Urban Ability: I Can Rewind Unlimited

Chapter 166 Xiao Jia
As for how to let the blood out, Zhao Qiang felt that it was easy to solve.

Just make a cut on the arm. Anyway, there are bandaging tools in the hotel, so just help bandage it at the end.

Among other things, this saint's arm is really white, it can be described as pale.

"Saint, it may hurt a little, bear with it."

"Come here, by the way, I am no longer a saint, you can call me Xiaojia."

"Okay, Xiao Jia, bear with it."

Zhao Qiang directly made a cut on her arm, put a small bowl of blood in, and quickly bandaged it.

During this period, the little girl remained silent and even looked like she was enjoying herself, which made Zhao Qiang baffled.

"Hehe, you don't have to be surprised. After you let go of my blood, I am no longer a saint, and I no longer need to be a living dead. For me, you are my savior."

Zhao Qiang nodded. This might be a good thing for this little girl.

After getting the blood of the saint, Zhao Qiang immediately took out all the fragments of his pottery pot, put them in a container, and started to cook them.

According to Hong Zhu, this is estimated to take several hours to cook.

During this period, Zhao Qiang began to think about how to deal with the saint, that is, Xiao Jia's problem. Now that he has solved it, it should be arranged.

"Do you have any relatives in this country, parents or something?"

"After becoming a saint, my parents were martyred."

"So powerful? Are they willing?"

"It was an honor to them. They were all burned to death with a smile."

"Then do you have any other relatives?"

"Yes, but I can't go back. I'm already a saint, and I can't return to the village as an ordinary person."

Zhao Qiang soon understood that if the saint who had always been aloof before suddenly became a little mushroom in his own village, the people in that village would probably not be able to accept it.

And if Xiaojia goes back, the consequences will probably not be very good. Either he will be killed, or he will be captured and raised.

This is troublesome, and Xiaojia thinks it will be very troublesome to stay in this country.

She is the most famous person in Nepal. Although she rarely appears, she is the goddess in the hearts of countless believers, and many people must remember her.

"Then do you want to go back to Daxia with me?"

"Daxia?" Xiaojia thought for a while and then nodded. For her, maybe Daxia is the best destination.

"That's easy. You might as well live in my house. In Daxia, I'm still a rich man, and there are a lot of people in my family. It's okay to raise one more for you. Besides, there are Fengtian and Fujiwara Yuko here. It's about the same as you, you can play with them." Zhao Qiang felt that his idea was not too good.

It's good to have an extra little girl in the family. At least Fengtian won't be so lonely. And at least she's a saint, so she's probably not an ordinary person.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Jia, that is, the saint, shook her head resolutely, and resolutely rejected Zhao Qiang's decision.

"Why, I will be nice to you."

Xiaojia shook her head again and said: "I know you are not an ordinary person. I have an intuition that if I live with you, trouble will always follow me. I will never stop in this life. I will not live with you." together."

I didn't expect this saint, at such a young age, to think so much.

And Zhao Qiang couldn't refute it at all. What she said was so reasonable. If you lived with him, you might be assassinated at some point.

"What should I do then."

Xiaojia said to herself: "Why don't you find me an orphanage, anyway, I will be an adult soon, and then I can get involved in society by myself. During the time in the orphanage, I can first get to know Daxia .”

Xiao Jia said about the orphanage, and Zhao Qiang soon had another idea.

He thought of the dean of his orphanage, who only had one son. If Xiao Jia was sent to the dean's home, the dean would probably be very happy.

And the dean will definitely treat Xiao Jia well.

So, Zhao Qiang said to her: "In fact, I also grew up in an orphanage. At that time, the director of my orphanage was very kind to me. She is a very kind person. If you agree, I can send you to She lives in her house for a period of time, if you feel uncomfortable, you can change another place."

"can."

It's easy for Xiaojia to agree. Although going abroad is a troublesome thing, it is very simple for Zhao Qiang.

According to his strength, it is a trivial matter to secretly bring someone back to Daxia, and then solve an identity problem.

After waiting in the room for a long time, Zhao Qiang got a prompt from Hong Zhu to open the container.

Zhao Qiang opened it and saw that the broken pottery had turned into a simple small bowl.

Although it is very rough, and there are still many gaps, it is already a whole, and you know what it is, and it is no longer a simple fragment.

Zhao Qiang was still very excited when he held it in his hands.

Just for such a thing, how much did I pay.

It's from Samba and Nepal, so we got such a defective product.

According to that person, as long as you continue to use the ability of time in front of this clay pot, you can slowly absorb the energy inside.

Your ability to rewind will greatly enhance your control over time.

According to what the person on Zhao Qiang's chest said, as long as your time ability is strong enough, even the whole world, according to your consciousness, will go back several years as a whole, it's not difficult.

When Zhao Qiang kept using the ability to roll back in his room, he felt that although he had improved, it seemed to be very little.

In fact, according to his way of doing things, it will take at least a month or two to absorb all the abilities in this pottery.

Maybe I can't stand it.

This time, the existence hanging on Zhao Qiang's chest simply spoke: "Aren't you fucking stupid, don't you know how to put your own consciousness on this clay pot, it will be much faster this way, if you continue like this, Only when you get the year of the monkey and the month of horses can you draw out the ability."

"Consciousness? Is it just staring at this clay pot?"

"You don't know what consciousness is?"

"Ah."

"Fuck, then go away, I don't want to talk to you."

This existence really does what it says, no matter how much Zhao Qiang calls, it just doesn't answer a word.

"You should tell me how to concentrate my consciousness." This made Zhao Qiang feel like he was neither up nor down, as if after some kind of exercise started, the woman said that she was having an aunt.

This feeling is quite embarrassing.

(End of this chapter)