Chapter 285 (1/2)

Perhaps there is no story of hanging beams and Spurs in the world. Zhou Han's stabbing stocks may be regarded as a precedent.

Blood overflowed from the thigh wound, soaked Zhou Han's whole trousers, and then dripped toward the ground, and the blood pool on the ground slowly expanded.

Even so, Zhou Han felt that the sleepiness became more and more serious, and the pain from his thigh wound was like a spark resisting the gale, which might be submerged at any time.

His eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open his eyes. His eyes narrowed into a gap. Zhou really wanted to close his eyes and sleep happily. Then he didn't have to worry about anything.

But the will deep in his mind has always reminded Zhou Han that he can't sleep and never close his eyes, or he may never have another chance.

Poof!

The strength of Zhou Han's hand increased a few points, and the tip of the meteorite pointed gun had already pierced Zhou Han's bone. With a little more force, the tip of the gun could be penetrated into the bone.

The intense pain just made Zhou Han's spirit vibrate a little, and then the sleepiness of the sky wrapped Zhou Han again, wrapped up any part of his body, all the cells in his body, and every cell was extremely sleepy.

”The soul of tears!” Zhou hanqiang cheered himself up and yelled at the soul of tears that still ate with relish.

”What's the matter?” The soul of tears looked at Zhou Han's tired appearance and knew that it was the exclusion of tears, but it was just the will in the tears. Now it has been separated, and it has no way to help Zhou Han.

”Go to the kitchen and get me some salt, or spirits.” Zhou Han is almost exhausted the last bit of strength, sleepy even hard to speak.

”Well.” The spirit of tears ran to the kitchen, and soon brought a jar of salt, but the liquor was not found.

”What do you want salt for?” The soul of tears asked Zhou Han.

”On my wound!” Zhou Han insisted.

”Oh Hearing this, the soul of tears suddenly poured the salt to Zhou Han's thigh wound. It's a newly formed will, and doesn't understand what it means to sprinkle salt on a wound.

”Ah...”

The sharp pain from the wound made Zhou Han couldn't help but scream bitterly. Even his whole body was shaking violently. His muscles were tight, his face was blue and his eyes were almost protruding.

Such intense pain, finally dry from the body of the thick tired, Zhou Han's insistence changed to hold on from the thigh wound of the sharp pain, and fatigue, slowly began to weaken.

”Sacrifice, am I past the peak of rejection?” Feeling the relief of weariness, Zhou Han inquired in his mind.

”Yes, you have passed the peak of rejection.” Sacrifice spirit way, ”really did not see, you can even think of in the wound sprinkle salt this move.”

”Offering sacrifices to the spirits is just a drop of tears, and it is diluted. The rejection reaction is so strong. In the future, when I coagulate the demon body, the rejection reaction must be very huge, and the auxiliary things needed must be very difficult to do?” Zhou Han has already guessed this.

”Just a tear? You don't think what kind of monster this tear comes from. Qinglong's tears can be refined by themselves within a few months. The rejection reaction must be extremely fierce. The auxiliary thing needs to help you resist the rejection of the introduction when the demon body coagulates, that is, to resist your fatigue. Of course, it is extremely precious and can be found in polar regions Sacrifice to the spirit.

”What is a polar place?” Zhou Han asked.

”It means hopelessness, such as the barren desert, the birds but the weak water, and so on.” Sacrifice to the spirit.

”In the desert where no grass grows, I can still understand what the weak water is that the birds are not floating Zhou Han asked in doubt.

”It means that water with very high density and heavy weight has a very strong gravity. When a bird flies over a weak water, it will be directly sucked into the weak water and drown. The feather does not float. It means that nothing can float on the weak water. As long as it falls into the weak water, it will sink directly.” Sacrifice to the spirit.

”And water like this?” Zhou Han was very surprised. It was so evil.

”This world is very big, many things you have not seen, does not mean there is No. Weak water is so terrible, but there are still creatures growing in it. ” Sacrifice to the spirit.

”What is the auxiliary in the weak water? ”Zhou Han frowned. The weak water problem is so difficult, I'm afraid the creatures inside will be more difficult to deal with.

”The blood of the Dragon growing in the weak water.” Sacrifice spirit way, ”after all, your lead comes from Qinglong, so you must use these very advanced things to assist.”

”It's hard to get it?” Zhou Han's eyes widened. Jiaolong was regarded as the king of the aquarium. To get its blood was to seek death.