Chapter 338: 338: Gu Scripture (2)_1
The little girl squatted in front of a collection of bottles and jars, her small hands grabbing a few bugs, grinding herbs, and mixing them into so kind of poison, which she then fed to the bugs. Afterward, during the Gu refining process, she found that her success rate had indeed increased substantially, and she beca even more relentlessly devoted to her diligent research.
Shen Qiuyang had been there for quite so ti, but the little girl was so intensely focused on her Gu Refinent that she hadn’t noticed his presence at all. It wasn’t until later, when Shen Qiuyang looked up toward the cave’s entrance, that he saw the sun shining brightly and realized it was already noon.
"This isn’t good, you need to eat on ti no matter how busy you are, otherwise, it’s harmful to your body."
"Ah, you’re here? When did you co?"
Shen Qiuyang: "..." I’ve been here for half the day, but you were too busy with Gu Refinent to notice .
Shen Qiuyang hoped the little girl would put down the bottles and jars for a while, but though she humd in agreent, she imdiately turned her head back and dove into the major task of Gu Refinent.
Shen Qiuyang was speechless. She sighed and eventually set up pots and pans outside the cave to make a pot of soup.
After making lunch, she returned to the cave to pull out the little girl, whose eyes were shining brightly. The girl seed to have been starving since last night, not having consud a drop of water nor gotten any sleep.
At that mont, the little girl was disheveled, looking like a madwoman, but the only thing about her that were lively were her large eyes, babbling as if they could talk.
"Just wait for , Xiao Hua is about to evolve! If nothing unexpected happens this ti, will she transform from a flower butterfly into a black butterfly?"
Shen Qiuyang curved her lips and, with great patience and an extrely gentle voice, said, "Do you believe that if you don’t eat and keep starving, I will make a pot of butterfly soup later? I’ve never eaten a butterfly in my life. What do you think, do butterflies taste good?"
Dong Huiying: "..."
Suddenly feeling timid, what should she do?
In the end, under Shen Qiuyang’s firm persuasion, she rapidly gulped down a bowl of soup and imdiately rushed back into the cave.
Shen Qiuyang once again realized that when the little girl was obsessed with Gu Refinent, her concentration was incredibly intense, and that in such cases, no matter how much Shen Qiuyang argued, it was to no avail.
After dark, Shen Qiuyang sighed and returned to her little wooden hut on the mountain.
In the following month, the situation remained the sa.
Every day, Shen Qiuyang, like a nagging mother, would go to Dong Huiying’s cave and cook als for the little girl.
At first, she managed to briefly divert the little girl’s attention, forcing her to pause her grand task of Gu Refinent, but as ti went on, the little girl beca completely consud. Whenever Shen Qiuyang approached, she waved her little hand dismissively as if swatting away an annoying fly.
Gradually, Shen Qiuyang grew wiser. After cooking, she took the spoon and chopsticks, holding the bowl, and began to feed the little girl bite by bite.
On this day, it was getting dark.
Shen Qiuyang saw that the little girl was squatting in a corner, engrossed in studying the Gu refining technique. She hadn’t bathed in over a month, and she reeked, but was oblivious to it herself. Shen Qiuyang could keep an eye on her during the day, but what about at night?
She would go an entire night hungry, and even if als were prepared for her, she wouldn’t rember to eat. What’s worse, there were few tis when she would even take a break to rest, and the dark circles under her eyes were deepening. Her small fra had grown much thinner lately.
This couldn’t go on!
Shen Qiuyang suddenly spoke up, "Co with ."
"Huh?" She responded dumbly, holding a plump white worm in her small hand.
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