C14

Lang Yan suddenly came to a realization. It was only after he and the little guy had unexpectedly slaughtered all the two-headed minions that he had no choice but to personally act.

Bing Bing looked at the little fellow who was still unconscious, and then looked back at Lang Yan, revealing a look of relief, "I really can't stop worrying about this kid. When I got to the place and saw that the spiritual medicines from the heaven and earth had attracted a large number of savage beasts and humans, I immediately rushed back without taking any action, but I was still a step too late.

If it weren't for the fact that you risked your life to save him, that dog thief would have been able to do it. He is already weak, and even if I had arrived a moment earlier, without you treating him first, he would have died from excessive blood loss.

Hearing this, the white cub in his arms moaned twice, then extended its tongue to lick the back of Lang Yan's hand. He gently caressed the cub's little head, shaking his head, saying, "It's just a coincidence, Xiao San and I liked this kid, we didn't think too much and attacked. We don't dare to be Aunt Bing!"

Aunt Bing smiled gently and said nothing more. She turned around and walked to a gap in the wooden wall. Her voice came from afar, "You guys stay here for now. I'll go get some food and water. When you guys recover, no matter where your original destinations are, I'll take you guys myself!"

Without waiting for Lang Yan to reply, his figure had already moved further and further away until he disappeared.

With his and the little guy's original speed, it would take them at least two years to walk out of the Savage Forest. If they could get Aunt Bing to escort them and with her status as the Beast King, it would greatly shorten the time he needed to come out of the Forest and find Mother and the rest.

Without further ado, Lang Yan returned to the little fellow's side and raised the cub in his arms in front of his eyes. He placed his forehead on the cub's little head, looked into its young and tender eyes and said, "How about I give you a name? Otherwise, I really don't know how to call you! "

The little guy innocently blinked his eyes, stuck out his tongue and licked Lang Yan's nose, making him laugh out loud and say, "You're an Ice Flame Winged Tiger, just call you Little Tiger!"

He placed the tiger cub beside the little fellow and laid it down on the ground. As he looked at the little fellow's frail body, he suddenly thought of something.

Since he had obtained the primordial power source in the wasteland world, he could clearly sense that his only food, the Desolate Fruit, contained a dense primal energy. Since he had obtained the primordial power source in the wasteland world, he could clearly sense that his only food, the Desolate Fruit, contained a rich primal energy.

Auntie Bing said that Little Tiger was born weak, so would the Desolate Fruit be able to nourish his body?

The day before he and the little fellow left the Wasteland World, he went out to plunder the last Desolate Fruit. Currently, he still had around a dozen Desolate Fruit in his storage bag; he reached into his leather bag at his waist to retrieve a Desolate Fruit and handed it over to Little Tiger.

When it sensed the aura that made it tremble in fear and yet had a fatal temptation, it stood up and took a few steps back abruptly. Its eyes revealed an expression of longing and fear, and it stared fixedly at the Desolate Fruit in Lang Yan's hands, unwilling to let it go.

When Lang Yan saw this, he gawked and pondered for a moment. Then, he placed the Desolate Fruit in his storage bag and took out another ordinary wild fruit that he had plucked from the Savage Forest. He held it in his hand and muttered to himself.

Seeing that the Desolate Fruit had been replaced by an ordinary fruit, the little tiger immediately ran over. It held the belt on Lang Yan's waist in its little mouth, and while staring at him, it let out a low growl.

He saw Xiaohu's eager expression, he did not know if this Desolate Fruit could strengthen and strengthen the body, but at least it was beneficial for him. What he was considering was that just now, in addition to Xiaohu's desire, there was also his extreme fear, could his weak little body withstand the chaos energy from the entire Desolate Fruit? In order to be safe, Lang Yan decided to give it a try.

Currently, the primordial chaos in his sea of consciousness no longer had the shape of a whirlpool, and could no longer absorb or spit out any energy, but controlling it was still fine. Lang Yan extracted an extremely small part of the blood and flesh that had not completely fused with the primordial chaos energy, slowly pouring it into the ordinary fruit in his hand, and then handing it over to the little tiger in his bosom, carefully observing it.

The look in Little Tiger's eyes became brighter, and the longing and fear in his eyes appeared again, but his fear had clearly decreased a lot. He sniffed around, and raised his head to look at Wolf Rock, and seeing Wolf Rock smiling and nodding in encouragement, Little Tiger opened his little mouth and swallowed the fruit.

Lang Yan looked carefully, and saw that Little Tiger's eyes were closed, and his body was trembling slightly, as if he was extremely uncomfortable. He felt his heart rise, and luckily Little Tiger did not have any further reactions to pain; after waiting a long time and seeing that nothing happened, Lang Yan let out a light breath, relaxed his mind, and carried Little Tiger to the side of the little guy to lie down, thinking back to himself.

The first thing he needed to do now was to restore the Essence of Primal Chaos in his Sea of Consciousness as soon as possible.

Without recovering the swirl, he couldn't use it to absorb the natural power and gush out atoms. In this way, he would have to use the breathing technique taught by Abba as well as the breathing technique to cultivate, which was unbearable to Lang Yan, who had experienced the swirl absorbing the natural power anytime and anywhere by himself.

He closed his eyes to meditate, and his mind probed into his sea of consciousness to sense the unresponsive ball of air in front of him. After pondering for a long time, he decided to try the method of obtaining the source energy again in the Desolate Lake.

He gathered his thoughts and carefully probed into the center of the air mass. Seeing that there was no reaction, he was relieved. He slowly exerted his thoughts and started drawing circles from right to left.

Two laps, three laps... When he reached the seventh circle, the previously motionless gray sphere quivered slightly, slowly moving along with his thoughts. Lang Yan was overjoyed. He focused even more on controlling his thoughts and the degree of reaction of the mass of air to adjust the speed of the circle.

Gradually, the waving of the thoughts became more and more urgent, the rotation of the air mass also became faster. Several tens of breaths later, the air mass hummed and shrunk to the size of a pigeon egg, and then once again became a miniature whirlpool; Lang Yan didn't dare to relax as his thoughts continued to work together with the whirlpool until it reached the balance of its rotation. Then, he slowly withdrew his thoughts from the meditative state.

When he felt the surrounding spiritual energy slowly enter his body through the pores of his body again, he was completely relieved. Although the absorption speed was much slower than before, as long as he could absorb the energy, the source could continuously decompose it into atoms to strengthen himself. Sooner or later, he would be able to recover or even surpass his original speed.

In just a short while, Lang Yan's entire body had already been drenched in sweat, more than half of his sense of thought had been drained, and his mind was extremely tired.