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But later, the holy city spread all over the place. What Yan Huai had was the wild species of demon people. It was not the blood of Jimo ya at all!
It's unreasonable. Who is that? That is the hope and glory of Jimo family!
How can let a woman, taint his reputation!
If it was not for his own identity, he would like to disappear.
So for the fantasy Qing Yan's leaving, he is indulgent, left also, just let Jimo Ya wake up.
Who knows, that rumor, it's the devil of hundred mile purple!
The child of this woman's heart is not only the blood of Jimo family, but also comparable to Jimo career.
Such a hope for the future generation of Jimo was destroyed by his indulgence.
Jimo impermanence, the intestines will regret Qing.
He doesn't know how to face the ancestors in the future!
I don't know how to face Jimo career. After thinking about it for a while, I glanced at the resolute color in my eyes. After I quickly gave a few orders, I felt a little relieved.
In the house.
"Uncle --" Jimo Ya looked at Lesheng with some kind of pleading.
With a sigh and a wave of his hand, the house was enveloped by a boundary, and the people outside could no longer perceive half the movement of the house.
This just beckoned: "feed blood."
Jimo Ya eyes a bright, their own blood, it is indeed a healing treasure, as long as the child can be saved, even if let him dry the whole body of blood!
Without hesitation, the blood with a strange fragrance meanders down the fingers, and the room is full of blood fragrance full of temptation.
Even the person of Laisheng's cultivation can't help but move his mind and get rid of the attraction of blood.
Jimo Ya considered it very considerate that the child was still young, so he cut his finger and put it into the child's mouth.
With the other hand of Lesheng, inject the spiritual power into the child's body, open his mouth, and use the power to slide the blood down the throat.
Finger bleeding, with the recovery of Jimo ya, soon the wound healed.
A finger healing, that is, Mo Ya eyebrows do not wrinkle the next finger, and activate the spirit, so that the blood flow faster.
But a cup of tea Kung Fu, Jimo Ya's face is pale.
Lesheng did not open his mouth, jimoya naturally would not stop, until all ten fingers were cut, and the wound healed again. Jimoya frowned and was about to open to his wrist.
Lessing finally said, "enough!"
The amount of blood shed just now is almost enough for the whole blood volume of the child in his arms. As soon as the blood enters the child's body, it is led to four limbs by his spiritual power, and all the rest is stored in the child's abdomen.
Seeing the child's tummy bulging up, and then looking at Jimo Ya's pale face, tottering and gritting his teeth, Lesheng's anger dissipated.
Sign Jimo to rest.
Jimo Ya where willing to rest assured, only looking at Laisheng, showing the color of begging.
Lesheng just tried his best to listen to the fate of heaven. He didn't want to let the next generation of Jimo's Jun just die so early, so he took his life against the heaven.
I don't really have any confidence in my heart.
Therefore, I can only shake my head: "look at the will of heaven. I can't guarantee that this method will work. I just need your blood to nourish me. I will keep it warm with secret method. If God has pity on my Jimo family, maybe I can go against the heaven once." his tone is not expecting, with a little bleak.
Jimo Ya dare not say more, just look at the child in the arms of Lesheng, do not know whether his illusion, or his hope, he always feel that the dark green on the children's face seems to fade some.
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But later, the holy city spread all over the place. What Yan Huai had was the wild species of demon people. It was not the blood of Jimo ya at all!
It's unreasonable. Who is that? That is the hope and glory of Jimo family!
How can let a woman, taint his reputation!
If it was not for his own identity, he would like to disappear.
So for the fantasy Qing Yan's leaving, he is indulgent, left also, just let Jimo Ya wake up.
Who knows, that rumor, it's the devil of hundred mile purple!
The child of this woman's heart is not only the blood of Jimo family, but also comparable to Jimo career.
Such a hope for the future generation of Jimo was destroyed by his indulgence.
Jimo impermanence, the intestines will regret Qing.
He doesn't know how to face the ancestors in the future!
I don't know how to face Jimo career. After thinking about it for a while, I glanced at the resolute color in my eyes. After I quickly gave a few orders, I felt a little relieved.
In the house.
"Uncle --" Jimo Ya looked at Lesheng with some kind of pleading.
With a sigh and a wave of his hand, the house was enveloped by a boundary, and the people outside could no longer perceive half the movement of the house.
This just beckoned: "feed blood."
Jimo Ya eyes a bright, their own blood, it is indeed a healing treasure, as long as the child can be saved, even if let him dry the whole body of blood!
Without hesitation, the blood with a strange fragrance meanders down the fingers, and the room is full of blood fragrance full of temptation.
Even the person of Laisheng's cultivation can't help but move his mind and get rid of the attraction of blood.
Jimo Ya considered it very considerate that the child was still young, so he cut his finger and put it into the child's mouth.
With the other hand of Lesheng, inject the spiritual power into the child's body, open his mouth, and use the power to slide the blood down the throat.
Finger bleeding, with the recovery of Jimo ya, soon the wound healed.
A finger healing, that is, Mo Ya eyebrows do not wrinkle the next finger, and activate the spirit, so that the blood flow faster.
But a cup of tea Kung Fu, Jimo Ya's face is pale.
Lesheng did not open his mouth, jimoya naturally would not stop, until all ten fingers were cut, and the wound healed again. Jimoya frowned and was about to open to his wrist.
Lessing finally said, "enough!"
The amount of blood shed just now is almost enough for the whole blood volume of the child in his arms. As soon as the blood enters the child's body, it is led to four limbs by his spiritual power, and all the rest is stored in the child's abdomen.
Seeing the child's tummy bulging up, and then looking at Jimo Ya's pale face, tottering and gritting his teeth, Lesheng's anger dissipated.
Sign Jimo to rest.
Jimo Ya where willing to rest assured, only looking at Laisheng, showing the color of begging.
Lesheng just tried his best to listen to the fate of heaven. He didn't want to let the next generation of Jimo's Jun just die so early, so he took his life against the heaven.
I don't really have any confidence in my heart.
Therefore, I can only shake my head: "look at the will of heaven. I can't guarantee that this method will work. I just need your blood to nourish me. I will keep it warm with secret method. If God has pity on my Jimo family, maybe I can go against the heaven once." his tone is not expecting, with a little bleak.
Jimo Ya dare not say more, just look at the child in the arms of Lesheng, do not know whether his illusion, or his hope, he always feel that the dark green on the children's face seems to fade some.
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But later, the holy city spread all over the place. What Yan Huai had was the wild species of demon people. It was not the blood of Jimo ya at all! It's unreasonable. Who is that? That is the hope and glory of Jimo family! How can let a woman, taint his reputation! If it was not for his own identity, he would like to disappear. So for the fantasy Qing Yan's leaving, he is indulgent, left also, just let Jimo Ya wake up. Who knows, that rumor, it's the devil of hundred mile purple! The child of this woman's heart is not only the blood of Jimo family, but also comparable to Jimo career. Such a hope for the future generation of Jimo was destroyed by his indulgence. Jimo impermanence, the intestines will regret Qing. He doesn't know how to face the ancestors in the future! I don't know how to face Jimo career. After thinking about it for a while, I glanced at the resolute color in my eyes. After I quickly gave a few orders, I felt a little relieved. In the house. "Uncle --" Jimo Ya looked at Lesheng with some kind of pleading. With a sigh and a wave of his hand, the house was enveloped by a boundary, and the people outside could no longer perceive half the movement of the house. This just beckoned: "feed blood." Jimo Ya eyes a bright, their own blood, it is indeed a healing treasure, as long as the child can be saved, even if let him dry the whole body of blood! Without hesitation, the blood with a strange fragrance meanders down the fingers, and the room is full of blood fragrance full of temptation. Even the person of Laisheng's cultivation can't help but move his mind and get rid of the attraction of blood. Jimo Ya considered it very considerate that the child was still young, so he cut his finger and put it into the child's mouth. With the other hand of Lesheng, inject the spiritual power into the child's body, open his mouth, and use the power to slide the blood down the throat. Finger bleeding, with the recovery of Jimo ya, soon the wound healed. A finger healing, that is, Mo Ya eyebrows do not wrinkle the next finger, and activate the spirit, so that the blood flow faster. But a cup of tea Kung Fu, Jimo Ya's face is pale. Lesheng did not open his mouth, jimoya naturally would not stop, until all ten fingers were cut, and the wound healed again. Jimoya frowned and was about to open to his wrist. Lessing finally said, "enough!" The amount of blood shed just now is almost enough for the whole blood volume of the child in his arms. As soon as the blood enters the child's body, it is led to four limbs by his spiritual power, and all the rest is stored in the child's abdomen. Seeing the child's tummy bulging up, and then looking at Jimo Ya's pale face, tottering and gritting his teeth, Lesheng's anger dissipated. Sign Jimo to rest. Jimo Ya where willing to rest assured, only looking at Laisheng, showing the color of begging. Lesheng just tried his best to listen to the fate of heaven. He didn't want to let the next generation of Jimo's Jun just die so early, so he took his life against the heaven. I don't really have any confidence in my heart. Therefore, I can only shake my head: "look at the will of heaven. I can't guarantee that this method will work. I just need your blood to nourish me. I will keep it warm with secret method. If God has pity on my Jimo family, maybe I can go against the heaven once." his tone is not expecting, with a little bleak. Jimo Ya dare not say more, just look at the child in the arms of Lesheng, do not know whether his illusion, or his hope, he always feel that the dark green on the children's face seems to fade some. www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
