Ying Li has been a commander of a country for so many years, but of course he is not only muscular. No matter how worried he is about this situation, he will not show it openly, but his face quickly replied calmly, and said with a smile: "Old, young You don't need to take care of this injury at that time, and you can continue to fight. Now I don't have the energy if I don't lie down for a few days."
Qin Yi said casually, "The lifespan of a demon is much longer than that of a human, right? I don't think handsome eagle is too old."
Ying Li said: "There are many kinds of demons, like the door bar that I turned into a demon, there is no root to speak of, cultivation is very difficult, perhaps this life is hopeless to condense pills. After hundreds of years, it will eventually degenerate and degenerate. It has become a door bar without spiritual energy. At this time, it is tantamount to being dead... The door bar itself can only be regarded as its corpse."
Qin Yi was just talking casually, but he didn't expect Ying Li to really explain things to him, and he couldn't help thinking about this topic in his heart. He can't control whether the bar is dead or not, what he thinks of is clear tea.
For tea leaves like Qing tea, senior sister also said that her cultivation was difficult, and Asgard only regarded her as a little maid, not even a disciple when she made the book.
Even the big-headed boys who turned into pine trees at the entrance may have a better future than clear tea, because they are complete creatures, much better than a piece of tea. What's more, a pine tree rooted in the soil can grow for countless years, as long as it does not suffer any natural and man-made disasters, it will not die. Clear tea is not enough...
Could it not be long before she turns into a piece of tea again
This is absolutely unbearable, and we must find a way in the future...
Ying Li is continuing to say: "A goshawk like me is somewhat similar to yours, the lifespan is limited by the body, and it is as long as it should be. It is nothing more than the increase in lifespan due to the improvement of cultivation, and it is not necessarily comparable under the same cultivation. You have a long life. And I am more than 800 years old this year, I am afraid there is not much room for improvement. "
Ying Li should be on the sixth or seventh floor of Condensation Core? It took eight hundred years to cultivate to this level, which is a bit slow... Qin Yi can't say he is slow, because he is already the strongest under one person in Bai Kingdom, and there are thousands of monsters slower than him. , the difficulty of practice is evident.
"Three veins are unified, after the unification of the demon city, the situation is much better, and Ying Shuai will definitely be able to break through." Ye Ling spoke on her shoulder: "Now everyone's cultivation speed is much faster than before, Ying Shuai is here. It is really powerful to be able to condense pills under the previous conditions, and now it is even more of a problem."
"Yes." The Eagle Commander bowed respectfully and slightly: "The great king is very talented, and by uniting the demon city, we will have the possibility of revival. If it was as great as the past, even a condensed pill would never be the same. Being able to shrink Kunpeng for shelter, linger on, and never get out."
"It's fine if you don't go out." Ye Ling raised her head: "We have to protect the best Kun Kun in the world!"
Qin Yi almost threw her off his shoulders.
Yingli's cheeks also twitched twice, and he said earnestly: "Young master has been locked up many times by the king for the thought of not going out. Do you have no regrets at all?"
Ye Ling smiled apologetically: "If I want to be locked up, I have to wait for my brother to leave. I have to accompany my brother when he is here, so I can't be locked up."
Ying Li covered the wound and wanted to vomit blood.
Qin Yi held back his laughter, and suddenly realized that Ye Ling's bear-like appearance was very cute to him, but maybe to Cheng Cheng, he was really a bear child...
When you want her to be majestic, "slightly a little", and when you want her to hold her head and squat in defense, I am afraid that her head will be three times bigger when training this heir...
Ying Li took a few breaths, obviously knowing Ye Ling's virtue, so he didn't talk to the bear boy, and continued to Qin Yi: "The last one is the blood of the beast, like the young master, even if the blood of the snake is not Pure, she is already different from other monsters. Her practice will be very fast and her lifespan will be very long. But because she practiced too fast, there seems to be something wrong with her growth."
Qin Yi coughed twice and did not speak.
Ying Li continued: "So the bloodline of the demon race is the most fundamental and most important thing. You are amazing and brilliant, but even a local dog's bloodline can never swallow the moon. The bloodline of the king is no longer pure, and it has caused many problems over the years; The blood of the young master is not pure, which led to the king desperately trying to break into the secret realm of the remnant soul of the snake, just to try to complete her. The king's injury and today's chaos all stem from this."
Qin Yi squinted his eyes, finally knowing what Ying Li was trying to say.
Ye Ling's virtue is obviously difficult to convince the crowd, and the king locked by the loyalty of the demons is still Cheng Cheng, and he also recognizes Cheng Cheng's descendants. In Ying Li's heart, guarding against him Qin Yi may be more serious than guarding against any great enemy.
To be honest, although this is aimed at himself, the starting point is still worthy of respect. Qin Yi does not feel hostile to this, and there is no need to argue with others. On the contrary, he is not very comfortable with this kind of bloodline theory. This is still a difference in education received since childhood. Of course, the situation of the demon clan may indeed require bloodline, and he has no position to argue.
Qin Yi was silent for a moment, then sighed slightly: "Why should I worry about the commander Ying, I just went to the Yaocheng to cultivate, at least I can be considered a friend of the Yaocheng, is it because the commander Ying doesn't want to recognize it?"
Ying Li was also silent for a while, his expression a little complicated: "You are more than just a friend of the demon city, this time you saved the life of the king, and you saved the entire demon city. If it has nothing to do with blood, you want my life to vent your anger, I will also Don't frown."
"What do I want your life for?" Qin Yi smiled, took out a bottle of medicinal pill and put it on the bedside: "My medicinal pill may not be better than the pill of the demon city, but it can be regarded as a useful supplement. Ying Shuai is good Rest, there is still time to be side by side in the future."
After He Yeling left Yingli Mansion, Qin Yi was still a little silent. In fact, he didn't know what he was thinking, so he was a little empty.
Ye Ling said on her shoulder, "I don't know what the Ying Shuai is struggling with, it's so strange."
Qin Yi thought Ye Ling didn't understand, so he smiled: "You don't understand, it's fine, you don't need to understand."
Ye Ling said: "I don't understand, if my brother wants to be with Master, why must he have a baby, can't he not?"
Qin Yi stumbled, and Ye Ling on his shoulder was finally thrown away. He flapped his wings twice in the air, and hung in front of Qin Yi and cried, "If my brother wants a baby, he won't want me..."
Qin Yi really wanted to slap his forehead again, so let's forget about autism.
With a mess of wool in his head, Qin Yi pulled Ye Ling, who was crying, back to the palace. When I entered the East Palace, I wanted to close myself even more. There wasn't even a chair in this hall. The strange sound was floating, the echo stone was squatting, and the sand sculpture was guarding the door. Ye Ling sat on the ground when she got home, looking at Qin Yi aggrievedly.
"Where's the chair?"
Ye Ling pursed her lips: "Brother used to watch me crawling all over the floor, but now I want a chair..."
You don't want a chair, I want it! Qin Yi didn't say that, instead he tried to persuade him from a different angle: "Ye Ling, do you feel any discomfort when you lie on your stomach all day?"
"No, lying on your stomach is the most comfortable." Ye Ling turned over and turned into a large shape.
"..." Blue veins appeared on Qin Yi's forehead, and he continued to persuade him: "Do you think that what you lack compared to your master is just flattened by lying on your stomach?"
Ye Ling raised her head sharply.
There was never a chair in the East Palace, so there was an extra row of chairs.
Ye Ling began to consider whether or not to change her practice posture. She sat next to her and thought, very distressed.
Qin Yi didn't sit on a chair. He stood in the garden outside the hall, looking at the location of the Hanxiang Hall from a distance, emptying his head and not knowing what he was thinking.
Another light rain fell, intertwined in the mid-air of the palace, like a dream like smoke.
Hanxiang Hall opened the door, and a stunning woman walked out slowly, wearing a white robe with a gold ring and bare feet under her skirt.
The two looked at each other across the rain screen, and after a long time Qin Yi said, "Have you left?"
"Going out." Cheng Cheng Mei said, teasingly: "Sir, this is a great achievement, how do you want this king to reward him?"
"There is nothing to reward." Qin Yi calmly said: "There is a dumb girl Cheng Cheng in Jinxiufang in the east of the city. I wonder if she has gone back?"
"If Mister goes, she must be there." Cheng Cheng said lightly: "Mister, you might as well take a look at it, in this demon city, the world is splendid."