Xuanhuan: I am the bad luck villain

The rhizome of Yunlong has a crisp taste and a lingering fragrance in the mouth.

And it contains a strong Yin evil aura inside, which is an important medicinal material for refining Yin Yin Dan.

Of course, for Wushamen, this is also one of the natural treasures used to obtain additional aura.

It is also the main material used by chefs to cook today.

Qin Yu, who kept stuffing roots into his mouth and felt like he was eating lotus root, was impressed by the chefs' craftsmanship almost immediately.

At the same time, he became more and more satisfied with joining Wushamen.

The cultivation speed is fast and the treatment is good.

Not only is his life expectancy guaranteed in the future, but he is also given a beautiful teacher, although there is a certain degree of danger in his intentions.

The most important thing is that the food is so good that there are three Nascent Soul bosses specially assigned, plus a group of unique chef monks who specialize in cooking to practice kung fu, providing food for the disciples day and night, and there is a spiritual meal for every meal.

This treatment!But it may not be worse than the real big pie!

He can even be treated as an inner disciple of the Dapai!
Sure enough, small companies also have the benefits of small companies, at least in terms of benefits, they are much more generous than big companies.

Desperately stuffing food into his mouth, Qin Yu narrowed his blissful eyes.

At the same time, he has made up his mind quickly.

After all, try to break through to the golden core realm as soon as possible, let's get it five hundred catties of Yangshou first!
Then go to the big and small wives of the Tianxing Chamber of Commerce to see if there is any panacea to prolong life, and try to use external force to live for another few hundred years.

When the life is worry-free, I will bring my wives back to find my father to gnaw on me.

Presumably at that time, my father should have already taken care of the trouble.

Although it's a little dangerous to hang out with a big villain, but I also have helpers.

Zhao Mengya, who has been dating for ten years, and Zhang Xiaolan, who went to Yunvfeng for further studies, these two sons of luck may not love anyone.

As for Jun Moyan and Zhao Mengran of Tianjian Pavilion, forget it, especially Jun Moyan.

After all, there is only a verbal agreement between the two parties. Now that the other party has pulled out the Tiangang Qilin Sword, he might become the new Heavenly Sword Pavilion Master in the future. He is completely different from himself, a guy who has blindly worshiped the Five Shamen Gate.

Qin Yu was already contented to be able to get some benefits from the other party's chance.

As for taking the pot away?Sorry, that pot is too hot, Qin Yu is afraid that he won't be able to handle it.

After all, it is unknown whether Jun Moyan will keep his promise, but Qin Yu understands that Tianjiange will never allow his own Tianjiao to form a Taoist partner with a demon disciple.

Openly rebelling against the whole world for love, making enemies with the whole world, etc., let's leave it to the luck protagonist to play.

Qin Yu just wanted to live a thousand to eight hundred years old, to enjoy the wonderful life of a wealthy landowner with three wives and four concubines, full of beauties.

With his old bones, he can't stand the strong wind and waves.

It was at the time when Qin Yu was enjoying the delicious food while thinking about the future.

The messy cafeteria was suddenly quiet, and the disciples stopped talking, stopped eating, and looked up at the entrance.

And there, with the sound of footsteps, several figures strode in.

There were more than twenty people who came, but they were basically surrounded by the two figures in the middle.

And those two figures are a man and a woman. The man looks handsome and wears a fourth-generation disciple uniform.

The woman even had an innocent smile on her face. She was wearing a blue cassock, and the most important thing was the mark on her chest. She was clearly a second-generation disciple!
Second generation!That is to say, the direct descendants of the five ancestors!

Qin Yu, a disciple of the fifth generation, would be called Master Uncle according to the rules, his seniority should not be too high!
Surrounded by more than [-] guys who were either fifth-generation disciples or sixth-generation disciples, a man and a woman strode towards the cafeteria with a very clear goal without any hesitation.

Then they looked at Qin Yu who was sitting in their exclusive seats, and they couldn't help falling into silence.

Seeing that Qin Yu didn't react at all, he was still eating and drinking with his back to everyone.

The male disciple of the fourth generation couldn't help but frowned, and wanted to speak, but due to his status, he finally didn't speak by himself.

Instead, he gestured to the companions next to him with his eyes.

A disciple who noticed his expression was the first to react, took a quick step forward, and slapped the table with a slap.

Its power is so great that even the shocking dinner plate bounced, and the juice inside splashed all over the table.

Unfortunately, Qin Yu turned his head in astonishment. He first looked at the big man standing next to him with a ferocious face, and then at the 20 or so people standing behind him in a dense mass of darkness.

After two seconds of silence, he decisively... picked up the chopsticks and stuffed food into his mouth.

This scene made everyone present stunned. Looking at Qin Yu's bald man who looked like a starved ghost reincarnated, with bulging veins in the corners of his eyes, he grabbed Qin Yu's chopsticks fiercely.

"Boy! Have you misunderstood something!"

Qin Yu, who was forced to stop, looked at the strong man with his mouth pouting, with a slightly puzzled expression.

"Aren't you here to grab food?"

"Who is going to steal your food! It's not like we can't eat! Get up for me!"

"Get up? Why did you ask me to get up? Do you want to sit in my seat and eat my food! You also said that you are not here to steal my food!"

Unexpectedly, the internal competition of Wushamen would be so fierce. Even Qin Yu, who was robbed of his food, was so frightened that he hurriedly moved his little food to the side, and quickly moved away from the big man. .

And his small movement instantly made the big man's breathing heavy, and even his teeth made a grinding sound.

He instinctively raised his arm, but just as he was about to growl, the arm stretched out beside him grabbed his wrist.

The very handsome male disciple of the fourth generation stopped his companion's reckless movement and shook his head with a straight face.

"Don't mess around, disciples are not allowed to do it privately in the sect."

While speaking, the man also gestured to the side with his eyes.

Following the man's line of sight, he subconsciously glanced at the bald men of the chefs in the distance, and immediately realized that he trembled in fright, and hurriedly lowered his arms.

"But this kid..."

"Don't be impulsive, I'll talk to him."

Comforting his companion, the man came to Qin Yu's side with a smile on his face, bent slightly and spoke softly, his tone was so gentle.

"Junior brother, can you please let me know where you are, this is our table."

"Your table?"

Subconsciously looked at the top of the man's head, looking at his blood-black halo, Qin Yu raised his eyebrows.

Oh hey, little luck villain?

A little villain who is not even a supporting role, where does this kid have the courage to come and talk to this blood ring villain?I'm not afraid to eat him as dessert!
In the past, either facing the protagonist or the big villain, Qin Yu, whose luck has always been at a disadvantage.

Now that he finally met a guy who was not as good as him, he instantly regained his energy.

Holding his face with one hand in an extremely arrogant manner, Qin Yu couldn't help but let out a puff as he looked at the pretty boy who was bending over to look at him.

"You said this is your desk? Is your name written on it?"

"Huh? No."

"Then if you call, will it agree?"

"This... can't."

"Then why do you say this is your desk?"