Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Ye Xiaochuan woke up. He had been in coma for six full days before waking up. When he woke up, the world he saw at first glance was thought to be beautiful, harmonious and full of warmth.

Only to find a chubby butt sitting on his face.

The smell of this butt was very familiar to Ye Xiaochuan, it was a sign of prosperity. Only Wangcai’s ass smells bad!

Ye Xiaochuan felt so angry. I wanted to reach out and throw Wangcai out, but found that my body was very weak. I didn't even have the strength to lift my arms, or even turn my head to shake Wangcai away from my face. I opened my mouth to let this fat bird die. Stay away, it's coming from

But the voice was very thin, and there was no water in it for days, and his throat was almost smoking.

In desperation, Ye Xiaochuan had no choice but to open his mouth and bite Wangcai's big ass. While biting, he still felt sick in his heart. He didn't know that Wangcai had washed his buttocks over the years.

Wangcai was sleeping soundly when he suddenly felt severe pain. He thought that Bingluan was taking advantage of his sleep to sneak up on him again and jumped so high that he jumped up before Ye Xiaochuan could open his mouth.

As a result, Ye Xiaochuan was still biting the red fluff under Wangcai's butt.

Wangcai looked at the appearance of his little master spitting in his mouth, and then he realized that it was not the ugly ugly bird that attacked him, but his little master who woke up.

Wangcai cried, it really cried.

These six days are very short, but it feels longer than ever before. It is the most terrifying and dark six days in its life...the bird's life. Every day, it looks forward to the stars and the moon, waiting for its little master to wake up. Now that he finally got what he wanted, Wangcai fell into Ye Xiaochuan's arms and burst into tears. With tears and snot, he told the little master the grievances and torture he had suffered in the past few days. By the way, he also mentioned a few words about the little master. How miserable is the ugly bird?

Tao and extinct bird nature, simply do not regard this divine bird as a bird, and bully this divine bird all day long. If this divine bird were not worried about your safety, its little master, it would have been humiliated long ago and crashed to death on the stone wall. Being a capable bird The divine bird with backbone. Wangcai clucked and screamed, but Ye Xiaochuan didn't understand a word he said. He glanced around lightly, and at a glance he saw the statue of Nuwa Empress facing him on his head. He knew that he Not dead, back to

In the ruins of Nuwa in Tianbat Mountain.

Now Ye Xiaochuan's mouth was dry and he felt like he was about to spontaneously combust. He kept saying "water...water..." in his throat. Wangcai was smart. Hearing his little master say "water" repeatedly, he immediately stopped. After crying, Yun Qiyou went out to get food. Wangcai felt that he could take care of his little master. So he used his claws to pick up a sandbox not far away that Yun Qiyou used to boil water and cook rice.

The pot flew to the circular river next to it, scooped up a ladle, flew to the little master's side, and placed half of the casserole's water next to Ye Xiaochuan's head. Ye Xiaochuan repeatedly wanted to reach out and drink it, but his body was too heavy. He struggled several times without success. He could only watch the water for the casserole so close to him. It was almost as if he had taken off his pants. Only to find that his wife coming

My aunt is still in pain.

Wangcai also discovered this problem. In order to prevent his little master from dying of thirst, he decided to help.

Two sharp claws grabbed the casserole and flew to Ye Xiaochuan's head to hover.

Ye Xiaochuan felt very relieved. Finally, his pain for Wangcai was not in vain. This guy also knew how to take care of himself.

So, Ye Xiaochuan lay on his back with his mouth open to receive the water. Wangcai is not a cultivator. Like other birds, although it can fly, it cannot remain suspended in the air. So Wangcai turned into a bomber. In one dive, the casserole under his paws immediately tilted, and the half-pot of water inside instantly

Sprinkle down.

Ye Xiaochuan's mouth was wide open. After a round of dive bombing, not a drop of water was touched. Good guy, half the pot of water was spilled on Ye Xiaochuan.

Ye Xiaochuan's eyes widened with anger, his mouth opened and closed violently, and a whooshing sound came out of his throat. It seemed that he was cursing Wangcai.

Wangcai also felt that the accuracy of his shot just now was a bit disgusting, but it didn't matter, there was a river next to it and there was plenty of water. So Wangcai grabbed the casserole again to scoop out water. This time, he filled the casserole directly. Then he flew over with satisfaction and hovered above Ye Xiaochuan's head for several times, learning from the first failure experience and studying it. Angle of throwing

With the timing, he thought it was okay, and clucked twice, asking the little master to open his mouth and wait for a drink of water.

This time, the accuracy and timing were very good, and a pot of water was poured on Ye Xiaochuan's head. Although Ye Xiaochuan was miserable, he still poured a little water into his mouth.

Wangcai felt that the effect this time was not ideal. He should not fall all down, but should fall slowly.

So he flew to the river to get water again.

Ye Xiaochuan felt that he didn't want to drink water anymore. If he continued like this, Wangcai would kill him sooner or later.

But when Wangcai came back with another casserole of water, he kept telling Ye Xiaochuan to go slower this time and make sure everything would be fine. Ye Xiaochuan has lived with Wangcai for many years, and he can more or less understand the meaning of its calls. After a battle between heaven and man in his heart, Ye Xiaochuan finally chose to believe in Wangcai again. After all, he has been a good brother for many years. Prosperity will not be achieved

The heart harms oneself.

Seeing Wangcai slowly approaching, Ye Xiaochuan felt something was wrong. It seemed that not only water was thrown down, but also the large casserole that Hei Buliu Qiu used to make soup and porridge was thrown down by Wangcai as an aerial bomb.

And it was still facing Ye Xiaochuan's head.

At this moment, Ye Xiaochuan knew that he was wrong and shouldn't have believed Wangcai.

Bang...

The quality of the casserole was very good, and the mouth of the pot was directly stuck on Ye Xiaochuan's head. Ye Xiaochuan drank several mouthfuls of water, but this could not change Ye Xiaochuan's firm idea of ​​steaming Wangcai and then braising him.

Wangcai was just happy and was about to dive into the water again. Suddenly, he felt that there was nothing under his claws. He looked down and saw, eh, where was the casserole for taking water?

Seeing that a big casserole was stuck on Ye Xiaochuan's head, Wangcai's hair and phoenix crown stood up instantly. He hurriedly flew down to push the casserole on the little master's face aside to check if the little master was crushed to death.

Ye Xiaochuan stared at Wangcai, wishing he could strangle him to death. He pretended not to know Wangcai and said hoarsely, "You...you go...go away..."

Wangcai felt that he had not taken good care of the little master and could not even feed his saliva into his mouth. This was his dereliction of duty.

It seemed that the method of getting water from the casserole was not feasible, but Wangcai was not a bird that gave up easily. He rolled his eyes and thought of a good way. Ye Xiaochuan saw Wangcai actually landed on him, grabbed his belt with his claws, and kept flapping his wings, as if trying to hang him up. Ye Xiaochuan immediately felt that his life was over.