Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

The feast was silent.

He suspected that the teacher respected these days and the previous judgment. Although he still looked like a frost on his face, his eyes, small movements and breath could not fool people.

He likes the honor of the present teacher, no matter who he is or what his purpose is.

The old man said, “Let's not talk about usurpation. If you want to get 300 years into a big multiplication, you'll understand that she's coming for you. She must want to get something from you. Do you want to keep recognizing her? ”

The banquet tone was faint, “I'm afraid I don't have what my teacher wants. ”

The old man choked and had nothing to say about it.

He slowed down, “I know you have a heart for this teacher, and you will certainly not live up to her expectations. Three hundred years into a great multiplication, even the most talented monks in the fairy world, can't do that.” The tone stops and the conversation turns, "but it's not impossible if you want to. ”

The banquet was well aware of the other party's desire to practise magic, but he thought of the disappointing and disgusting look of the teacher, the tone became especially firm, “Senior, please stop persuading me, I have decided that I will not fall demonic. ”

The old man hummed, “Not necessarily. ”

The banquet only pretended that he was not comfortable in his heart and did not speak again.

“Do you know, then, that your master is from outside the heavens?” The old man relaxed as if he already had a final act in his heart.

The banquet looked up at this dark space and asked heavily, "Senior, what does this mean? ”

"Her soul does not belong to this world," said the old man, "but is from outside the heavens. It's just that I have limited ability to see where she came from. It's weird. ”

“Seniors don't have to go through all this trouble trying to trick me into fixing demons.” The banquet featured white fingers, slightly sagging eyes and a slightly different voice.

The old man heard, haha laughed, “Believe it or not, do as you please, but if one day your teacher is lost, it will be too late to regret it. ”

His pupils contracted for a moment, and the body of the banquet trembled incessantly. He lowered his head and looked as if he had fallen on the face of a man in his arms, and the emotions in his chest swelled dramatically.

He can't imagine his master disappearing. If so, what's the point of his life?

The old man felt his mind shake and said slowly, "But if your cultivation reaches a state of supremacy, how hard is it to let her stay with you forever? ”

The banquet found that he could not spew half a word in his throat. He was still in that state of fear and loss. The heart in his chest seemed to have been crushed and he could only hold the person in his arms tightly.

Yeah... it's all because he's not strong enough.

If he was strong enough, his master would not abandon half of the gold to help him shape his roots. If he was strong enough, his teacher would not be hurt along the way.

The feast was dark, and he thought that if the master disappeared one day...

No... it won't be gone, he'll lock her up, he can't go anywhere.

“Have you thought about it?” The old man's voice sounded again.

The banquet looked up and said calmly, "Senior, I've thought about it. ”

He would rather see his teacher's disappointment and disgust than leave him.

The old man laughed out loud, "Okay, okay! Nor did Fischer say that for so long.” His tone was clear, “my husband finally got out of this place. He was tired of living for tens of thousands of years. Whatever flew up into fairies was bullshit! Husband is not rare! That man is dead! ”