In Xiu'er's room, Xiu'er and the little black dog were staring at each other, each worrying.

At this moment, Xiu'er tried every means to feed the little black dog, including changing bones, meat, and soup, but the little black dog just stuck its neck and refused to eat. Even though Xiu'er fed the little black dog

I picked him up and put his mouth in front of the food. The little black dog also closed his mouth tightly and refused to open it.

"Little dog, why are you so stubborn? You are a little dog, not a little donkey!" Xiu'er sat on the small bench, resting her chin on her knees, while reaching out and gently stroking the little black dog.

head, and said with a sad face.

The little black dog felt even more sad.

At this moment, the little black dog really wanted to show his true colors, look up to the sky and howl, shouting out all the pain in his heart.

Doesn’t it mean that the two parties who have signed a soul contract will have the same understanding?

Why doesn’t the young lady in front of me know what she is thinking?

Of course, I don’t know what this young lady is thinking.

However, isn’t it already obvious what this young lady is thinking?

For an entire hour, this young lady tried every possible way to get herself to eat, but also hugged and pressed her to the ground to get her to lie down in the little doghouse she had prepared for her.

I am a Sirius!

If you eat these things or lie down in that puppy's den, how can you still be a human being... a wolf?

"Little dog, why don't you lie down in the kennel for a while? It's such a cold day..." Xiu'er stretched out her hands again, trying to hug the little black dog into the kennel.

At this moment, Yang Hao's voice sounded outside the door: "Sister Xiu'er."

Xiu'er quickly stood up and walked towards the door, saying, "Hey, young master!"

"Sister Xiuer, where is Xiaohei?" Yang Hao had finished washing, changed his clothes, and felt refreshed.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?!" Xiu'er's cheeks were already red. She glanced at Yang Hao and immediately said in shock.

Only an hour had passed, but Yang Hao's eye sockets were already sunken and he looked a little tired.

"Young Master, are you sick?" Xiu'er asked nervously.

"Ah? No, no! Sister Xiuer, where is Xiaohei?" Yang Hao answered and asked again.

The little black dog had already staggered to the door.

Yang Hao glanced at the little black dog and saw that the little black dog's eyes were full of resentment. He smiled secretly in his heart and said to Xiu'er: "Sister Xiu'er, there is no need to feed the little black dog for the time being. Just let him sleep outside at night."

When the little black dog heard Yang Hao's words, he immediately felt like hearing the voice of a fairy and almost burst into tears.

"Ah?" Xiu'er was stunned, but Yang Hao had already turned around and walked outside.

"Young Master, are you really okay?" Xiu'er took a few steps forward and was about to catch up with Yang Hao, but Yang Hao had already stopped and turned around and said to Xiu'er, "Sister Xiu'er, you're really okay."

Immediately, Yang Hao added: "Xiao Hei is not an ordinary puppy. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Little black dog: "..."

What do you mean by not being an ordinary puppy? Aren’t ordinary puppies also puppies?

Back in the room, Yang Hao walked into the quiet room in a flash, and then entered the sea of ​​consciousness with his body.

"Little bald head!" Yang Hao shouted.

"Here we come." As soon as Yang Hao finished speaking, the little bald head appeared in front of him along with Xiaoluozi and Yaya.

Without saying a word, Yang Hao threw out a lot of questions like he was pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.

"Slow down, slow down! You have so many questions, my brain is dizzy. Come on one by one." The little bald head rubbed his eyebrows and said.

"What exactly is that space? It's so magical!" Yang Hao asked.

"Didn't I tell you, it's a great place." The little bald head said with a smile.

"Isn't it the same as if you didn't say anything?" Yang Hao complained.

"As long as you know it's a good place." Normally, whenever Yang Hao complains, he will probably get a slap or a blank stare from the little bald head. But at this moment, the little bald head seems to be in a good mood and has no reaction to Yang Hao's complaints.

.

"How long can I practice in there at one time?" Seeing that the little bald head refused to say more, Yang Hao stopped asking. Because experience told him that as long as the little bald head didn't want to talk about something, no matter how much he asked, it would be in vain. Asking too many questions

If you do it, you might get beaten.

"A month." The little bald man said.

"What if I stay inside all day? I mean, I stay inside for twelve hours outside." Yang Hao asked.

"Are you sure? You are not doing your job properly?" the little bald man asked.

"Don't I want to know more about it?" Yang Hao said.

"You can stay in there for up to three hours a day now," said the little bald head.

"Now? What about the future?" Yang Hao captured the subtext in the little bald man's words.

"Let's talk about the future in the future." The little bald man said perfunctorily, and then said: "You idiot Yang, you said it yourself, you practice two hours a day, don't cheat!"

"Little bald man, don't worry! I will never cheat!" Yang Hao said decisively.

The practice just now was very effective. Yang Hao is already thinking about how to squeeze out three hours a day to practice in the future.

If you don't make full use of such a magical space, wouldn't it be a waste of resources?

"Little Baldhead, I've been here for twenty-seven days, why don't I need to eat or sleep?" Yang Hao asked.

"Is this a place for you to eat, drink, and relieve yourself?" the little bald man said scornfully.

"Then why do I feel thirsty and hungry? Look at me like this, as if I have been hungry for hundreds of years." Yang Hao then asked. Just after returning to the room, he drank a large pot of water.

After he finished changing, he looked in the mirror and saw the sunken eye sockets, which shocked himself.

"Don't worry, if you practice here, you won't starve to death, you idiot. You sweat too much today, you'll be fine in the future." The little bald head said.

"You won't feel thirsty or hungry in the future?" Yang Hao said happily.

"You'll get used to it in the future." The little bald head said with a smile.

Yang Hao: "..."

"Can other people come in here to practice?" Yang Hao thought of a very important question.

"What are you thinking about?" The little bald head immediately glared and scolded: "Young fool, don't forget what I told you!"

"Understood! Understood! You can't tell anyone what happens here." Yang Hao was a little disappointed.

Since you can't tell anyone the secret of the Consciousness Sea, you can't bring anyone else in either.

"It's not possible now. Let's wait until the future." The little bald man said a little loosely.

"Is it possible in the future? That's great!" Yang Hao said happily.

"It's still early in the future! Yang fool, you really need to hurry up and practice." The little bald man said seriously.

"Definitely! Definitely!" Yang Hao said quickly.

After that, Yang Hao looked at the small stove and said, "How come the small stove is so powerful all of a sudden? It can even make treasure pills?"

The little stove jumped a few times proudly.

"What is this? The small stove is..." The little bald man said halfway, then he changed his mind and said, "Young idiot Yang, remember, the higher your cultivation level, the more beneficial it will be to the small stove."

"Definitely! Definitely!" Yang Hao expressed his stance hurriedly.

"Can I go practice with that god-transforming monk?" Yang Hao said, feeling that his cultivation level had improved greatly.

"Let's practice for another year," said the little bald head.

"Ah? It will take so long?" Yang Hao said.

"Here for a year." The little bald man said.

"Okay!" Yang Hao decided that starting from tomorrow, he would spend three hours every day practicing. In this case, four days would be a year.

"Um, little bald man, can the little furnace refine the elixir for dad's leg injury now?" Yang Hao asked nervously.

"You can practice now." Yang Haofang felt happy in his heart, but the little bald man continued: "However, there is still something missing."

"Ah?" Yang Hao was immediately disappointed.

"Young idiot Yang, I can tell you that the inventory of the small stove is limited. You will need to get the spiritual materials for refining many elixirs in the future." The little bald head said.

"I understand." Yang Hao nodded.

This is also what it should be.

Regarding the journey of Alchemy, although Little Baldy said that Yang Hao did not need to worry about it, he made it clear to Yang Hao that he would need to find a lot of spiritual materials for Xiao Luo in the future.

"Where to find it?" Yang Hao then asked.

"I'll tell you when the time comes." Little Baldy said, but he was thinking about when to take Xiao Luo and Yaya out to search first.

"Little bald man, there is a question that I can't figure out." Yang Hao said.

"Why do you have so many questions?" The little bald man was a little impatient.
To be continued...