I am a hereditary jailer, start to suppress the eldest princess

Even if the lute bone is sealed and locked with a dragon chain, the resilience is really abnormal.

No matter how serious the injury is, as long as it is not a fatal injury, after one night, he will be alive and kicking.

Ao Lu is miserable, but it's only the tenth level of the War Honorable Realm. Although it is strong, it is really not enough, even if it is a real dragon.

The injuries on his body were terrible, there were dozens of wounds, and he was still bleeding.

His face was pale, as pale as a pig.

Ao Xiong is in the best condition, he is almost uninjured, full of energy, and has a chicken leg in his mouth.

The same is in jail, but the treatment is really very different.

Destroy the three of them!

"You didn't take care of it?" Xiao Ran asked.

Ao Xiong was taken aback, even the chicken legs in his mouth didn't taste good anymore.

Yang Pingan shook his head, "He is very obedient, and he will say what he asks, even if it is the secret method of the North Sea Dragon Clan. But he doesn't know much, but it is enough for me to practice right now."

"En." Xiao Ran nodded.

"It still hasn't paid for it?"

"The mouth is very hard, and I would rather tell all the secrets of the North Sea Dragon Clan than mention the bloody things."

Xiao Ran put down his wine glass and stood up from the chair.

Take out the Qinglian Yaoguang Sword, and then take out the Luck Dragon Chair.

Holding one in each hand, he walked towards Patriarch Beiming coldly.

Yang Pingan also put down his wine glass, walked over holding the Beiming sword, and stopped in front of it.

"You, what do you want to do?" Patriarch Beiming panicked.

Ao Lu guessed it, and hurriedly said, "My lords, can you be careful when you strike? Can you not hurt innocent people?"

"You have the right to speak here?" Xiao Ran scolded.

The Luck Dragon Chair violently smashed on his head.

Its supernatural power directly smashed him and spit out a bloody arrow, fainting to death.

Ao Xiong shrank his neck, and said to himself, "Stupid! At this time, pretend you didn't see anything, and keeping silent is the kingly way."

"Hand over a drop of effort, and make your life more comfortable in the future." Xiao Ran said.

"If you want anything else, I can give it to you, but I really can't do it!" Patriarch Beiming shook his head.

"There is still a lack of beatings." Xiao Ran went straight to it.

The power of the supreme physical body exploded, and he held the Luck Dragon Chair, hitting his head one after another.

The Qinglian Yaoguang sword didn't stop, and stabbed frantically at his chest.

"I'll help you!" Yang Pingan hurriedly followed.

Beiming Sword specially attacked its lower three lanes, and cooperated well with Xiao Ran, "taking care" of him very well.

Mixed doubles is still such a cruel torture.

As strong as Beiming Patriarch, he also snorted out in pain.

"It's not easy for the ancestor!" Ao Xiong sighed weakly in his heart.

Fortunately.

Xiao Ran and the two did not affect him.

quite a while.

Xiao Ran and the others stopped, and looked at Patriarch Beiming again, it was really miserable, there were wounds all over his body, blood flowed out, it was scary like a ghost.

Following the separation of the three Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasures, the injuries on it began to recover quickly.

At this time, its perverted resilience is working again.

Even Patriarch Xueli is still a bit behind in this aspect compared to him, after all, he is the body of a true spirit.

He took out ten jade bottles, cut his right wrist, and began to drain the dragon's blood.

Ao Xiong couldn't bear to watch it, it was really too miserable.

"Where is this ancestor? It's like a pig raised in a pigsty."

After bleeding, put away the ten jade bottles.

Looking at Yang Ping'an.

"Your progress in this skill is too slow. You don't know how to use the ready-made 'treasure house'. Its recovery power is so strong. If you use it twice a day, you can recover as long as the time is locked."

"Okay! From now on, I will do bloodletting every morning." Yang Ping'an was excited.

Turning around, his eyes fell on Patriarch Xueli, Xiao Ran said, "His blood essence is useful to you?"

"It's useful." Yang Pingan said.

"Be tougher, if you die, you will die."

"Okay." Yang Pingan agreed.

"I'm going back." Xiao Ran said.

Put away the two Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasures, turned and left.

Yang Pingan laughed and entered Patriarch Xueli's cell.

He saw what happened just now. Seeing him coming, Patriarch Xueli panicked and asked subconsciously, "You, what do you want to do?"

"Fuck you!" Yang Pingan said.

Raising the Beiming sword and doing it, he greeted him frantically, but the ancestor Xueli was also a ruthless person, even though he was tortured like this, he didn't scream.

The more he was like this, the more vicious Yang Pingan became.

He kept on working without opening his mouth.

tired?nonexistent.

Arrived at the lobby on the first floor.

Zhang Yu handed over an umbrella, "Brother Xiao, it's raining heavily outside, do you want to go back?"

"Tomorrow, I will go to Fu's mansion to propose a marriage. Even if it rains heavily, I have to go back tonight." Xiao Ran said.

"Be careful on the road and pay attention to safety."

"En." Xiao Ran nodded.

Seeing him leave, Zhang Yu called again, "Brother Xiao, I want to go with you."

Xiao Ran stopped in his tracks, "What if you left the prison?"

There was no solution to this question, and his face instantly became bitter.

"When they get married, your glass of wedding wine is indispensable."

"Thank you Brother Xiao!" Zhang Yu was happy.

Out of the dungeon.

The dragon blood warriors are still dedicated to their duties, guarding here, making the defense of the sky prison airtight.

Looking at the dark night sky, the rapid torrential rain, like the pouring of the Milky Way, is very heavy and exaggerated, and the ground is full of rain.

With a sigh in my heart, there is really not enough time.

I have to accompany Zi'er during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ling Qing'er's parents are also here, and I have to accompany the eldest princess. This is so embarrassing. Even a master of time management is not enough at this time.

Shake his head.

Suppress your inner thoughts, feel the power of the six realms of samsara, and walk in one direction.

East of the city.

Wenxiu Square, No. 132.

A large courtyard, with two white jade lions at the entrance, majestic, mighty and handsome.

There is also a team of guards guarding the side, no matter how heavy the rainstorm is, they stand in the rain, still not moving for a moment, their palms are pressed on the hilt of the sword, the eyes are majestic like eagle beaks, and they are penetrating in the darkness Scanning, it seems to find out the danger hidden in the dark.

There is a plaque hanging above the gate, which says "Nongfu" in two vigorous characters.

The farm family has a mysterious inheritance, and little information is known to the outside world, so it has always been a mystery.

But there is one thing that is recognized by everyone.

The martial arts "Sacred Heart Collection" handed down by the farmer's family is a top-notch supernatural power, even if compared with ordinary good fortune-level martial arts, it is not too far behind.

Especially in healing, it has great power.

without any exaggeration.

Almost any poison in the world can be undone, and there is still a sigh of relief. Even if the meridians are afraid of being broken, they can be recovered with the help of the sacred heart.

But the farm family is very special, each vein is passed on to a single person, and the Sacred Heart Book is passed on to males but not females.

If there is no man in this generation, then select an outstanding person from the branch line, adopt it to the main line, practice the Sacred Heart Book, and train him to become the head of the farm family.

in the library.

Nong Meng, the owner of the farmhouse, sat on the main seat.

Beside him, sat a young woman in white. Her name was Nong Hua, and she belonged to the Third Prince.

Not long ago, about three months ago, I gave myself to him.

In addition to them, there was an old man sitting at her lower head, wearing a blue robe and carrying a long sword on his back. Even when he was smiling, he gave off a sharp, blade-like feeling.

It was as if what he was facing was not a human being, but a peerless sword.

His name is Immortal Jianming, and he is not from a farming family, but a farmer.

As for Nong Meng, he is also a member of Nonghua, but he is convinced by his methods and is willing to serve her.

The purpose of Nong Hua tonight is also very simple.

Nong Meng found her. His son Nong Liang was injured on the way back half a month ago, but his foundation was ruined. Even if the Nong Family's inheritance of martial arts is frighteningly powerful, it cannot be restored.

I want to ask her to take a shot and ask for a "Vitality Regeneration Pill" to help Nongliang rebuild his foundation.

So there was this scene in front of me.

After listening to what he said, Nong Hua didn't answer in a hurry, and took a sip from the teacup.

Master Jianming spoke appropriately, "The Vitality Regeneration Pill is the ultimate healing medicine in my holy land. The materials used are very precious, and some of them have been cut off. Not many."

Pause.

"Furthermore, it is very difficult to refine this pill, and the failure rate is too high. Even if we have accumulated it for so many years, there is not much left."

Nong Meng's eyes lit up, he just had the mentality of trying.

Whether they still have the Life Renewal Pill in their hands, no one can say for sure.

After all, this elixir is really too precious.

Unexpectedly, there are still.

People grow old, especially the head of the family.

Nong Meng understood the meaning of his words, if you want the pill, you can, it depends on whether you are worth it or not.

Thinking about the stakes.

If you want to get the Vitality Regeneration Pill, you need at least treasures of the same value. Among the entire farm family, only the Sacred Heart Book can match it, and other things are not qualified at all.

But it is related to the inheritance of the farm family. Over the years, it has never been rumored.

Now Nongliang's foundation has been abolished. If he doesn't rebuild the foundation, his life will be over.

A person who can't cultivate, even his son, can't sit in the position of Patriarch.

He would not be reconciled if he chose one of the branches to adopt him!

It's not his own son. Once the other party takes power, what else will he do?