Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Although the situation was still far from optimistic, it proved useful to have a medicinal bath for that period of time, otherwise her heart and energy would have been wasted for nothing.

With this in mind, Shen Kibai relieved herself and said softly, "The medicine bath is not useless this time of year, although it doesn't do much good, but it is just the first step. ”

The banquet was silent, “Thank you for your hard work. ”

His tone was so calm that Shen Kibai could not hear whether he was sincerely thankful or formally answering.

And she said, "First of all, in a few days' time, the master will wash your whole body through the meridian bone marrow. Although your body bones are equal among mortals, you are not a monk at all. This pain may not even be able to be sustained by the man who fixes the fairy. You...”

The banquet tone was blunt, “The apprentice is now a cripple, you can try it. ”

Shenmu Bai couldn't help but say, "These days you can walk around here in Snow Peak at will. ”

The banquet responded, “The apprentice knows. ”

Just these days Shen Kibai prepared for the washing of the medulla dan under the banquet clothes, the three disciples heard about the period, one of which was sadness and jealousy.

Especially the eldest disciple Zhao He, the first inner door disciple to be harvested by Vegetarian, with three spiritual roots, he was quite heavy in receptacle, but stayed in the middle of the foundation for many years, still unable to break through.

True Vegetarian will pay more attention to him at first, and then disappointment puts hope on the remaining two disciples, but still falls short of what is expected in his heart.

I wanted to collect a few more disciples from the inner door, but only then did she want to break through the middle of Jindan, so I left Sex aside. Later, Yuan Ling counted, and no longer had the idea of an apprentice.

“This banquet is nothing more than a piece of crap. What is there to respect?” Zhao He smiled coldly and his heart grew more jealous.

The second disciple, Zhao San, was second only to Zhao He's cultivation. He used to envy the elder brother, but now he has killed a banquet that has never been so good to them. Besides, he is just a piece of junk with no spiritual roots. The grievance is uneven. "Wait, this banquet will definitely be abandoned by the master. ”

“Second Brother, what does this mean?” Third disciple Zhou Jia Qing's heart fluctuated slightly and asked hastily.

Zhang San was proud of Yangtze, “Guess what I heard the other day? Do you really want to fix the root of the feast? The teacher hated the fact that he was known to all of us, if not because of that day on the agenda. Yuan Lingzhen always inspired the teacher to honor the feast, and once the teacher respected him, he bet that the spirit root of the feast should be cured. Otherwise, why do you think your master suddenly cares so much about this piece of crap? ”

Perhaps in an overwhelming mood, the three of them overlooked the distance, where the righteous Lord in their mouth was quietly standing, listening to the dialogue of several people, slowly tightening his hands and finally holding his fist.

Zhao He looked surprised, “Second Brother, are you sure? ”

Zhang San replied, “Of course it's true. A lot of people know about this, you just ask one of the disciples.” He said this hatred, "If it weren't for this feast, our teacher and Xueling Peak wouldn't have been laughed at by others. Why not die a piece of crap like him? ”