his hand, put her little hand in his own, and signaled her not to worry.

"It depends on how long it takes Ling'er to absorb the energy of Ling Shuangzhi." Feng Sheng pursed his lips and shook his head to explain.

"But..." She looked at Hu Jiaojiao's nervous expression, bit her lip, and was about to speak when several childish voices suddenly came from outside the door.

"Mom! Dad!"

"Mom, is Ling'er awake?"

Several kids pushed open the door and rushed in.

Four heads stacked up and down, looking eagerly into the house.

Yin Cang stood behind them, and although he didn't squeeze in, his gaze was so hot that it had already penetrated the door and looked at Long Ling'er.

"Yu'er, why are you back?" The foxy girl looked at the cubs with confusion.

They should be practicing hunting skills with Xieman at this time.

She wanted to wait for Ling'er to wake up before telling them.

Unexpectedly, the cubs came back first.

Long Zhong couldn't wait and went in directly, "We heard that Daddy was back, so we told Uncle Xieman that we were back first."

Long Yu, Long Xiu and others also came in.

How could they not be there when Ling'er woke up!

No matter what happens, no matter what the outcome, they will face it together with their mother.

Long Yao used his white and tender little hand to grasp the foxy index finger, and a milky voice came out:

"Mother, Sister Ling'er will definitely wake up."