Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Of course, every time a disciple enters a small secret, it is unlikely that he will be fortunate enough to encounter those things, not to mention that opportunity is a very subtle thing, and so is luck. But if you do, that's what makes the envy jealous.

For example, at the opening of the last little secret, a disciple under the Presbyterian seat was given a small inheritance, although not enough to make his master and the rest of the real people blush. But among peer disciples, that's a huge opportunity.

That's why Shen Wood White is so anxious. If he can re-establish the spiritual roots of the feast into the foundation, then there will certainly be one of his spots this time, and since the other party is the main character in the world, even if the fate line has made an unknown mistake, luck is no better.

Thinking about it, she couldn't help but think about it, and the spiritual energy was constantly passing by.

Two months is a shake for the man who fixes the truth.

But now that she is weak and damaged, she has no time to nourish Dantian for herself. It is conceivable.

But even if Shen Wood White feels uncomfortable, it must continue to bite his teeth.

Until more than half a month later, the golden light appeared on the face of the banquet with closed eyes. Shen Kibai noticed the slightest movement in his field and was delighted.

Although this movement is only momentary and ignores the past even slightly, it is a great surprise.

You should know that the situation in the other side of the Dantian field was not optimistic before, it has been in a state of dryness without a little anger.

Shen Kibai's face was extremely pale, but he was heartfelt with joy, and his men's spirituality crossed over to each other without restraint.

Anyway, even if she didn't have the guts in the field, she had enough spiritual stones in her storage bag in advance to carry it for the past two months without any problems at all.

The golden light on the face of the banquet quickly disappeared. There was no more movement in the Dantian field. Shen Mubai, although his heart was lost, was not disappointed. He concentrated on breath relief.

About a month later, the banquet finally made a second move in Dantian.

The otherwise dry Dantian slowly got a little angry, like a silk tour, but much better than the previous one. Meanwhile, the golden light reappeared on each other's face, slowly spreading along the muscle pulse and then all over the body.

Although the banquet was powerful enough to be appalling, it was also boring to hum at this moment. The sweat rain was as follows. His bronze skin seemed to be covered with oil. His sword brow was tight and seemed to endure immense pain and suffering.

Shen Kibai knew that the medicine bath had played a full role, and her gold dan was not dug for nothing. Even though her body felt like it had been emptied, she had to deal with the next time.

With the passage of days, the anger in the banquet field grew stronger and stronger, just not knowing why, but somewhat different from the original body.

But at this critical moment, Shen Mubai dared not to be distracted, not to mention the fact that the two months are approaching, which makes it even more so-so.

It was not until the feast was full of spiritual energy in the Dantian field, and the slightly raised eyebrows of the other party were soothed, that Shen Mubai realized that two months had passed.

She lowered her hand over the other's back and sighed softly.

The banquet in the medicine bath was suddenly trembling. Shen Woo Bai suddenly frightened and asked quickly, "How do you feel? ”