A green tent blocked out the sun's rays.
The tent was the same color as the sand.
It was set up on the edge of a continuous sand dune.
At first glance, it looked exactly the same as the surrounding sand dunes.
In the tent, Di Hao looked at his mother who was busy around him and still couldn't believe it.
"Come on, shut your mouth, don't act like you haven't seen the world."
Gu Xijiu tapped her son on the head with her finger, pricked the last thorn on his body, and then wiped the painful sweat from his forehead.
Also wiped off.
She was obviously very good at treating this, and the medicine almost cured the disease.
After pulling out the thorn and applying her medicine, most of the bone-gnawing pain disappeared.
Pink Candle Dragon had the most thorns on its body, like a hedgehog, but it didn't dare to come over when it saw Gu Xijiu.
It huddled in a corner and looked at her, with wariness in its eyes.
When Gu Xijiu's eyes turned to it, it shrank.
"Mother, please treat it as well.
It is here to save your son," Di Hao begged.
"Don't worry, mother will treat it."
Gu Xijiu patted her son's shoulder: "Hao'er, you need to warm up your soul first.
Mother will treat it before I talk to you."
"Okay."
Although Di Hao had a lot to ask his mother, he also knew that there was still a tough battle to be fought.
The more he could recover, the less dangerous he would be.
Fenzhulong looked at Gu Xijiu with his round eyes, and when he saw her approaching him, he stepped back.
"Xiaofen, don't be afraid.
This is my mother, not the demon who made the desert temperature plummet.
She will not harm you, she will only save you."
Di Hao spoke in a low voice to appease it.
"But they seem to look almost exactly the same."
"They just look similar, not the same person."
"Well, you're right.
She doesn't have demonic energy, and her kung fu isn't as good as that one, but she looks very comfortable."
Fen Zhulong's eyes purred as he looked Gu Xijiu up and down.
Naturally, the man and the beast conversed in Zhulong language.
Fen Zhulong felt that the woman in front of him must not understand, so he spoke a little unscrupulously.
Gu Xijiu touched its head, flicked the small lantern on top of it, and flicked it with her little finger as if she was blessed.
Fen Zhulong suddenly stiffened and looked up at her.
Gu Xijiu touched its eyelids with her fingers: "It still has double eyelids, it's very beautiful."
Her fingers were soft, and Fen Zhulong's heart seemed to be hit hard by something.
He looked at her as if his soul was out of his body.
He vaguely felt that this situation seemed familiar, and felt an inexplicable sense of closeness in his heart.
It was originally very afraid of the woman in white, and was quite wary of Gu Xijiu, who had the same appearance as the woman in white.
However, after being rubbed by Gu Xijiu twice, the fear in its heart magically disappeared and it wanted to get close to her.
Before it even figured out what to do, it had already placed the small lantern above its head, lowered its head and rubbed it against her palm.
After rubbing it, it was stunned for a moment, vaguely remembering that this action seemed to have been done frequently.
Gu Xijiu's heart felt slightly warmed by it.
She also had a lot of questions in her heart that she wanted to answer.
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While she was removing the thorns from Pink Candle Dragon, she asked it: "There is one that looks exactly like me.
How long have you been here?"
She asked a series of questions, and Fen Zhulong's eyes were as wide as eggs: "You know Zhulong language":