Heroic Death System

“Builder, get me a pot of tea!” A disgraced practitioner lay on a stone table and shouted impassively to Jean.

As the reputation of the tea dormitories grew, the clientele began to call themselves “small building owners”.

“No worry-free tea is available today.” Say hello with a smile.

“What is it? ”

“Glowing tea. ”

“Then a pot of glowing tea.” The cultivators are depressed and don't care what kind of tea they drink.

For a moment, however, hot tea can be served.

The cultivator looked at the chrysanthemum blossoming in the tea, his indifferent face: “Is this the glowing tea? ”

“Yes, with a complimentary cucumber acetate. ”

A plate of heart-shaped crispy cucumbers appeared in front of the cultivator, accompanied by a wild daisy flower.

The fixer feels even more depressed. He came here to be relieved. This period of time was abandoned by his partner, bullied by the same door, and chilled by his master. Life was a shade. As a result, the ten-thousand points of harm were still inflicted on this foreign tea dormitory, which was regarded by many practitioners as the "Bay of Mind”.

“Flowers and waters are red, all sorts of leisure, and there is no complaining about the east wind.” As the cultivators read their grievances in shadow, they tasted their tea in loneliness.

One mouthful of throat, lingering bitterness; two bellies, aromatic nostrils; three breaths of moisture, natural rhythm.

The fixer's dim eyes suddenly flashed a bright light, the dark face was bright and bright, his body was spiritually flowing, and his veins were clear. The whole person looks radiant under the double comfort of daisy and cucumber.

Owner, you're such a good man! This tea house is truly the harbor of the soul of our cultivators!

“Small building owner, please bring us a pot of good tea.” In the tea dorm, a few more servants of the wind and dust walked into the modifier.

“Okay, I'll be right there. ”

As the number of visitors grows, the quiet tea dormitories become more lively. Each person holds a cup of chrysanthemum tea, eats a sour cucumber, and looks radiant and intoxicated.

The slaughter in the bamboo tower stood by the window, watching Sangkou travel quietly in the courtyard to greet tea and friends who had come a long way.

Why are these unidentified people serving the little mushrooms so deliciously? Drinking and laughing.

The cold light in Yan's eyes is brisk, and his heart is filled with the desire to kill, it seems that a voice is constantly shouting: kill, kill, kill!

Yan's body glistened, leaping down the window, and the murderous landed in the courtyard.

Everyone's back was cold and vigilant, while looking in the direction of Yan's slaughter. This man is rich and handsome, dusty, a pair of deep eyes like infinite heaven and earth, the world in his eyes like an ant.

Everyone in this room has more than a master of Yuan Baby Years, but in front of him, he can't produce a single force of resistance, its strength and trembling.

There was a strange silence in the yard, as if it had been customized and even the air was clogging.

“Deer.” At this moment, a voice of purity broke the silence of death in the courtyard.

Yan's dark eyes filled with starting point fluctuations, the light flowed, the intense killing intent disappeared in a moment, killing the divine seconds to become adorable children.

The audience sighed in relief and the oil gave rise to a feeling of seeing the sun again.

“What's the matter?” Shan can walk to Yan and hand him a cucumber.

Yan chuckled and gnawed at the cucumber, thinking seriously, couldn't think of what he was going to do, so he mumbled, "They were too noisy. ”

All those present were not deaf and bright generations. Hearing the words, they wiped a cold sweat. I just thought they were too noisy. I thought he was going to start killing.

“Go to the backyard and let the rabbit help you grow mushrooms. ”

“Rabbits only eat, they don't grow.” Yan complained dissatisfied.

“You teach it. ”

“How could it have been so stupid to learn?” Growing mushrooms is a highly technical activity.

Shanko: Heh.

The two men gradually moved away, leaving behind a group of fixers who had just turned around from the ghost gate and did not know themselves. They were curious about the identity of the yanks and began to discuss it enthusiastically. Only this time the subconscious lowered his voice and was afraid to quarrel with the master.

Yan Yan disappeared for decades, and those who had seen him at that time were either dead or closed for serious injuries. Most of the rookies in the cultivation world are only famous for not knowing their people.

As for Shanko, as a demon, he can't hide his masterful eyes. But in the killing of Yu Wei, today the cultivators are extraordinarily polite to demon cultivation. Yan's partner is a demon repair, and anyone who harms demon repair is the primary target of his assassination. Although he has disappeared for decades, no one dares try.

In any case, the men they had just met were frightened to death by the wind. And the owner of the small building who poured them tea was the source of the century-old turmoil in the world of repair.

At the end of the day, enjoy his daily mushroom soup as usual.

Yan was sitting next to Sangkou, playing with his big mushroom the moment before, then suddenly turned his head and asked, “Little mushroom, why are you opening a tea dorm? ”

It took him a few seconds to adjust to his changing face, and he replied: "In the mountains, opening a tea dorm can increase some popularity. ”

“People are disgusting. Who knows if they'll make it worse in the dark?” The tone of Yan's slaughter is gloomy and his eyes are bright.

“Though the heart of prevention is indispensable, we cannot escape eternally, and only by strengthening ourselves can we stand undefeated.” Sang can hold Yan by his side, looking up and laughing, "I promise you, mind your own business, do not mess with the right, feel comfortable in seclusion. ”

Yan shouted coldly.

“And you?” Can you promise not to slay me? “she asked. ”

The Yan slaughter was silent.

“Though thou hast endless life, thou hast killed too much sin, and thou shalt be condemned. I did everything I could to get back to you, not to see your soul scatter. ”

Yan buried his head in his neck and felt his warm breath, whispering, "No, absolutely not. ”

Except for eternity. Even if the heavens and the earth are not acceptable, he must remain with this man.

“Let's practice!” Yan suddenly raised his head and glanced.

Someone ruined the atmosphere! I'm not fixing it tonight!

You can turn your back and go to sleep if you want to wash.

Yan came over and whispered softly in his ear: "Are you going to go backwards today? ”

The touch of fire comes from the bottom - the ambiguous aura haunts the ear.

Thinking about the less-than-satisfactory cultivation that day, there is some hesitation, what if he gets another refinement along the way?

Yen did not give him time to think about it. Through the moisture of warm water, he slowly squeezed in from the back, pushed forward a little bit, suddenly pushed into the middle, swallowed the whole.

“... no, didn't you say practice?” You can support your hands by the pool and withstand attacks from the rear.

“Warm up first. ”

Surface oscillations, trigger layer waves, open a pool of spring - color...

This Yan slaughter did not have the finesse, until the end of the moon was reached, to start helping Shang can cultivate.

It can quickly be settled with the divine nourishment of Yan, with no sense of the outside world.

After not knowing how long, the body suddenly felt wobbly during practice, followed by a wave of familiar pleasure-sensition. It is at a critical juncture, so it is not out of place and let the surge of heat submerge itself.

Wake up on the afternoon of the third day. Unconsciously, he entered two days. Full of spirituality and breath, it has suddenly crossed two boundaries, smoothly passed through the chemistry period to reach the medium term of condensation.

“I upgraded!” Yet you can embrace the slaughter.

I don't know what the little mushroom is happy about, but it doesn't prevent the yam from happily following.

“I made you something delicious today.” Jean could kiss him in the mouth, then put on his clothes and run out of the room, not paying any attention to the killing and turning into a child molester.

Yan Jiao touched his lips with excess heat and remembered the “bad things" he had done to the little mushroom a while back, couldn't help but hug his big mushroom pillow hey hey silly smile.

Easy and comfortable days pass, as cultivation improves, you can start to refine more advanced tea drinks and dishes, depending on the effect, gradually divided into several types of nourishment, condensation, exorcism, travel and so on. Tourism is the rarest of them all, allowing people to experience a higher level of realm in illusions.

The state of affairs determines the evolutionary potential of the cultivator. Much of the stagnation of many practitioners is due to insufficient boundaries to break through bottlenecks. Breaking through bottlenecks is not easy to understand if they experience a higher realm for themselves.

When the tourist land first appeared, people didn't care, just when the owner of the small building had developed something new, the price was the same.

Someone ordered a piece with a taste of fresh psychology, and whoever had just eaten it went into the illusion unconsciously. The others around him suddenly couldn't move like a wooden carving, and thought there was something wrong with the food, it was almost a scene.

As a result, only half an hour later, the original sitting fixer, suddenly burst out a grand spirit, full of energy, surprising power, blinking, actually advanced from the post-heartbeat stage to the pre-Kindan stage.

The cultivator was foolish at the time, and the audience was foolish.

“Ha, ha, I'm out of my mind!” The Fixer is full of truth, “I have been in this realm for ten years! I didn't expect to break through today! Hahaha! ”

The cultivator was so excited, he laughed a few times. Even the silver forgot to stay, he rushed out of the tea dorm excitedly and went home to give good news.

The cultivators in the tea dormitory are all squeamish, there has not been a breakthrough in ten years, just sit for an hour and break through?

After a moment of silence, someone finally realized that that person's breakthrough might be related to the food he had just eaten. Thereafter, people turned a keen eye to the owner of the tea house.

Jean-Claude frowned and said to the other fixers: "If any of you know the Guest just now, please bring me a message. ”

“What do you mean?” A long-faced man asked.

“From today onwards, he is officially blacklisted in the laid-back tea dormitory. ”

“Why?” Long-faced man stunned

'Cause he eats the King of Champions. ”

“ …… ”

The lucky promoter is both the first beneficiary of the tourist and the first unlucky bastard to be blacklisted for eating the King. Since then, he has no longer enjoyed the drinks and dishes of the tea house. The only thing that is commendable is that he showed people first-hand the extraordinary effects of travel.

However, only one per month can be provided, because it is extremely rare and makes countless practitioners feel like it.

The cultivators benefit from a generous gift, which, in addition to silver, leaves behind items such as herbs, spirit stones or appliances. Everyone knows that the price of a tael of silver is totally out of proportion to the value of what the tea house offers, and not everyone likes cheap greed.

Gives a rose with a lingering fragrance on the hands.

Unconsciously, it has harvested a lot of friendship and respect, established its own connections, and created a lifeline for the immediate aftermath of the crisis...