Lao Jiang nodded and shook his head: "Who doesn't want Nuwa's small weapon? Not to mention her strength to seal it, even if she didn't, all the black sword unicorns would rush to grab it. Unfortunately, I don't know why. The reason is that no one can use these weapons. As you said at the beginning, it seems to be a stunning weapon in the arsenal, but when it comes to using it at the critical moment, it is found that it is not as dull as a kitchen knife. So after suffering big losses again and again, no one dared to pay attention to the God of Death, and these peerless weapons that once amazed the world slowly fell asleep in Qilin's arsenal and were forgotten..."
Having said this, Lao Jiang couldn't help but look at me again, with a sour tone: "I didn't expect that I was picked up by you in the end... Li Jinglan, Li Jinglan, his strength is mediocre, but his luck is first-rate. good."
Listening to this, it seems that Lao Jiang has had the idea of killing gods before, but he didn't get any good results, so he became jealous of me as his apprentice.
I smiled at first, and then I became proud: "No one can use it? So if I can make it shine, isn't it pretty good?"
Lao Jiang sighed from the bottom of his heart: "Not only is it good, I was shocked just now. Apart from Nuwa Xiaoxiao, you are the only one who can restore Zhan Shen to his old style. If you didn't know clearly that you were playing Lei Being born in Zhenzhen, I suspect that you also came from that circle."
This was the second time Lao Jiang mentioned that circle. I was so curious that I asked, "Circle? Where is that circle?"
When Lao Jiang found out, he felt like covering his mouth, wishing he could bite off his tongue, and said vaguely: "Anyway, don't ask, this is not something you can know at your level."
"But……"
"Stop it, the more you know, the faster you will die!"
Seeing that Lao Jiang's mouth was too tight, I could only give up the idea temporarily and asked another thing: "What about Mr. Feng? Isn't Mr. Feng a little disciple of Nuwa? And his strength surpasses the Black Saber Qilin. He can't use the iron lump in my hand?"
Lao Jiang shook his head and denied: "Strictly speaking, he is not Nuwa's little apprentice."
Before I could ask, Yin Ling'er spoke hurriedly this time: "Then, what does that old man do?"
Lao Jiang explained to us: "Strictly speaking, Mr. Feng can only be regarded as a small follower behind Nuwa Xiaoxiao. Although he is stronger than me, he cannot use the weapons Nuwa Xiaoxiao left behind."
"By the way, when Nuwa sealed the God of Death in Qilin's arsenal, she left a sentence: Whoever can resurrect the God of Death is..."
Just when Lao Jiang was talking about the most important thing, Yin Ling'er suddenly let out an ouch and shouted to me: "My feet, oh my feet can't feel. Brother Jinglan, please come here and help me take a look at my feet." what's going on."
Ge Weihan, who was eavesdropping on our conversation with his ears pricked up, had also become interested in the people we mentioned, Nuwa Xiaoxiao, Feng Lao and others, and wanted to find out something. Now he was attracted by Yin Ling'er's painful breathing. idea.
I quickly came to Yin Ling'er's side. I originally wanted to say that she could still move just now? Why can't it work now?
When I took off Yin Ling'er's shoes and checked her right foot, I found that the white, tender and cute little foot was ice cold at the moment, with no warmth at all.
"Oops!" I frowned and quickly checked Yin Ling'er's other foot and found that the condition of that foot was even worse.
Her two feet had been stuck in the mud for too long, and their blood vessels were not flowing smoothly. They temporarily lost feeling, and there seemed to be signs of fractures in the ankle of her left foot.
Yin Ling'er is a person who is afraid of pain. She screamed "Ouch" and "Ouch" every song, calling me with a bit of crying: "Brother Jinglan, please think of a way, wuwu, it hurts, it hurts so much." "
The pink little face of a porcelain doll was wrinkled into a bun, which made people feel distressed.
I held her feet in my hands and helped her rub them little by little, using the warmth of my palms to warm her feet.
Unexpectedly, Yin Ling'er reacted violently: "Hey! We Miao women cannot let men touch our feet."
I deliberately frightened her and said in a cold voice: "If you don't want to touch it, I won't touch it, but if you can't connect the dislocated part, just follow us all the way to the top of the tile house."
Yin Ling'er raised her mouth higher, but had to lower her head: "Then please be gentle, it hurts."
I touched the fractured part of her left foot. Before she could make any move, Yin Ling'er started crying and saying that she had killed someone, killed someone.
I quickly raised my head and declared: "I haven't done anything yet."
Yin Ling'er stopped crying and let out a long 'oh' with a guilty voice.
I couldn't help but feel funny. Just as I was about to stretch out my hand, I saw Yin Linger calling out again. Suddenly, I had an idea. I pointed to the distance and said, "Look, what is that? A butterfly, what a beautiful butterfly."
"Butterfly? Where? Where is it?"
Yin Ling'er turned her head, her little face as excited as a child, looking eagerly for butterflies.
Taking advantage of this critical moment, my hand quickly found the dislocation, and with a click, I straightened her misaligned bones.
Yin Ling'er suddenly let out a scream and stared at me with resentment on her face: "Brother Jinglan, you lied to me! You..."
She originally prepared a bunch of words to scold me, but in the end she let out a sigh and said, "My feet are healed."
Yin Ling'er was so anxious that she wanted to stand up and stretch her muscles. I told her not to be anxious and to take it slow first, so as not to injure herself again later.
She grinned with joy and her mouth was unusually sweet and flattering: "Brother Jinglan, how come you know everything."
Seeing her pink face, I couldn't help teasing her: "When I was a child, the dog we raised at home was greedy. He would pick out bird eggs every day, and he would fall and dislocate them every day. This is how I helped him catch them."
Originally, Yin Ling'er was so slow that she nodded in agreement with me and said "Oh" in return. When she realized what she was doing, she reached out and hit the person: "You bastard, you called me a dog."
Fortunately, I reacted quickly and ran away with oil on my soles.
Because at this moment I found that Lao Jiang and Ge Weihan were studying the body of the big toad. When I walked over, I glanced in the direction of Yin Ling'er and made sure that she could stand up before leaving with confidence.
Ge Weihan was very cautious about this toad, which had not known how long it had lived. He handed a pair of prepared medical gloves to Lao Jiang. The two of them put on gloves on each hand, and then carefully turned the toad over. body.
The venom sac on the back of this toad can leak venom, so just in case, it's better to be careful.
Lao Jiang gently drew out the black knife and scratched the toad's straight white belly bit by bit.
Oh my God, he was going to dissect this monster!
