"Maybe when the three or even the fourth star is lit, there will be some changes in the essence of the cauldron fire."

The tree cheered, suddenly jumped to the ink lotus, hugged him and exclaimed, "the Ding fire will be more pure, right? In this way, I will be able to refine the best quality pills without any effort in the future. "

It's not necessary to make medicine in a small stew pot at all. It's necessary to control and pay attention to what's on the fire at all times. Later, it's only easier and faster to make medicine.

Think of this, the small face of arbor is full of small excited mood.

He reached for a handful of refining materials and threw them into the tripod. He looked at the tripod kindly and urged, "eat quickly."

Mo Lian couldn't help laughing.

This kid just thought that Yaoding had a big appetite to eat a lot. Now I know that dinghuo will improve with Shengxing. It's abnormal and urges Yaoding to eat more. It's a real kid.

"All right." Mo Lian helplessly picked up the little thing, "take these things back to Taoyuan star, and let the ball slowly feed the nine star yingyue tripod. I don't think this tripod can eat too much at one time. What should I do in case of too much digestion? It's still a waste! "

When the tree heard this, it felt right, so it collected all kinds of materials for refining tools buried in the tree pit.

"What is that." The tree stood on the edge of the huge pit curiously, and looked at the quiet land at the bottom of the pit. There was a slight purple light and an oval bead the size of a pigeon's egg.

The ink lotus stretches the palm to suck, the ellipse bead son then was inhaled by him in the palm.

The two men lowered their heads and studied carefully. The tree even reached out and poked the light purple beads.

The skin was gently poked by her, and it sank in. Both of them looked at each other and couldn't figure out what it was.

"This could be a Eggs! " Ink lotus ponders for a long time, hesitates to say.

The "can eat not" expression on arbor's face made Prince Mo just want to laugh

This little guy, why is this little expression so funny?

"We don't know its details. We'd better not eat it casually."

"Woof, woof, woof, woof!" Three puppies sprang out of the peach star, staring at the eggs in the tree's hand with salivation, and twirling their tails under her feet.

"What is it." Asked the tree, expressionless.

"Woof, woof, woof!"

"Miss Wang." The tree didn't take a good breath and rubbed one of the puppies aside.

"Woof, woof!"

The three little sucking dogs kept turning at the foot of the tree. They looked at her with their pitiful eyes full of entreaties. The expression of salivation was just like that!

The tree squatted down again, picked up a little milk dog and asked, "what is this?"

"Stupid! That's the holy beast Zhuo's egg! Do you want to throw it to three little grass dogs? "

"What?" The tree could not help but summon him out when it heard the blazing blood shouting angrily there.

A little phoenie flapped her wings in front of her with a beard, and looked contemptuously at Prince Mo, who was shot innocently, "I don't know!"

Prince Mo:?

Joe Joe didn't recognize what it was. How could he just scold him?

"What egg?" Asked the tree curiously.

Blazing blood had the impulse to spit blood, and cried out angrily, "go to that pit and look for it again! This Zhuo should be a pair. There should be two eggs in this pit! "