coobybook Chapter 582 Offering Fish 18
Chapter 582 Offering Fish 18
Along with the howling of the flames, a few petals, as if ravaged by a violent storm, fluttered and fell into Lin Jiu's hands.
Lin Jiu looked at the petals in his hand, feeling both amused and helpless. These were petals that had been cultivated for thousands of years, yet how could they be torn off in Sima Jiao's hands like cabbage?
Looking at Sima Jiao again, he seemed to have no intention of stopping. His hand reached out to the blood-clotting flower again, and it seemed that several more petals were about to be killed by his vicious hand.
Lin Jiu's eyelids twitched suddenly. She quickly stretched out one hand and tightly hugged the petals that she had finally obtained. With the other hand, she grabbed Sima Jiao's arm as fast as lightning.
"Jiaojiao, that's enough! There's really no need to pull anymore!" Lin Jiu's voice was filled with anxiety. He had heard that this blood-clotting flower was grown by the blood of the Sima family. Now that Sima Jiao was the only one left in the Sima family, didn't that mean that the blood-clotting flower in front of him was grown by Sima Jiao's blood?!
She muttered to herself that although her cultivation level was not as good as Sima Jiao's, it was still pretty good.
After all, she has only been practicing for more than 20 years, and her Chaos Pearl space is not a vegetarian. The training room inside has a time flow rate. If we really talk about the years of practice, Lin Jiu feels that she is not much different from Sima Jiao, and may even be better.
Moreover, although this blood-condensing flower can improve one's cultivation, there are many natural treasures in her space that are comparable to or even better than the blood-condensing flower, so she is not short of these flowers.
When Sima Jiao heard Lin Jiu's cry, he slowly lowered his eyes and stared at Lin Jiu's slightly anxious smile.
His fingers moved slightly, as if trying to break free from Lin Jiu's hand, but in the end he did not move, just quietly letting Lin Jiu hold his hand.
It seemed that he listened to Lin Jiu's words and finally stopped abusing the Blood Congealing Flower.
Seeing this, the spiritual fire, which had been shrunk by Sima Jiao's stream of water, jumped in anger.
"Sima Jiao, you despicable and shameless villain!" Linghuo roared in rage. "It's fine that you're trying to please your woman, but you're actually using me as a springboard. Do you think you can get rid of me this way? It's simply wishful thinking! I'm telling you, as long as the Linghuo doesn't go out, your Sima clan will never be free! This is your fate, so just accept it, Sima Jiao... Ah!"
Before Linghuo could finish his words, he suddenly let out a shrill scream.
It turned out that when it was cursing, Lin Jiu mercilessly used a water ball technique to directly cover the spiritual fire.
The water ball continuously gushed out water. Even if some of it was evaporated by the spiritual fire, new water would soon be replenished.
Wrapped in this water ball, the spiritual fire was trapped tightly, unable to escape, and could only struggle continuously.
The water in the water ball was undoubtedly a huge torture to the spiritual fire, causing it considerable damage.
Lin Jiu really didn't want to pay attention to this little flame. She thought to herself, no wonder Sima Jiao would just pour water on it. This little flame had such a bad habit of talking too much, who else should he pour water on if not him?
What does it mean to accept your fate? Does it mean to accept your fate and become a blood slave?
Lin Jiu turned around, her face full of concern for Sima Jiao. She softly comforted him, "Jiaojiao, please don't listen to this little flame's nonsense. The idea of accepting your fate is simply ridiculous! Those who cultivate immortality are supposed to defy fate and change it. How can you accept your fate? Your destiny is in your own hands!"
Sima Jiao looked at Lin Jiu quietly. Seeing Lin Jiu's concerned and worried look, his originally cold face gradually softened and the corners of his mouth curled up.
He had heard Linghuo say this a lot. Accept his fate? How could he accept his fate? Thinking of his dead clansmen and everything he had suffered over the years, Sima Jiao's eyes were dark and deep.