Chapter 100: Brain Hurt
After the bathtub was filled with water, Feng Ling's hand had felt much better. I don't know if it was my illusion, but I always felt that the palm of my hand was not as red and swollen as before.
"Congcong, why do I feel like my hand seems to be a little better?" Because it was really only a little better, Feng Ling was not sure.
Congcong, who originally didn't dare to make any noise to disturb his host because his host was injured, was startled when he heard Feng Ling suddenly calling him.
After reacting, he quickly replied: *The host's spiritual power limit is above 200, and there are two mid-level spirit beasts whose support is incomparable to that of ordinary people. *
Listening to Congcong's cautious tone and his answer that didn't get to the point at all, Feng Ling didn't know whether to remain silent first...
After using the simple medical kit in the room to treat the burn on the palm of her hand, Feng Ling continued to look at the bathtub containing the star fragments.
After touching it with her hand, she found that the originally cold water had become warm. While changing the water, Feng Ling carefully touched the white silk ball and found that the hard silk ball became a little soft due to the heat.
"If this goes on, won't it still be hot tomorrow?" Thinking this, Feng Ling put the hotel's iron tray underneath and then began to tear the silk ball with his uninjured hand.
As the slightly warm and soft sphere was torn open, there was actually some hot sand inside. Fortunately, the water was cold enough, so Feng Ling was not burned again.
The bag originally used to hold the star sand had long been burned. As the sand was cleaned up bit by bit, Feng Ling finally saw the true appearance of the star fragments.
In the bathtub full of water, there are several red threads swimming on an uneven stone, like living things.
"Is this thing alive?" Feng Ling couldn't help but blurt out as she looked at these bright and vibrant colors.
Congcong: “…”
*Host, have you never seen charcoal burning?* Cong Cong now suspects that the host was not burned on the palm of his hand, but on his brain.
It turns out that the entire star fragment is burning, no wonder it can heat the water in the entire bathtub...
After Feng Ling had arranged everything, she remembered that she did not inform Ruanmianmian when she left.
After opening the chat interface and sending a message to Ruanmianmian saying that she had returned to the hotel, Feng Ling made the summoning seal with some difficulty.
“Yinyin!”
"pea!"
Although they were dormant in the spiritual space, Baodie and Baozhong could still sense that their beastmaster was injured. As soon as they were summoned, they rushed to Fengling's side.
"I'm fine, I'm much better now." Feng Ling said as she stretched out her uninjured hand and touched Baodie and Baozhong's heads one by one.
At this time, Ruanmianmian also sent a message, saying that someone had just found a star fragment and started to grab it! Fortunately, he was far away and nothing happened.
Later, someone called the police, and since they couldn't decide who the star fragments belonged to, they decided to go back to the police station to ask Alarm Bell...
After finishing the chat with Ruanmianmian, Fengling found that Baodie and Baozhong were still around her, looking at her with concern.
"It's really okay. I'm much better now." Feng Ling said, showing her injured hand and placing it in front of them.
"pea!"
Baozhong looked at the palm of his hand that was a little blurred by the burn, and when he wanted to stretch out his vine, he was grabbed by Baodie.
“Yinyin!”
Can't touch!
Baodie still remembers that when she participated in the competition, she was fighting against a fire-type spirit beast. When her own beastmaster took her for treatment, he summoned her back to the spiritual space and did not touch her at all.
Later, I learned that my own beastmaster did this to prevent me from getting hurt again.
"Pea~"
After hearing this, Baozhong immediately retracted the vine he had just stretched out. Fengling didn't expect that Baodie could connect to the current affairs of the freshman competition.
Seeing that Baozhong was a little overwhelmed, Fengling comforted him, "It's okay, Baodie, Baozhong doesn't know that's why he's like this."
After thinking for a moment, he added, "We still have to get along well with each other in the future. We will train together in the future."
"Yinyin."
Suddenly, Baodie said she wanted to train her skills, and then she pulled Baozhong beside her and started walking towards the living room.
Seeing Baodie and Baozhong walking out of the bathroom, Fengling felt a little relieved. If the relationship between the spirit beasts is not good, the beastmaster will be caught in the middle and it will be difficult for him to live.
Feng Ling didn't want the spirit beasts, whose attributes she had contracted with to be incompatible, to be fine, but instead to cause discord among the spirit beasts because of other things.
Baodie, who said she was going for training, pulled Baozhong to the corner of the room and talked about her experience competing with the Beast Tamer, and how she suspected that the main reason the Beast Tamer got hurt this time was because the two of them were not strong enough.
"pea!"
Baozhong was shocked!
……
Ouran High School.
in the dormitory.
"What, you want to learn healing skills?" After returning to school, Feng Ling was directly surprised by Baozhong who was preparing to train skills in the room.
Thinking of his injured hand, he asked tentatively, "Are you saying that you want to learn it because I hurt you?"
"pea!"
Even though Bao didn't know what happened yesterday, he was still very panicked when he saw his own beastmaster was injured.
At this time, Baodie told it that the grass type can learn healing skills. When it was injured before, it was the Beastmaster who took it to find someone to treat it, so it remembered it clearly.
Although she knew that it was most likely what she thought, Feng Ling was still very moved after getting the definite answer.
"Then let me see what skills are more suitable for you to practice." He said with what he thought was an unusually peaceful smile.
"Cong Cong, healing skills are generally difficult to learn." In Feng Ling's impression, there is no such thing as basic healing skills.
It seems that the host's brain that was burned yesterday has recovered. Cong Cong is relieved and does not forget to answer Feng Ling's question: *Yes, host, healing skills are generally mid-level skills. *
After thinking about it, Fengling decided to go to the forum first to see what healing skills there are, and then choose a suitable treasure type from them, and finally think about practicing the skills.
[Which grass-type healing skills are useful? 】
Because there are few posts of too specific type, Fengling chose to directly post a new post.
After sending the post, Fengling looked up and saw Baozhong and Baodie were seriously training their skills.
Feng Ling didn't pay attention to Baodie's words, but Baozhong's condition was obviously a little abnormal. Although he had received skill training in the past, this was the first time he had seen such meticulous training.