Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

The voice slowly said, “The demonic roots, looking at the ancient world of immortality, are only one. The man who aroused the fierce wind and rain in the demonic realm ended up in a bottleneck, and eventually burst into death because his demonic roots were not pure enough. And your demonic roots are not only very pure, but if you choose the right path, you will surely be able to heal the fairy kingdom in the future and keep everyone out of sight. ”

The banquet tone was very calm, “Senior, I have nothing but pseudo-spiritual roots, you may be mistaken. ”

The voice made an unclear smile, “My husband lived for tens of thousands of years. Do you recognise that he is in the wrong mind? If my husband guesses correctly, your pseudo-spiritual roots were exchanged for that half of the gold dan by your master? ”

The feast featured white fingers, a sudden pain in the heart, silence.

“In the past, those two spiritual roots were nothing but obstructive eyesight. This spiritual roots will only appear if you are greatly stimulated. Even if your master did not help you to reshape the spiritual roots, one day the spiritual roots will be forced out.” The voice continued.

But the banquet understood what he was trying to say, and he said, “I am not exorcised. ”

The voice laughed and said, "You were born with this magic root, which is to repair the body of the demon. Even if you are not in the demonic realm, you are repairing the so-called right way. Sooner or later, you will go that way. It is God's will, God's will cannot be violated. ”

The banquet's eyes did not shake, “If one day, I would pull the spirit out with my own hands. ”

“Hahahahaha child, do you think you can pull this spiritual root if you want, it will live with you, unless you die, you will never get rid of it for the rest of your life.” The old man laughed, full of helplessness.

Even if you can't see the face of the person in your arms, you can paint the outline of the other person in your head. He said calmly, “So what? I will never betray the master. ”

The old man sneered, “You think she's your teacher, do you know what's on her mind? ”

The eyes of the banquet trembled slightly, “I naturally don't know what the master is thinking. Even if I knew, it didn't matter. What mattered was that I was her apprentice. ”

“Do you really think so? Do you have any idea what your teacher wants you to do in 300 years?” The old man suddenly said.

The banquet suddenly raised its eyes and slightly tightened its fingers, "Senior, you and I have not masked before. ”

When the old man saw that he did not believe, he said softly, "Well, I will let you listen to your master's heart. ”

As soon as his voice went down, a strange woman's voice came into the mind of the banquet, “It's too hard to let the banquet go through 300 years. ”

Unlike the master, the banquet tone was faint, “Don't make fun of me. ”

The old man hummed, “Your teacher's honor was usurped a few months ago, of course the voice is different. ”

The feast stood still, “Senior, what do you mean? ”

The old man replied, "I see that this gloomy smell around you carries a lot of grudges. It must have eaten a lot of pain and anguish. The cocoon of your sword practice has long been covered, indicating that you have exhausted your chores over the years. If your former teacher is a good acquaintance, how dare you? Most importantly, your pseudo-spiritual roots have just been shaped. Would you believe that your former teacher honored you to reshape them at the expense of your own Golden Dane? Don't you ever have a single doubt in your mind? ”