Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Shen Kibai knew that after a series of changes, the male lead had become like this now. Even if it was a monk, if the root of the spirit was destroyed overnight and lost cultivation, he would only be mad or unable to think.

But the banquet stood up, and not only that, in the face of so many ordeals, chose indulgence. I don't know if it's good or bad, but it's certain that this kind of person, if given the opportunity, can make a big difference in the real world.

With this in mind, Shen Mubai did not rush to leave, but sat down.

The banquet moved the chopsticks, looked up at the person opposite him, and when his gaze touched the oil stain on the sleeve, he paused slightly, then lowered his eyes, silently clamped the dish.

Shen Mubai did not know what she was exposed to at this time. The tone of voice maintained the indifferent temperatures, "for the master to cure your spiritual roots. ”

Though there is already awareness in the heart, from this population, the banquet cannot help but look up.

Shen Wood White looked at his dark eyes and did not shy away, “If three months later you reshape the spiritual roots and enter the foundation, you will be given one of the places in the small secret. ”

Grabbing the chopsticks and squeezing them slightly tightly, the banquet sighed, "Master, now the apprentice is nothing but a piece of junk, why bother you? ”

His tone was very calm and it seemed like it was just someone else's thing to say.

Shen Mubai really couldn't figure out whether the male owner was now as dead as water, or had abandoned herself. She coldly said, “It doesn't matter, you should always try to find out. ”

The feast stopped talking, and he silently clamped the dishes in the plate and continued to eat them.

He didn't move fast, but in a little while, he swept everything off the table.

With pleasure in his eyes, Shum Wood didn't show up. He just said, "Now besides the daily medicine bath, there are other things to do for the teacher. ”

The more silent the banquet listens to what she says, the deeper the divine color of his eyes becomes.

Shen Wood White didn't notice, pulled something out of the storage bag and threw it in front of each other, "This is a firestone, as long as you wear it on you, you won't suffer from the cold at night. ”

The banquet looked down at the object, and then reached out and picked it up, and the cold body warmed up instantly.

Shen Kibai saw that he was willing to accept it. He was relieved. “It's not too early for the sky to come back tomorrow to see you. Remember, don't let down any of the things you are told to do, otherwise the previous work will be abandoned. ”

In her shadow disappeared in the bamboo house, the banquet rose the heavy black eyes, twisted the firestone in her hand, and there was nothing divine on her face.

As a result, after a few days of bubbling in the medicine bath, Shen Kibai changed his mind.

This formula can be a little more potent, but it's good that even if the mask is lost, the bottom of the body is not so bad, and it can be tolerated.

And what Shen Wood White tells us is to sit quietly every day, to get rid of the clutter, these things.

These requirements may be more difficult for other mortals, but not for the nature of the feast.

Shen Mubai is just afraid that the other party feels that he is teasing him. After all, three months of reshaping the spiritual roots and building the foundation is simply Heavenly Night Tan. Even the most powerful genius in the realm of repair may not be able to do so.

Once the other person thinks they're playing with him, then naturally they don't care about these things and talk about how to succeed.