Buzz ~!

As Xiao Ling swallowed the spirit beast life-extending pill, the scratches that were scratched by the mirrored body of Xiao Ling's body and the obvious injuries on her claws were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even the injured and bald hair grew one by one.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yiran was amazed and kept praising the miraculous effect of this spirit beast's life-extending pill.

After a short while, Xiaoling's injuries recovered as before, and even the traces of injuries left after the mysterious battle with the chair disappeared without a trace.

"The effect of the Spirit Beast Life-Extension Pill is indeed worthy of the exchange of ten spirit beads."

Zhao Yiran said a little excited.

"This time the evolution of the little spirit, my own spiritual sea has also changed, and there is more spiritual power that can be stored!"

Zhao Yiran took Xiao Ling away while walking, feeling the spiritual sea between his eyebrows.

At this time, under Zhao Yiran's experience, the spiritual sea had about two spiritual power storage spaces the size of a fist.

"In addition to the expansion and double of the Spirit Sea, it's..."

Zhao Yiran felt a sense of power all over his body.

At this time, there was only a little spiritual power stored in the spiritual sea, just the spiritual power supplemented by eating hamburgers before.

This feeling of "weakness" in the spiritual sea made Zhao Yiran feel bitter in his mouth and his belly kept making a "prompt" sound.

But he is still full of strength, which gives people a strange sense of gratitude.

But it really happened to Zhao Yiran.

Crack ~!

As Zhao Yiran raised his arm and twisted his neck, the joints on his body made crisp sounds.

It was like a powerful machine was revived.

"At present, the two evolutions of Xiao Ling have a very standard boundary for the improvement of my spiritual sea's strength, but there is no accurate standard for the improvement of physical fitness!

It seems that after you go back in a while, you have to carefully evaluate your own strength!

Well, to be precise, it should be the maximum limit of my physical fitness at present..."

Zhao Yiran held up the fist as big as a sandbag, felt the power attached to it, and muttered in a low voice.

He licked his dry lips, touched his shriveled belly, turned on his cell phone, and Zhao Yiran called Didi Taxi Service.

Otherwise, he would feel that he would not be able to get out of this Linjiang District...

...

"Young man, how many days have you not eaten?"

He looked at Zhao Yiran's taxi driver through the rearview mirror and asked with a grin.

At this time, Zhao Yiran was holding more than ten steaming pancakes in his hand and was "biting" hard.

The little spirit lying on Zhao Yiran looked at his master "innocently" and rolled up his tongue.

The pancakes were bought at a roadside stall when Zhao Yiran came out of Linjiang District.

No matter what is delicious or not, Zhao Yiran just wants to replenish his spiritual power.

"Mmmmm~! Driver, please stop at the roasted sweet potato stall in front of me. I want to buy something to eat."

Zhao Yiran wiped out the pancakes like a wind storm. Feeling the spiritual sea that slowly recovered its spiritual power, Zhao Yiran was still unsatisfied.

However, at this moment, through the car window, Zhao Yiran looked at the steaming roasted sweet potato tricycle not far ahead.

Roasted sweet potatoes?

No matter what it is, this is the second stall selling food that Zhao Yiran saw in Linjiang District besides the pancake stall.

If it weren't for the fact that the old lady selling pancakes had no pancake batter, Zhao Yiran would have to buy 180 pancakes...

"Okay! I said, young man, it's a pity that you don't eat for food!"

The driver said with ease and pulled over to stop.

Along the way, he heard Zhao Yiran's stomach roaring a lot in the car.

Hearing the driver's words, Zhao Yiran smiled and said nothing, his eyes were fixed on the steaming roasted sweet potatoes not far ahead.

...

"Hey, this puppy is so spiritual!"

He glanced at Zhao Yiran who got off the car and Xiaoling who was following behind, and the taxi driver patted the steering wheel and exclaimed.

At the same time, I thought to myself: Where did I buy this dog? I'll ask later, I'll buy one too. What kind of breed is this? Why have I never seen it before?

...

"Uncle, how much does it cost to roast sweet potatoes?"

After getting off the taxi, Zhao Yiran quickly stepped forward, sniffed the fragrance of sweet potatoes, and asked.

Xiaoling on the side seemed to be attracted by the fragrance of the sweet potato, and kept rolling her tongue, as if she wanted to roll the fragrance in the air into her stomach.

The old man who roasted sweet potatoes was wearing a loophole and had burnt marks on his cuffs. He was sitting on the horse's note holding his arms and smoking a cigarette, with a sad look on his face.

Hearing someone asking for the price, the old man hurriedly put out the cigarette butts and stood up, saying with a smile: "Fifteen yuan per pound, young man, don't think that my roasted sweet potatoes are expensive, these are the best red honey potatoes, they are all grown by their own home, so sweet."

After talking, the old man opened the tricycle in front of him and was carrying a grill drawer on the cylinder about fifty or sixty centimeters, and took out a piece of sweet potato with honey.

Without saying a word, he broke it apart and handed it to Zhao Yiran.

"Young man, try it first, try it first."

The old man smiled.

Zhao Yiran originally wanted to shirk something, but because the old man pushed the steaming roasted sweet potatoes in front of him, Zhao Yiran took them over.

Zhao Yiran was thrilled at the old man's actions: There are not many people who are so honest these days, but fifteen yuan per pound is really expensive, so let's taste it first.

Zhao Yiran often eats roasted sweet potatoes, but they are sold in chain stores around the school.

The price sold in the chain store is the same as the price sold on the street by the old man, and it is also fifteen yuan per catty.

Of course, maybe as the old man said, he is red honey potato, the best.

Red honey potato? Although Zhao Yiran doesn’t understand these varieties, he just listens to the name and feels sweet in his mouth.

What Zhao Yiran didn't know was that since the old man who roasted sweet potatoes started his stall in the morning, he had not sold a piece of roasted sweet potatoes. When someone passed by, he asked about the price and looked at his tricycle, he shook his head and left.

This time, the old man also saw that there were free tastings on the truck selling fruits not far away, so he followed suit.

...

Zhao Yiran put the hot sweet potatoes in his hand into his mouth and looked at the old man and the "oven" on the tricycle.

There is still dry and cracked mud on the cylinder.

Obviously, the ‘equipment’ for roasting sweet potatoes was made by the old man himself.

However, this does not affect the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes emitted in the cylinder.

Zhao Yiran is not that picky either.

However, when the hot sweet potato was just as it was as hot as its mouth, Zhao Yiran suddenly noticed something was wrong and his eyes suddenly stopped.

Sweetness is the first taste, followed by lubrication.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Yiran felt the spiritual sea tremble, as if it was ignited.

As the sweet potato was completely swallowed into his belly, Zhao Yiran felt an excitement all over his body, which directly guided his eyebrows and soul.

Huhu~!

Huhu~!

Zhao Yiran exhaled deeply, looking like he was enjoying himself.

A small tuft of spiritual power in his belly swirled and rushed straight into the spiritual sea of ​​eyebrows, churning in the spiritual sea.

After about ten seconds, the feeling completely disappeared.

"This sweet potato..."

Zhao Yiran looked at the old man roasting sweet potatoes in surprise. Without hesitation, hesitated, and without caring about the hot potatoes, he swallowed the remaining sweet potatoes into his mouth.
Chapter completed!