Listening to the old white dog, Qu Lang had a toothache.
It should be said that the Demon King wasn’t good to his bones. Perhaps Baiju's performance was too pure, causing Qu Lang to have the illusion that this old dog couldn’t do cruel things.
Baiju didn't follow this topic to continue speaking, after all, before actually seeing the other party, Baiju wasn’t sure how big their appetite was or how strong.
No matter how strong they were, they shouldn’t surpass him. Baiju thought about it and then stopped going into details.
Qu Lang consciously went to wash the dishes, wiped his hands and came out of the kitchen, "I'm going to the east bay. The island has agreed to clear out some cargo ships to serve as evacuation vessels."
Xiao Yao nodded, "Yeah, go ahead."
After a pause, he remembered something again, "Speaking of which, has Shao Simiao gone back?"
Qu Lang stretched his waist, "The plane that was in the middle of the night yesterday was late. He’s returning to the capital this morning, should have arrived by now."
"Hmm." Xiao Yao's eyelids twitched, "I think there might be something wrong. Pay attention to Shao Simiao's state. I’m worried that he will be discovered."
Qu Lang nodded, "Okay, I also left a talisman on him before. If those talismans don’t react, he should be safe."
"You just have to count." Xiao Yao didn't want to say more, waved his hand to send him out, and returned to the living room. He saw Baiju sitting cross-legged on the sofa, his head hanging upside down.
"Bai’ge, what are you doing?" Xiao Yao walked to the sofa and sat down, put his chin on Baiju's shoulder with a little weary, and looked down, "Ah...what is this?"
Baiju's ten fingers danced, and a small white round thing was quickly forming in his hand, "Something that will make you feel good."
He didn't feel that there was any problem with the lines he said, so Baiju explained, "You used your magic astrolabe for several hours today. Even if you didn’t use too much spiritual energy, there was still a little loss of energy...when the time comes, if we really fight, we’ll basically act separately, I’ll worry."
Xiao Yao glanced at Baiju's handsome chin with a singular thought, "...how will it make me comfortable?"
Baiju's ears felt a little itchy, tickled by the breath in Xiao Yao's words. He pulled his earlobe uncomfortably, his expression still very focused, holding the shining milky white silk thread and knitting, bit by bit into a little ball.
"Um...how do I put it, this thing is my spiritual thread." Baiju pointed and pulled on his forehead, and then pulled out a thread to knit. The image was a little frightening, "Not much, but the intensity is relatively high, I removed all the consciousness inside, it’s pure mental power. Anyone can use it. After a while, it will settle in your sea of knowledge, and it will open by itself and wrap your consciousness like a fishing net and bear part of the impact for you."
Xiao Yao blinked, trying his best not to think about what was there or not. He stretched out his finger to poke the small ball in Baiju's hand. It was cool, smooth, and bounced like jelly.
It was hard to imagine how the silk thread was twisted into this thing.
Xiao Yao looked at Baiju's flexible fingers without blinking. All ten fingers were moving quickly, with silk threads entangled in his fingertips. Before he could see how Baiju moved, they became one piece.
Seeing Xiao Yao's eyes watching him attentively, Baiju shifted his shoulders and knocked Xiao Yao's chin, "Don't look, you will be tired."
Xiao Yao was already a little sleepy, so he closed his eyes and said, "Will it affect you if you take out so much?"
Baiju grabbed one end of a thread and changed the weave method, "Don't worry, it doesn't matter. My inner core is very stable, and it's only a loss of mental power. After two days, I'll recover by myself. If your body's acceptance is high enough, my mental power will eventually be absorbed by you."
Xiao Yao raised his eyelids and frowned, "You are giving me your mental power as a tonic?"
Before Baiju explained it, he thought it was a mental barrier. If it was just a barrier, the practitioning world also had many methods to weave one, but the rigid requirement was that the creator's mental strength was several times higher than the receiver's, and this barrier couldn’t be absorbed. Mental power was absolutely unique, and everyone was incompatible with each other's. Even if some could be absorbed, there would still be a lot of loss.
Baiju removed his consciousness from his mental power in order to prevent Xiao Yao from being affected by his consciousness. This was a routine operation, but obviously, this old dog could remove all personal characteristics from the mental power... Therefore, the mental power in his hand has become the same thing as an elixir of nourishing mental power.
If this was discovered, the old white dog would definitely be watched.
He was like a living extractor. They had seen an individual with a high degree of compatibility with others, but never an old white dog that could completely strip off the incompatibilities of such power.
Keeping the white dog in captivity was equivalent to keeping a large panacea in captivity.
As long as it was a power that Baiju could access and master, he might be able to strip out all pure energy.
"Bai'ge," Xiao Yao straightened up and removed his chin from his shoulder, with a serious expression, "Where did you learn this skill? Do you know that you will be targeted like this?"
Baiju paused the movements in his hand, and turned his head without expression.
The dark and deep pupils looked straight into Xiao Yao's eyes. Baiju approached Xiao Yao in a dark and unpredictable way, then landed his lips on Xiao Yao's lips, and cocked the corners of his mouth, "Uh-huh, I know."
Xiao Yao, "..."
It was rare for him to be so serious, then all of a sudden, he was stunned by a kiss.
Baiju raised his hand and pressed Xiao Yao's head back to his shoulder, "Don't worry, don't worry. I'm not stupid, uf this wasn't for you to refine, I usually wouldn't bother to spend so much time."
Xiao Yao twisted his neck and sighed, "You haven't told me how you learned it."
Baiju rolled his lips, after thinking about it, "I don't know how it happened...don't think too much about it, it would have happened after that event. If I had this ability before then, I would have died."
Xiao Yao followed Baiju's statement and thought about it, and he probably also had a feeling this was the case in his heart.
The old white dog was suddenly invaded by a force that didn't belong to him. This invading thing was more than ten times stronger than himself. If you considered these facts, you couldn’t separate the intruder from the old white dog or he would probably be destroyed directly. Although he would then not have suffer torture and suppression that followed for more than a thousand years, and he would also lose his current strength.
Xiao Yao raised his hand and rubbed the dog's head, feeling that he should be thankful that the old dog had learned so many messy things from nowhere, or where would he find such a big baby.
As he was thinking, there was a slight coolness on his forehead, and Xiao Yao saw the small white dumpling that Baiju had pinched was pressed against his brow.
Baiju tentatively tapped it twice, found the location, and said, "Yao Yao, relax, let me put it in."
Xiao Yao blinked.
His old white dog held a little vibrating egg and told him to relax and let him put it in. A face of integrity.
......
Xiao Yao closed his eyes a little desperately, "Okay, you can do it."
Driving at a speed if 180 in his mind every day, the old white dog had a supercar configuration and forced him to become a baby toddler.
The touch on the center of the eyebrows was cool and gradually spread.
It was as if a sharp object was pressed against his eyebrows. A little bit sour while swelling. Xiao Yao felt that his scalp was exploding一一he didn't know if his failure at relaxation would leave the dog's thoughts in vain?
Xiao Yao was a little worried, and felt that the thing on his brows turned into the warm and cool fingertips of the old white dog.
With soft finger pads pressed against the center of his eyebrows, Baiju asked in a low voice, "How is it, do you feel uncomfortable?"
Xiao Yao's eyelashes trembled, "Already put it in?"
"Mm, it went well." Baiju chuckled lightly, rubbed it for him, and praised, "Yao Yao is very good and didn't reject it."
Xiao Yao breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes to adapt.
It wasn't uncomfortable to have something in hus mind, but it was like eating a sweet mint. He didn't feel it when he took it. After a while, the cool sensation took him straight to the sky.
Shaking his head, Xiao Yao felt his tiredness swept away, and his mind was so clear that he could go without sleep for ten nights.
Knocked on his head, Xiao Yao thought without a second thought, if he hadn't watched the old white dog knit his mental power into a ball, he would have thought that the old dog had implanted a chip into him, which would turn him into a sleep-immune robot at any moment.
Seeing that he was energetic, Baiju couldn't help but cocked his mouth, leaning in to ask for a reward, "How about it, am I good?"
Xiao Yao smiled, and squeezed the cheek of the old white dog, "Great, my Bai'ge is very good."
Baiju pointed to the corner of his mouth, "Come on, take the initiative."
Then received a resounding kiss.
Baiju stretched out his hand to catch Xiao Yao, and the two lay on the sofa and hugged and rolled, and in a blink of an eye they fell onto the carpet under the sofa.
Xiao Yao body pressed into the meat underneath, as he tried to raise his head to see if the old white dog was hit, but Baiju suddenly held the back of his head, and two thin soft lips were attached to his lips, and he was squeezed like coquettishly.
Also, how could the height of a sofa break this old demon.
Baiju kissed Xiao Yao with a sullen smile, pressing his waist, feeling sweet in his heart.
No matter how pure the spiritual power was, if Xiao Yao didn't trust him enough, it wouldn't fit in at all, and it would have been blocked by his mental barrier a long time ago.
·
When the sky was getting dark, with a roar of air, an airplane appeared in the sky not far from Guihe Island. It was the first flight for the next group of tourists from Guihe Island.
The airport on Guihe Island was built on a mountain-top plain. The area itself wasn't particularly large, and the passenger planes were all small planes. This group of tourists wouldn't make too many people on the island, which could be regarded as reducing the difficulty of work for Baiju and the others.
The old white dog turned into his original form, reduced his size and carried Xiao Yao, hiding his body and standing on the sea.
Looking up at the direction of the airport, the tip of the white dog's nose twitched, "Sun Daiyang is on this plane. I don't smell the cultivator, but we still have to get ready."
Xiao Yao nodded when he heard the words, waved his finger, and a stream of light disappeared into the twilight, and swept towards the place where Qu Lang was.
"Qu Lang is by Jing Xia's side, let me tell him." Xiao Yao finished the message and patted the old white dog on the neck, "Where to go next?"
"Let's go, let's pick up the plane." The old white dog raised his paw, stepped silently through the air, and walked towards the airport.
Listening to the old white dog, Qu Lang had a toothache.
It should be said that the Demon King wasn’t good to his bones. Perhaps Baiju's performance was too pure, causing Qu Lang to have the illusion that this old dog couldn’t do cruel things.
Baiju didn't follow this topic to continue speaking, after all, before actually seeing the other party, Baiju wasn’t sure how big their appetite was or how strong.
No matter how strong they were, they shouldn’t surpass him. Baiju thought about it and then stopped going into details.
Qu Lang consciously went to wash the dishes, wiped his hands and came out of the kitchen, "I'm going to the east bay. The island has agreed to clear out some cargo ships to serve as evacuation vessels."
Xiao Yao nodded, "Yeah, go ahead."
After a pause, he remembered something again, "Speaking of which, has Shao Simiao gone back?"
Qu Lang stretched his waist, "The plane that was in the middle of the night yesterday was late. He’s returning to the capital this morning, should have arrived by now."
"Hmm." Xiao Yao's eyelids twitched, "I think there might be something wrong. Pay attention to Shao Simiao's state. I’m worried that he will be discovered."
Qu Lang nodded, "Okay, I also left a talisman on him before. If those talismans don’t react, he should be safe."
"You just have to count." Xiao Yao didn't want to say more, waved his hand to send him out, and returned to the living room. He saw Baiju sitting cross-legged on the sofa, his head hanging upside down.
"Bai’ge, what are you doing?" Xiao Yao walked to the sofa and sat down, put his chin on Baiju's shoulder with a little weary, and looked down, "Ah...what is this?"
Baiju's ten fingers danced, and a small white round thing was quickly forming in his hand, "Something that will make you feel good."
He didn't feel that there was any problem with the lines he said, so Baiju explained, "You used your magic astrolabe for several hours today. Even if you didn’t use too much spiritual energy, there was still a little loss of energy...when the time comes, if we really fight, we’ll basically act separately, I’ll worry."
Xiao Yao glanced at Baiju's handsome chin with a singular thought, "...how will it make me comfortable?"
Baiju's ears felt a little itchy, tickled by the breath in Xiao Yao's words. He pulled his earlobe uncomfortably, his expression still very focused, holding the shining milky white silk thread and knitting, bit by bit into a little ball.
"Um...how do I put it, this thing is my spiritual thread." Baiju pointed and pulled on his forehead, and then pulled out a thread to knit. The image was a little frightening, "Not much, but the intensity is relatively high, I removed all the consciousness inside, it’s pure mental power. Anyone can use it. After a while, it will settle in your sea of knowledge, and it will open by itself and wrap your consciousness like a fishing net and bear part of the impact for you."
Xiao Yao blinked, trying his best not to think about what was there or not. He stretched out his finger to poke the small ball in Baiju's hand. It was cool, smooth, and bounced like jelly.
It was hard to imagine how the silk thread was twisted into this thing.
Xiao Yao looked at Baiju's flexible fingers without blinking. All ten fingers were moving quickly, with silk threads entangled in his fingertips. Before he could see how Baiju moved, they became one piece.
Seeing Xiao Yao's eyes watching him attentively, Baiju shifted his shoulders and knocked Xiao Yao's chin, "Don't look, you will be tired."
Xiao Yao was already a little sleepy, so he closed his eyes and said, "Will it affect you if you take out so much?"
Baiju grabbed one end of a thread and changed the weave method, "Don't worry, it doesn't matter. My inner core is very stable, and it's only a loss of mental power. After two days, I'll recover by myself. If your body's acceptance is high enough, my mental power will eventually be absorbed by you."
Xiao Yao raised his eyelids and frowned, "You are giving me your mental power as a tonic?"
Before Baiju explained it, he thought it was a mental barrier. If it was just a barrier, the practitioning world also had many methods to weave one, but the rigid requirement was that the creator's mental strength was several times higher than the receiver's, and this barrier couldn’t be absorbed. Mental power was absolutely unique, and everyone was incompatible with each other's. Even if some could be absorbed, there would still be a lot of loss.
Baiju removed his consciousness from his mental power in order to prevent Xiao Yao from being affected by his consciousness. This was a routine operation, but obviously, this old dog could remove all personal characteristics from the mental power... Therefore, the mental power in his hand has become the same thing as an elixir of nourishing mental power.
If this was discovered, the old white dog would definitely be watched.
He was like a living extractor. They had seen an individual with a high degree of compatibility with others, but never an old white dog that could completely strip off the incompatibilities of such power.
Keeping the white dog in captivity was equivalent to keeping a large panacea in captivity.
As long as it was a power that Baiju could access and master, he might be able to strip out all pure energy.
"Bai'ge," Xiao Yao straightened up and removed his chin from his shoulder, with a serious expression, "Where did you learn this skill? Do you know that you will be targeted like this?"
Baiju paused the movements in his hand, and turned his head without expression.
The dark and deep pupils looked straight into Xiao Yao's eyes. Baiju approached Xiao Yao in a dark and unpredictable way, then landed his lips on Xiao Yao's lips, and cocked the corners of his mouth, "Uh-huh, I know."
Xiao Yao, "..."
It was rare for him to be so serious, then all of a sudden, he was stunned by a kiss.
Baiju raised his hand and pressed Xiao Yao's head back to his shoulder, "Don't worry, don't worry. I'm not stupid, uf this wasn't for you to refine, I usually wouldn't bother to spend so much time."
Xiao Yao twisted his neck and sighed, "You haven't told me how you learned it."
Baiju rolled his lips, after thinking about it, "I don't know how it happened...don't think too much about it, it would have happened after that event. If I had this ability before then, I would have died."
Xiao Yao followed Baiju's statement and thought about it, and he probably also had a feeling this was the case in his heart.
The old white dog was suddenly invaded by a force that didn't belong to him. This invading thing was more than ten times stronger than himself. If you considered these facts, you couldn’t separate the intruder from the old white dog or he would probably be destroyed directly. Although he would then not have suffer torture and suppression that followed for more than a thousand years, and he would also lose his current strength.
Xiao Yao raised his hand and rubbed the dog's head, feeling that he should be thankful that the old dog had learned so many messy things from nowhere, or where would he find such a big baby.
As he was thinking, there was a slight coolness on his forehead, and Xiao Yao saw the small white dumpling that Baiju had pinched was pressed against his brow.
Baiju tentatively tapped it twice, found the location, and said, "Yao Yao, relax, let me put it in."
Xiao Yao blinked.
His old white dog held a little vibrating egg and told him to relax and let him put it in. A face of integrity.
......
Xiao Yao closed his eyes a little desperately, "Okay, you can do it."
Driving at a speed if 180 in his mind every day, the old white dog had a supercar configuration and forced him to become a baby toddler.
The touch on the center of the eyebrows was cool and gradually spread.
It was as if a sharp object was pressed against his eyebrows. A little bit sour while swelling. Xiao Yao felt that his scalp was exploding一一he didn't know if his failure at relaxation would leave the dog's thoughts in vain?
Xiao Yao was a little worried, and felt that the thing on his brows turned into the warm and cool fingertips of the old white dog.
With soft finger pads pressed against the center of his eyebrows, Baiju asked in a low voice, "How is it, do you feel uncomfortable?"
Xiao Yao's eyelashes trembled, "Already put it in?"
"Mm, it went well." Baiju chuckled lightly, rubbed it for him, and praised, "Yao Yao is very good and didn't reject it."
Xiao Yao breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes to adapt.
It wasn't uncomfortable to have something in hus mind, but it was like eating a sweet mint. He didn't feel it when he took it. After a while, the cool sensation took him straight to the sky.
Shaking his head, Xiao Yao felt his tiredness swept away, and his mind was so clear that he could go without sleep for ten nights.
Knocked on his head, Xiao Yao thought without a second thought, if he hadn't watched the old white dog knit his mental power into a ball, he would have thought that the old dog had implanted a chip into him, which would turn him into a sleep-immune robot at any moment.
Seeing that he was energetic, Baiju couldn't help but cocked his mouth, leaning in to ask for a reward, "How about it, am I good?"
Xiao Yao smiled, and squeezed the cheek of the old white dog, "Great, my Bai'ge is very good."
Baiju pointed to the corner of his mouth, "Come on, take the initiative."
Then received a resounding kiss.
Baiju stretched out his hand to catch Xiao Yao, and the two lay on the sofa and hugged and rolled, and in a blink of an eye they fell onto the carpet under the sofa.
Xiao Yao body pressed into the meat underneath, as he tried to raise his head to see if the old white dog was hit, but Baiju suddenly held the back of his head, and two thin soft lips were attached to his lips, and he was squeezed like coquettishly.
Also, how could the height of a sofa break this old demon.
Baiju kissed Xiao Yao with a sullen smile, pressing his waist, feeling sweet in his heart.
No matter how pure the spiritual power was, if Xiao Yao didn't trust him enough, it wouldn't fit in at all, and it would have been blocked by his mental barrier a long time ago.
·
When the sky was getting dark, with a roar of air, an airplane appeared in the sky not far from Guihe Island. It was the first flight for the next group of tourists from Guihe Island.
The airport on Guihe Island was built on a mountain-top plain. The area itself wasn't particularly large, and the passenger planes were all small planes. This group of tourists wouldn't make too many people on the island, which could be regarded as reducing the difficulty of work for Baiju and the others.
The old white dog turned into his original form, reduced his size and carried Xiao Yao, hiding his body and standing on the sea.
Looking up at the direction of the airport, the tip of the white dog's nose twitched, "Sun Daiyang is on this plane. I don't smell the cultivator, but we still have to get ready."
Xiao Yao nodded when he heard the words, waved his finger, and a stream of light disappeared into the twilight, and swept towards the place where Qu Lang was.
"Qu Lang is by Jing Xia's side, let me tell him." Xiao Yao finished the message and patted the old white dog on the neck, "Where to go next?"
"Let's go, let's pick up the plane." The old white dog raised his paw, stepped silently through the air, and walked towards the airport.
