Bai Hao: ...
Isn't this an examination? Why does it feel like a dissection?
Before he could turn around and run away, Jing Ling pushed him forward from behind. Jing Ling stepped into the house and closed the door behind her.
Bai Hao: ...
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The bamboo house has excellent privacy. Once the door is closed, no matter what happens inside, you can see a peaceful scene outside. There are even a few deer strolling leisurely outside the yard.
Among them was a slender white deer with a snow-white body and two small jade-like antlers on its head. It peeked out from outside the fence, its eyes sweeping towards the flowers and plants in the yard with a look that was even more obvious than it seemed.
Just as the sneaky deer head reached out for the drying spiritual herbs, the bamboo door opened a little, and a spiritual fruit was thrown out from inside the house, hitting the center of the white deer's forehead with lightning speed.
"Jiu Xiaobai! Don't eat my Cuiwei grass!"
"Yo-hing..."
The aggrieved white deer grabbed the fruit that slipped from its head, and left crying with its companions.
Humph, stinky Dad Jiu, I will never help him weed again next time.
There is a crying white deer outside the house, and a howling black dragon inside the house.
Bai Hao buried his head in Jing Ling's arms, with dragon horns on his head that were frightened out, and a dragon tail trembling behind him.
Jiu Huai wiped his hands slowly, glanced with disdain at the black dragon who pretended to be scared even though nothing happened, and answered the doubts that had troubled Jing Ling for a long time.
"There's nothing wrong with the body's meridians, and there's nothing wrong with the spiritual sea of consciousness. The main thing is to master the method to use spiritual power."
Jing Ling felt the dragon in her arms stiffen. She stretched out her soft hands and calmly but firmly grasped the trembling horns of the black dragon.
Bai Hao, whose dragon horn of destiny was held, trembled, and he was really about to cry.
Jing Ling smiled at Jiu Huai and asked softly, "Is there any way to help him master it quickly?"
"Oh, that's easy."
Jiuhuai leaned against the medicine cabinet with a gloating smile, watching the fun and making "suggestions" without thinking.
"Didn't you learn the needle technique from me last time? Why not try it on him? Dragons have thick skin and flesh, so you can't kill them with needles. Maybe one day he'll be able to open his mind."
The fox clan is cunning, treacherous and hateful.
Bai Hao thought so, feeling like crying but without tears.
He now began to hate the nine-tailed fox.
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