<strong>Chapter 344 Dragon Marrow Makes the Arm Regrow</strong>


    In the steaming pool, the little girl Ze Yitong is naked. Her whole body is soaked in hot spring water except her small head and some parts of the shoulders.


    Lin Luoran is holding a small bowl half full of ck liquid in her hand. The liquid is gleaming with a touch of golden pink light when she stirs it.


    “Ajia, can it really cure my arm?” Ze Yitong’s eyes flicker. She swallows the saliva in her mouth.


    In half a year, the wound on her broken arm has healed long ago, leaving hyperstic flesh that is not good-looking at all. The pink flesh makes the wound look kind of horrible.


    Ze Yitong has watched it for so long, so she has been used to it. What makes Ze Yitong drool is the medicine Lin Luoran is brewing. The strange smell makes people salivate. Is such a thing really for healing?


    Lin Luoran feels the power of the medicine andughs, “Little foodie, it is definitely used to treat injuries. However, it’s gonna hurt. Can you hold it?”


    Ze Yitong nods violently. If she has to choose between temporary sharp pain and losing arm forever, she will definitely choose the former.


    Lin Luoran frightens her, “If you make any sudden movements, your arm will deviate. At that time, you may cry even harder.”


    Ze Yitong’s face wrinkles into a ball. When Lin Luoran sees that she finally stops moving, she applies the medicine to the wound of her broken arm carefully.


    The ck medical concoction shining gold is insoluble in water. But when it prates into Ze Yitong’s wound, it disappears in a blink. Lin Luoran carefully considers the dosage and then she puts away the remaining medicine.


    She is not stingy, but this spirit medicine is very precious.


    This dark thing is exactly the dragon marrow from the Dongting Dragon Pce. Dragons’ bodies are very powerful so the regeneration function of their marrow is naturally iparable. However, if someone wants to do things like “regrow an arm” with dragon marrow, ordinary cultivators can’t get these precious materials. As for mighty cultivators, they don’t even need this function. Besides, the dragon nationality is very powerful. For all the reasons above, the efficacy of dragon marrow is not widely known.


    Dragon marrow has an extraordinary regeneration function. Therefore, ordinary people like Ze Yitong could not even bear a little of it, if she had not fed with spirit rice and fruit provided by Lin Luoran to build up her body for half a year.


    Lin Luoran wants to use the remaining medicine on the little cultivator who lost his arm when besieging the Blood Linest time.


    Although the dragon marrow is precious, if it can make a girl like Ze Yitong smile again, it is totally worthwhile in Lin Luoran’s view.


    In the hot spring, Ze Yitong has begun to wiggle.


    The warm water in the pool makes her blood flow faster so the medicine works faster. It is time for Ze Yitong feeling the pain.


    A person’s arm, including the days when it develops in his mother’s body, will literally be shaped when his body is upright and mature. Regrowing Ze Yitong’s broken arm in a short time by dragon marrow will bring severe pain of cell division, which is enough to make this 12-year-old girl wander in hell.


    What a tough little girl! Lin Luoran has so muchpassion for her seeing that she is sweating but still gritting her teeth without a word.


    A gentle Wood Wakan is sent into Ze Yitong’s body, making the little girl fall asleep.


    Lin Luoran guesses she needs a few days to wake up. In such a tense moment, she shouldn’t be alone at all times. So Lin Luoran chooses to just sit by the spring.


    Vines are everywhere in the valley. She is so bored that she extracts all the fibers of the Wood. Such materials can definitely not stand Strange Fire if they are used in refining weapons.


    But now, they are perfect for testing Bolus Fire.


    Lin Luoran’s palm bursts forth a small me. Its four colors intertwined with each other closely, extremely beautiful.


    This is not the Fire Spell, but Bolus Fire which Lin Luoran gained after bearing Essence. This kind of soft fire, stable and longsting, is really the best kind of fire for making elixir and refining weapons.


    Fibers of vines turn into a pool of green water in Bolus Fire. Under the guidance of Lin Luoran’s fingers, thin and crystal silk threads are drawn out.


    It seems like a good idea to use these silk threads to make a dress as a gift for Ze Yitong’s regrown arm?


    ...


    Ze Yitong faintly remembers she had a long dream. In the dream, she wore gorgeous Tibetan clothes and jumped into her mom’s arms. Everyone cheered for her return and lit a bonfire. Themb was sizzling on the fire, making White Cloud really hungry and can’t help sneezing.


    She suddenly opens her eyes, only seeing the cave where she has lived for half a year.


    She doesn’t know how long she has been in the hot spring. Because of water vapor, Ze Yitong’s hair is very wet and against her ears, making her very ufortable. She reaches out and pushes back wisps of hair beside her ear. She suddenly freezes.


    The arm she stretched out is the arm that had been broken.


    Ze Yitong opens her eyes wide. Her right arm is intact at this time. Compared with before, there is no difference... No, there are differences... for example, the brown scar on her elbow which is left by a burn near the fire at the age of six now disappears. This is a brand-new arm!


    Ze Yitong isparing her two good arms, jumping happily in the hot spring pool.


    After jumping, she is tired and she discovers Lin Luoran is not here. Ze Yitong gets up from the hot spring pool and finds her old clothes missing.


    There is a new dress on the haystack. She picks it up and puts it in front of her body. It’s her size.


    Is it for her? This dress is too beautiful!


    Ze Yitong holds it in her hand. The fabric is smoother than silk. It’s green and its cuffs, cor, and the hem are iid with soft fur. The hem is decorated with numerous green round beads. Ze Yitong can’t recognize these beads are all jadeite carvings, but she knows pearls. Looking at the colorful pearl nes, Ze Yitong’s mouth is big enough to swallow an egg—mom always said sorry to her for not having enough money to give her the best Tibetan dress. If her mom Dun Zhu sees this dress, she will be ecstatic.


    Ze Yitong carefully puts on the dress.


    Well, it’s a bit thin, so it is a pity that she may not be able to wear it when she is out of the valley.


    The little girl is swayed by considerations of gain and loss. Out of the cave, she sees Lin Luoran standing in front of White Cloud, looking at her with a big smile.


    “Ajia...” she calls. Then her eyes turn red. Ze Yitong calls her Ajia, but she knows that Lin Luoran is not her actual “Ajia”. After getting her memory back, Lin Luoran is powerful enough to do everything, like a holy fairy in Snow Mountains. How can ordinary herders as them have any rtionship with her?


    However, why is Ajia still so good to her?


    Setting her broken arm for her, making her a coral ne, and giving her a nice Tibetan dress...


    Lin Luoran sees the tears in the little girl’s eyes. She crouches down tofort her, “A crying little girl is not beautiful. It’s cold outside the valley. Here, wear this hat.”


    This is an equally good-looking white hat with the red round coral beads mixed with green emeralds. Ze Yitong almost falls in love with it at a nce.


    “Are we going home?” Ze Yitong puts on the hat and beads hang down to her forehead. The little girl has benefited more than just regrowing a broken arm. The skin all over her body is refreshed, and now she looks not less than any city girl.


    “Yes, we go home.” Lin Luoran lifts her onto White Cloud and she also jumps on the horse.


    Go home. It is not only Ze Yitong who needs to go home, but herself, who has been away from home for a year, is also going back home.


    ...


    White Cloud is very fast, so theye down from Snow Mountains and cross the Silver Lake very soon. After crossing several grassy hills, Lin Luoran has already seen the familiar yurt.


    Dun Zhu is packing the forage. Hearing White Cloud’s hissing, she looks up. One nce is sufficient to make her tears flow down.


    Mother’s and daughter’s hearts are closely tied together. They haven’t seen each other for half a year. Now Ze Yitong’splexion is not what it used to be. She is in an extremely gorgeous Tibetan dress. Regardless of all these things, Dun Zhu still recognizes her at a nce. She is her daughter who has been missing for half a year!


    “Ze Yitong... Anar... ”


    Ze Yitong dismounts from the horse and rushes into Dun Zhu’s arms.


    Lin Luoran’s eyes be wet. “Anar”, she hasn’t heard this name for a long time.


    Life is an unstoppable journey. On the grasnd, she watches the sun rise and fall. When the wind blows, the grass bends, and then cattle and sheep appear. She can’t live this life forever, but she will always remember her days as “Anar”.


    Herding sheep, cutting grass, making Tibetan butter, joining in horse racing... they are an aria, worthy of being treasured by Lin Luoran forever.


    Speaking of home, she has another one on Naqu grasnd.


    Dun Zhu wipes her tears, “Safety is the most important thing. It’s the most important thing. Anar and Ze Yitong, you are finally back.”