Chapter 58 Dirty!
"Have you seen enough? What are you looking at with such a sneaky look in your eyes?"
With spiritual consciousness in hand, Jiang Jiang knew that Zong Zeyu had woken up without the system's reminder.
It was really because his gaze was too hot.
Jiang Jiang couldn't help but remind him.
That look is no different from that of a thief.
I don’t dare to run, I can’t move, I don’t dare to look, it’s terrible.
The movement of standing up involved his wound, and he grimaced in pain. In view of the power of the big devil Ye Cha Cha, he did not dare to make a sound to disturb Jiang Jiang's meditation.
So frustrated.
Jiang Jiang: What a cowardly casual cultivator.
[He practices physical skills, martial arts, and sword energy at the same time. He is the most talented casual cultivator among the cultivators. He has lived for 500 years, which makes him a leader among casual cultivators.]
Jiang Jiang: What’s the explanation?
[The higher your cultivation, the longer you live. 】
Jiang Jiang: What's the point of living so long? Becoming a clan leader?
[Well, it’s not impossible…]
Jiang Jiang: It’s against the will of heaven!
[It is not whoever has the strongest fist who can become the sect leader, but he who has the command and management ability to lead a region and can treat the sect disciples equally and preferentially, such a person can remain the sect leader as long as he is alive. ]
Jiang Jiang: So careless?
[In the world of cultivating immortals, there are no laws or rules to follow. ]
Jiang Jiang: No wonder Ye Chacha is so unbridled.
“Master, Master, Master!”
Zong Zeyu quickly turned around and faced Jiang Jiang. Even if his wound was hurt, he had to crawl on the ground with his back hunched. As long as he was quick enough, he could die quickly.
The weather was obviously cool and not hot, but Zong Zeyu's forehead was sweating.
Jiang Jiang put down his scattered spiritual awareness and stopped exerting force.
The body floated down as light as a feather.
She crossed her legs and landed steadily on the cold ground in a meditative posture.
Her hands fell to her knees.
He tilted his head slightly and propped up his chin with one hand.
There was a hint of playfulness in his eyes.
His eyes were fixed on Zong Zeyu.
Through his eyes, use your spiritual sense to travel along the meridians.
She just stared at Zong Zeyu quietly.
His spiritual consciousness traveled along the meridians throughout his body.
Zong Zeyu, who was being stared at by Jiang Jiang, felt an invisible pressure, but at the same time he was also nervous.
Should we let someone die or let someone live a life worse than death?
Give me a definite answer!
"Aren't you going to heal your wounds?" She opened her red lips and uttered a word full of kind concern.
But to Zong Zeyu, it sounded like a fierce wolf king asking a wounded rabbit: Can you jump into my mouth by yourself? Too lazy to do it!
Zong Zeyu kowtowed to Jiang Jiang, not daring to look Jiang Jiang in the eye. "Master has not spoken yet, disciple no no no no no no no no no no no dare!"
"..." Jiang Jiang looked at Zong Zeyu for a long time as if he was a fool, "Fix the roof after your injury has healed, it's leaking." You have to set up a barrier to block the rain, what a waste of mana!
"Yes! Disciple accepts the order!"
I don’t know why the big devil asked me to become her disciple.
I don't know why he was brought to this place.
But since the big devil had spoken, he dared not disobey.
Run? No matter where you run, you will be caught by the big devil!
Does he dare to run?
He didn't even dare to treat his wounds, but immediately climbed onto the roof to repair the house.
Leaving a trail of blood.
"dirty."
I heard Jiang Jiang talking again.
Zong Zeyu quickly poured all the medicine on his body into his mouth, fearing that if he was a step slower, the blood that would flow out would pollute the big devil's territory.
Jiang Jiang: ...
Actually, you don't have to be so timid.
I won't do anything to you, I just want to take you in as my apprentice.
Help me to block the mob outside.
No one knew what he drank, but all the wounds, big and small, on Zong Zeyu's body healed miraculously!
The disgusting pus, blood and rotten flesh disappeared, leaving only faint scars.
He deliberately changed into a set of clean and tidy clothes and combed his messy hair neatly, looking particularly energetic.
Not only that, Zong Zeyu also repaired the dilapidated roof and cleaned the entire room spotlessly.
The sunlight shines into the house through the windows, illuminating every corner and making people feel warm and comfortable.
Looking at the house he cleaned with his own hands, Zong Zeyu felt filled with a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.
