Traveling through the world of beasts: Lingquan space has some fields

An adult male deer not only runs fast, but its fighting power cannot be underestimated. The huge horns on its head can push an orc through the intestines and rip it to pieces.

Moreover, this male-antlered deer currently has three silver streaks, which is the sign of a third-level alien beast.

It is even more difficult to capture beasts with special powers.

Lang Rui was caught today and his whole body was unharmed.

If Mao Bai hadn't been so thoughtful, he might have ignored Lang Rui's trembling fingers, and might have really thought that his power level had far exceeded level three.

"Wu is sick. Let her eat the horned deer. Don't let others know." Lang Rui didn't intend to hand over half of the horned deer to the tribe. He had selfish motives! He only wanted to give good things to Qiao Xin.

Worry appeared in Mao Bai's eyes, "Is witchcraft serious?"

The slave is sick and can only carry it on his own, but the witch is sick and there should be medicine to cure him!

"The fever is gone and he will be fine soon." Lang Rui took out the dagger Qiao Xin gave him and started killing the deer.

Mao Bai has seen Qiao Xin treating Lang Rui, Xiong Hui and Ma Tian.

These three people are still alive and well. Inexplicably, Mao Bai has great confidence in Wu's medical skills.

When Lang Rui said he would be fine soon, he brought the big iron pot to catch the deer's blood without any doubt.

The horned deer's whole body is full of treasures, and its blood is also very nourishing.

The snow was so heavy that everyone stayed in the cave and did not come out. Only Lang Rui and Mao Bai were working passionately in the ice and snow.

After draining the blood, Lang Rui put a bowl in an iron box and brought it into the house.

"Xinxin."

Qiao Xin was in a daze when she heard someone calling her. She thought it was her rebellious brother Qiao Lin. She stretched out her hand from the bed and touched the pillow, but did not touch the pillow. Then she remembered that she was no longer in Blue Star.

Qiao Lin also left her forever.

Suddenly, Qiao Xin sat up and opened her eyes. The confusion in her eyes disappeared, and sharpness emerged. When she saw that the person coming was Lang Rui, she fell back on the bed, and the soft mattress bounced.

Lang Rui walked to the bed, sat down, and handed the steaming deer blood to her, "Drink."

"what?"

"Antlered deer blood."

Qiao Xin instantly got under the quilt. Damn, she was sick and they made her drink parasite-infested blood!

What a poisonous heart!

Lang Rui saw her resistance and thought of the last time he drank blood, she mentioned what kind of worms were in the blood, "There are no worms, the horned deer blood is very replenishing."

Seeing that she still didn't come out, he added, "Antlered deer blood can cure your disease."

"I don't drink raw blood." Qiao Xin's already hoarse voice came out muffled from the bed. The deep grievance hit Lang Rui's heart, making him anxious, painful and helpless.

Lang Rui frowned. If you don't drink raw food, how about drinking cooked food? Is it still effective when cooked?

He didn't know if it would be effective if cooked. The orcs always killed and drank it immediately.

"Then I'll cook it for you and eat it." Lang Rui finally compromised!

also! She had eaten a lot of pig blood before, it was very tender and tasted good.

Qiao Xin lifted the quilt and sat up. It was still too stuffy under the quilt, especially since her nostrils were still not full of air.

She sniffed hard and declared that the nasal passage had failed and she could only breathe through her mouth.

Lang Rui's long silver-gray hair was wet and spread on his shoulders, and some strands were even frozen with ice residue. There was still unmelted hoarfrost on the top of his head, and his brows were furrowed.

The originally cold white skin was now almost translucent, and there was an obvious red mark on his shoulder. The whole person looked extremely embarrassed.

Carefully hold a bowl of deer blood.

Seeing her sitting up, her frown deepened, "Lie down and don't get up."

Qiao Xin suddenly felt her throat tightening, and an indescribable feeling surged into her heart. Lang Rui's care was completely different from Qiao Lin's, both of them would take care of her.

But Qiao Lin was never forgiving, and the words of concern coming out of his mouth were stinging and heartbreaking.

Lang Rui spoke very little, but every sentence pinched the vital point of his heart, making his heart tighten and swell.

Qiao Xin, who had always been aggressive and liked to confront others, lay down obediently! Obediently pull up the quilt.

Although she knew that she was actually fine.

Qiao Xin raised her hand to cover the back of Lang Ruizhi's cold hand, "I'm much better now."

After a moment, Lang Rui took out his hand and squeezed Qiao Xin's palm. A blush appeared on his pale face, and his eyes fell elsewhere, "My hands are cold."

The corners of Qiao Xin's mouth curled up, then flattened out.

"I'm a little hungry."

"I let Mao Bai stew the venison outside, and I'll have something to eat soon."

"I also want to eat corn tortillas." Qiao Xin thought of the corn flour they worked together to grind last night.

Lang Rui couldn't do it, so he called Mao Bai in.

This was the first time Mao Bai entered Qiao Xin's house, and his eyes lit up instantly. It was the first time he saw such a beautifully decorated cave.

Everything was new to him.

Everything amazed him!

Qiao Xin was wrapped in a military coat and wearing boat-like boots, sitting in Lang Rui's cave to warm herself by the fire.

Mao Bai put his hands on his chest and saluted.

"Mao Bai, can you make cakes?"

The sound of being polished with sandpaper startled Mao Bai, but seeing that Qiao Xin was in good spirits, he felt relieved, "I can do it, just like mud, roll it into balls one by one, and then flatten it. Master Qiao Xin wants to eat it." Cake? But there’s no wheat flour here.”

The tribe where Mao Bai used to stay had a kind of creamy yellow wheat flour that could be used to make cakes. However, this cake was not very tasty and was a bit throat-irritating, so it was not suitable for today's witches.

Lang Rui took out a small half bag of cornmeal that was ground yesterday from the corner. The cornmeal was ground three times and was very fine without any graininess.

"Is this corn?" Mao Bai recognized the smell as soon as he smelled it. He had eaten corn porridge twice before. It was mellow and soft, and it was the most delicious porridge he had ever eaten in his life.

"Well, I used a stone mill to grind it into powder, which can be used to make tortillas." Qiao Xin pointed to the stone mill in the corner.

This stone mill is for household use and is about the size of a washbasin. There is actually a large stone mill over two meters wide in her space, but I don’t know where it was blown away.

Mao Bai's curious eyes fell on the stone mill, and he took it away at a glance, not daring to look any further.

"Okay, then I'm going to cook." The venison has been put in to stew, which is just the time to make pancakes and steam them on top.

Mao Bai went out, Lang Rui poured her half a bowl of hot water, and then went out to do some work.

The horned deer was only half dismembered, and he still had to continue working on it.

Qiao Xin had nothing to do and was feeling very tired. She drank hot water and swallowed two more pills.

In fact, this medicine should be taken half an hour after meals. Qiao Xin didn't pay much attention to it, so she just took it casually. It would be difficult to live without being rough in the last days!

Once you have formed a habit, it is difficult to change it and you don’t want to change it.

Lang Rui was blessed with a sharp dagger. Before the meal, he cut out all the remaining venison and carried it into the cave to put it away.

Qiao Xin did not smell the smell of blood, but instead smelled the scent of grass!

She sniffed, "Why does this deer smell so good!"

"Well, level three exotic beasts. They like to eat a kind of herb in spring, so the meat is dyed with this fragrance."

A basket of bones and offal, a basket of venison, and an aluminum pot of deer blood.

The deer's blood was already frozen, and one of its horns was dug out.