108 looked in the direction of the white horse. In his eyes, the sunlight-like color appeared once again.
The half-lying white horse suddenly trembled slightly. Ever since this fellow saw 108 swallow the black iron, it had an inexplicable fear of 108. Although after this period of interaction, according to its wisdom, it already understood that 108 was a harmless person, the inexplicable fear in its heart could not be eliminated.
At this moment, after seeing 108's other magical ability, its eyes began to flicker.
Very quickly, 108 withdrew his gaze and said in a calm voice, "It's heavily injured, but its recovery speed is also very fast. At most half a month, it will be able to recover to its original state."
"Half a month, huh." He Yiming nodded slightly with a gratified expression, but in his heart, he thought to himself, 'Let alone half a month, even if it doesn't recover in half a year, it has nothing to do with me.'
Baozhu jumped up and down for a while, then circled around the white horse a few times. Suddenly, it stood up and tilted its head. One of its front hooves mimicked a human's, supporting its chin as if it was thinking about something.
He Yiming's gaze looked in its direction and could not help but laugh loudly. Hundred and Eight turned his head, and a faint smile seemed to flash across his face that had never changed in ten thousand years.
However, Baozhu turned a deaf ear to this. After a long time, it seemed to have made up its mind.
Baozhu jumped a few times and came in front of He Yiming. It made a bow, and its small body revealed a sense of seriousness.
He Yiming, 108, and the white horse were all puzzled. They did not understand what Baozhu was doing.
However, it was the first time that Baozhu made such a serious gesture to He Yiming.
Scratching his head, He Yiming felt regretful for the first time that he could not understand Baozhu's words. He Yiming reached out and picked up Baozhu. He said in a low voice, "Baozhu, do you want my help?"
Baozhu's mouth suddenly cracked open. Even an idiot could see the joy on its face.
He Yiming smiled happily and reached out to pinch its long nose. Baozhu snorted a few times in protest, then looked at him with a pair of clear eyes.
Seeing Treasure Pig's appearance, He Yiming's heart was overjoyed. He nodded heavily and said, "No matter what it is, I'll promise you."
After being with Baozhu for so long, he had gained countless benefits from Baozhu's hands.
Nine Dragon Furnace, Dragon Snake Horn, treasure map.
Apart from the treasure map that hid something unknown, the other two treasures could be said to be priceless.
Now that Baozhu had made the first request, He Yiming would do anything for it, no matter if it was a pot of oil or a sea of fire.
The smile on Baozhu's face grew wider. For a pig to be able to express such emotions, Baozhu was definitely one of a kind in the world.
It jumped down from He Yiming's arms and then made gestures on the ground.
It drew a circle in front of it with its two front hooves and hit the ground with its head a few times. Then it ran to the white horse's side and affectionately touched the white horse with its long nose.
He Yiming widened his eyes. After a while, he saw Baozhu staring at him blankly. He asked in surprise, "That's it?"
Baozhu nodded vigorously. He Yiming turned his head with a puzzled expression and asked, "Brother Bai, what does Baozhu mean?"
108's eyes flashed with a strange light. Finally, he said, "It says it wants to treat the white horse to grilled fish and wants you to catch it."
"Plop …"
The Treasure Pig that was originally very pleased with itself staggered and finally fell head first onto the ground.
Then it jumped up and bounced around 108, humming.
He Yiming became more and more suspicious. He asked, "Brother Bai, why is that?"
"Baozhu knows that I guessed right, so it's very happy."
"Happy?" He Yiming looked at Baozhu, who was grimacing and showing an expression that said 'go to hell'. He really couldn't see how it was happy.
He Yiming shook his head and finally gave up the idea of asking 108.
He was indeed very capable. It could even be said that he had an immortal body. But it would be difficult for him to guess the meaning of Baozhu's actions even if he was given ten thousand years.
He Yiming strode forward and grabbed Baozhu by the neck and lifted it up.
Out of the corner of his eye, He Yiming coincidentally met the white horse's gaze.
Before today, he and the white horse didn't have much of a friendship. Even if they looked at each other, the expression in their eyes was indifferent, as if they were looking at a stranger.
However, at this moment, He Yiming suddenly realized that there seemed to be some strange changes in the way the white horse looked at him.
He actually saw a trace of reverence in those big bright eyes.
He Yiming was surprised. What did he do to make the white horse feel this way?
Suddenly, he realized that other than looking at him, the white horse's eyes were also staring at Baozhu. It seemed that it was very inconceivable that he had lifted Baozhu up.
His heart suddenly stirred. He Yiming had long known that Treasure Pig's origins were mysterious and unfathomable. Could it be that this white horse actually knew a little of the truth?
Of course, this thought had just surfaced in He Yiming's mind when he tossed it aside.
He Yiming put Baozhu in front of him and said seriously, "Little guy, what do you want to say? Speak properly."
Baozhu's face suddenly showed an extremely distressed expression. He Yiming's one word of "speak" made it so worried that its hair turned white. Of course, it was originally a pulsatilla, but it wasn't whiter.
Finally, Baozhu's eyes lit up. It stretched its nose and arched in front of He Yiming's chest.
Feeling a few things rolling in front of his chest, He Yiming seemed to have understood something.
He took out a few things hanging in front of his chest. The white stone, 108's tracker, and the silver ring.
Baozhu's eyes flashed with excitement. After seeing the white stone, even the white horse that was half lying down weakly widened its eyes. Its beautiful big eyes blinked. If it wasn't for its gray and black hair, it would have been able to fully display its charm.
He Yiming smiled. It turned out that Baozhu wanted to give the white horse an energy stone. With the help of the energy in the white stone, the speed of the white horse's recovery would be several times faster.
He Yiming picked up the white stone and said, "Take it."
Since Baozhu was so generous, he certainly wouldn't be stingy.
However, unexpectedly, Baozhu shook its head silently. It seemed to be disdainful of this thing.
He Yiming was really puzzled this time. He was about to ask, but saw that Baozhu had already arched its long nose in front of the silver ring.
"Do you want me to open this?" He Yiming asked.
Baozhu nodded repeatedly. There was a trace of obvious expectation in its eyes.
He Yiming hesitated for a moment, but still injected his Genuine Qi into it. Slowly, a space of nothingness suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
In this space, there were many things, weapons, medicines, secret books, treasures of heaven and earth, and even a large bag of seasonings.
However, since Baozhu wanted to open this space, what it wanted must be extremely precious.
Sure enough, Baozhu looked around for a moment. Its small eyes suddenly locked firmly on a large pile of things in a corner.
He Yiming fixed his eyes on it and was secretly shocked. What Baozhu was staring at was actually the Dragon-Snake Horn that he had cut into pieces.
"Baozhu, you want the Dragon-Snake Horn?"
Baozhu immediately nodded again and again.
Looking at Baozhu's serious eyes, He Yiming immediately made a decision. Although the Dragon-Snake Horn was extremely precious, this thing was stolen from the Dragon-Snake Nest by Baozhu at the risk of his life. Even if he was tempted by wealth, he absolutely couldn't be greedy.
Reaching in, He Yiming took out a section.
Baozhu's face was full of joy, but it still shook its head. He Yiming frowned, took out another section, and turned to look at Baozhu.
After three times, He Yiming already had four sections of the Dragon-Snake Horn in his hands. At this point, Baozhu nodded with satisfaction.
Then, it jumped away and ran toward the white horse.
He Yiming noticed that the white horse's big eyes had unknowingly turned into copper bells, firmly locked on the Dragon-Snake Horn in his hand.
With a wry smile, He Yiming had understood Baozhu's meaning.
Although he was reluctant, he didn't have any intention of going back on his word. He waved to Baozhu and wanted to hand over the Dragon-Snake Horn.
However, Baozhu stepped back a few steps and shook its small head desperately.
He Yiming looked at it inexplicably, but heard 108 say, "Baozhu wants you to feed it to the white horse."
He Yiming's heart moved, and an absurd idea suddenly flashed in his mind. But from the corner of his eyes, he saw Baozhu's smile.
After pondering for a moment, He Yiming came to the white horse with the Dragon-Snake Horn and squatted down in front of it.
He looked at the white horse quietly, and the expression in his eyes was also very calm. There was no pity, no joy, and no hatred.
The white horse and He Yiming's eyes met, and the man and the beast quietly looked at each other.
Baozhu jumped on the side, humming a few times from time to time.
After an unknown period of time, the white horse finally lowered its eyes, opened its mouth, stretched out its tongue, and licked the Dragon-Snake Horn in He Yiming's hand.
Its movements were very fast, and in a short while, all four Dragon-Snake Horns were swallowed up.
He Yiming was just about to withdraw his hand, but he saw the white horse's tongue continue to lick his empty palm.
He Yiming's heart suddenly soared in a very intimate feeling. He subconsciously stretched out his arm and rubbed the white horse's neck slightly.
Both sides carefully interacted with each other and slowly let down their guard. They could see the sincere friendliness in each other's eyes.
However, the white horse's body suddenly trembled, and it began to twitch violently.
He Yiming stared at it, tongue-tied. He suddenly thought of something.
The Dragon-Snake Horn was where the essence of the Dragon-Snake Blood Essence lay.
If Spirit Beasts consumed it, they would have the chance to break through their limits and ascend to a higher level!
His somewhat sluggish gaze once again fell on the white horse.
At this moment, its body was still twitching non-stop, but there were also traces of faint purple light emitting from its body …
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