The Reborn King of Hell loves farming

"Boom—" Consciousness was in a trance, the bicycle lost control, and it directly hit the gate of his own house. Wei Yang also leaned forward inertially. Fortunately, it was a 24-model women's bicycle without a front bar.After stepping on the ground, he stabilized his body.

It's just that when the foot was on the pedal, the heel was caught by the edge of the pedal. It was probably broken, and a piercing pain was transmitted from the back of the foot to the forehead in an instant, and its owner almost didn't jump up. .

"Hiss, it hurts so much!" Wei Yang gasped a few times before he calmed down a bit.

Damn!What kind of thing is this? As the King of Hades, he can still be overwhelmed by bad luck.Doesn't it make people laugh out loud when they say it?

He pulled up his trousers and looked, oh, there was blood.Who the hell has him sadly reminded?Wei Yang really wanted to cry for himself.

I knew this...

Money is hard to buy, I knew it earlier.When he just came out of the vegetable market to play handsome, he didn't expect that half of his body's strength would be used up because of that big move.Furthermore, shortly after leaving the vegetable market, the physical problem became serious.

Of course, Wei Yang also knows that the main reason may be that the place where he went to buy chickens just now is a place where animals are slaughtered all the year round, and the resentment of animals gathers too much, and his body happens to be in a sluggish state, so he just ' bully' him up.

Taking out the key to the gate, Wei Yang quickly pulled the bicycle through the small door on the gate and threw it aside while he was sober from the pain in his ankle.He picked up the chicken in the snakeskin bag and went to the kitchen.

The sweat on his forehead seemed to be getting more and more, Wei Yang reached out and touched it, but didn't care.In fact, if there is a mirror at this moment, he must be able to see his pale face like those white-faced ghosts in hell.

He wanted to take out a bowl from the cupboard to catch the chicken blood, but he gave up after taking out the bowl twice in a row and dropping it on the ground because of shaking hands.Fortunately, there was an iron scoop on the chopping board that was usually used to scoop water, so Wei Yang simply used the scoop to catch the chicken blood.

In his last life, he lived for more than 30 years. Wei Yang had killed fish, frogs in the fields, and rats that stole food, but he had never killed chickens.

Before the thirteenth, it was not his turn to kill chickens, not to mention that the adoptive father was willing to do it for him, even if the adoptive mother was born as a self-reliant peasant girl, she was merciless.

After the age of 13, if you want to eat chicken, you can buy it at the vegetable market.There is no chance to kill chickens.

Of course, Wei Yang is not thinking too much at the moment, the increasingly obvious top-heavy, and the cold stimulation in his body from time to time, let him subconsciously urge himself to do it quickly, the guilt of killing a chicken?Have it?

Wei Yang killed the rooster first, and he impatiently threw the hen into the portable space when he entered the kitchen.In the current situation, he can't stew chicken.

The big red rooster has always been very fierce. Even if he was honest all the way before, he is about to become a dead soul at the moment, and he still has to struggle for his life once.At least give the person who wants to kill it a few mouths.

Unfortunately, Wei Yang, a novice chicken killer, was pecked several times on the arm by the big rooster.

Anyway, the ankle was covered with blood, and it was nothing to be pecked by the rooster's beak a few times. After a few "hissing" sounds from his mouth, Wei Yang did not relax his grip on the rooster's wings at all.Instead, he gritted his teeth and cut off the chicken's neck with force.

Immediately, a surge of bright red blood sprayed out from the rooster's neck, spraying Wei Yang's face.

Wei Yang was stunned for a moment, his head was poured with hot chicken blood and couldn't be more sober.Seeing chicken blood spilled all over the ground, he quickly dragged the iron ladle over to continue.

In the end, the iron ladle on the chopping board received chicken blood that occupied one-third of the iron ladle.

Wei Yang thought in a trance, it seems that the foster mother didn't have so much blood when she killed the chicken before?

who cares?Facing the chicken blood that was still emitting heat, Wei Yang casually threw the big red rooster into the space.

kindness?By the way, do you want to drink this chicken blood?Or just wipe it off.

drink?

Wei Yang held his breath and tried it. Although he finally swallowed a mouthful, the feeling of wanting to spit out his stomach made him not want to try it a second time.

Frowning, Wei Yang didn't know what to think, and as soon as Wei Yang raised his hand, he poured a spoonful of chicken blood from the top of his head.

"Hmm..." The feeling of hot soup was transmitted from the Tianling acupoint on the top of the head to the whole brain.

Wei Yang felt that his head felt much more comfortable in an instant.I couldn't help but let out a comfortable groan.

Immediately, he ignored the appearance of the murder scene in the kitchen and went to the big room.

"It's really useful!" Wei Yang happily felt the heat from his stomach when he opened the door of his big room. This heat made the coldness that was still rubbing against his pores wave after wave calm down. Quite a lot.

Plus the warmth of the top of your head.Wei Yang felt that if he could absorb all the blood energy, his body would definitely recover.

In fact, it was exactly as Wei Yang thought. When he was sitting on his bed, according to the exercises inherited from the soul, he guided the yang blood energy coiling around his body and walked around his body. The coldness in his body was gone.

After cutting off the cold air outside his body, Wei Yang calmed down and began to slowly force out the cold air already in his body.

Wei Yang's current body is only 13 years old, Yuan Yang has not leaked, and it is still a special body that can easily use the technique of Yin and Yang. was forced out.Although there are some blockages in the meridians from time to time.But in the end it didn't affect the overall situation.

After all, where the meridian is blocked, if it can block him, it can also block Yin Qi, right?The bad thing is these blocked meridians, if he wants to be stronger in the future, or build a golden body, he must get through them one by one.

Can't get through?Ah!Let alone practicing kung fu, a normal person whose meridians are blocked is a sign of frailty, but his soul is stronger than his body now.I don't know when I might die from a sudden illness.

"Ugh, hiss!" Wei Yang, who was sitting quietly, suddenly let out a cry of pain, and immediately had to let go of the Zhiyang blood energy that he wanted to absorb into his body.

"What's going on?" Wei Yang opened his eyes, with a puzzled look on his face, and at the same time, he didn't easily rub his arms, waist, and legs vigorously with his hands.To relieve the tingling pain in the meridians just now due to the absorption of Zhiyang Qi.

Just why can't he absorb the yang energy?Wei Yang couldn't figure it out, obviously those yang qi are good for his body?And it stands to reason that after his soul is strengthened, his body should have been tempered once when he was reborn. Even if he can't do the marrow washing essence, at least the meridians should be strengthened, right?Otherwise, his body would definitely not be able to withstand his own soul.

But just now?

Wei Yang suddenly thought of an answer, an answer he couldn't accept anyway.

Fuck!Could it be that his body is so fragile that he can't even absorb a little yang energy?Then he still cultivates the golden body of a fart?If he only sees a ghost once in the future, then he might as well die.

"Bump—" The door of the bedroom was slammed hard, startling Wei Yang who was sitting on the bed and meditating.

Looking over at Xunsheng, Wei Yang was startled: Someone came to his house?He seemed to remember that the door of his house was closed, right?

Is it off?Wei Yang couldn't remember.

"That naughty little bastard must be in this room." A mean and angry voice of an old lady suddenly sounded outside the door. "Old six, Xiaohui, you bumped into me. When my mother finds that little bastard, she must strip him? That bastard who is going to die, bastard, if you don't close the door when you sleep, aren't you just letting thieves come in and steal you?" Is it yours? It belongs to my mother."

"Mom." A young woman's voice sounded again, "What are you talking about stealing? I don't think it's because that little bastard took it out and sold it by himself?"

"Sell? Then why didn't you sell the color TV?"

"Color TV? Color TV must be something that little bastard wants to watch?"

"..." There was silence in the room, everyone was probably waiting for the old lady's response, and sure enough, after a while, the old lady started arguing again, "Whether it is or not, if I don't kill him today, I will take his surname? Hit, why are you still standing there? Could it be that you are waiting for me, an old woman, to knock on the door, and you pick up ready-made ones?"

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☆, there are ghosts