The cannon fodder of quick time travel slaps the face and becomes a god

No matter how ruthless Bai Lian was, he had no choice but to obey Ji Yuan's orders, so he was sent to the back mountain without taking anything with him.

As soon as he entered that ice cave, he couldn't help shivering.

Biting chills came from all directions, instantly enveloping him, starting from the fragile fingertips and slowly becoming stiff, and when the temperature dissipated there, he even began to feel pain.

Bai Lian had to use the spiritual power in his body to maintain his body temperature, but he had just established his foundation, and his spiritual power was scarce, and within a quarter of an hour, his spiritual power was exhausted, and he was even colder.

Trembling, squatting down, crossing arms with both hands, rubbing the delicate skin vigorously, trying to gain some warmth, but the tender skin has become an absolute torment at this time.

It turns red after rubbing it lightly, and I feel a strong tingling sensation. After rubbing it twice hard, the skin is about to break. The bright and almost translucent color can almost see the criss-crossing blood vessels under this thin layer of skin.

His lips had turned purple from the cold, and his face was as pale as paper. After the excessive cold, there was a pain in the bones, and then he gradually became numb and lost all consciousness.

He tried to move his fingers, his eyes rolled in his eye sockets, staring at the red and swollen knuckles, desperately wanting to move them in his mind, even if it hurts, at least And feeling.

But no, nothing.

The whole body no longer belonged to him at all, and the crazy instructions sent by the brain had no effect at all, and he could only let himself lose consciousness.

Pain, numbness, and gradual despair.

It was blindingly white, and the hair between the eyebrows was covered with ice tips, and the hot air exhaled turned into ice slag within a few centimeters.

How can it be so cold?

How did that perverted Jiyuan survive...

In a daze, he seemed to see the previous life again, he was raped to death, and except for a pair of eyes, he could no longer move.

His smooth face was full of fine lines, as old as an old woman, and his white hair had long since grown into brilliant hair, which was mottled and dry, just like his life, which had come to an end.

Originally thought that after rebirth, he could use the advantage of knowing the future to hold everything in his hands, and trample all those who had bullied him under his feet.

But why... nothing has changed?

With a word from Ji Yuan, he will suffer all of this, even for the things in his hands, he can't kill him yet.

Why is he still living so aggrieved in the next life?

not reconciled...

I can't be reconciled...

Mu Xichen was lying in the magnificent hall, watching the development of the situation through the water mirror, curling his lips in boredom.

The protagonist is too weak, it's only been one day...

He has a sense of propriety in his heart, it would not be fun to directly kill people like this, but give him some lessons and suffer a little bit, he won't die.

Before he really did anything, Han Chenyu, the No. 500 in Bai Lian's harem, came to him on his own initiative. He is the grandson of a Mahayana elder. He is over [-] years old this year, but he is just at the Nascent Soul stage.

He has average aptitude, but his status is extremely high, and he has a handsome appearance. He is currently the best one Bai Lian can hook up with.

"I have met Master Uncle. A few days ago, I asked Master Uncle Bai Lian to discuss alchemy together. Master Uncle asked me to look for him today. I don't know where Master Bai is now?"

Han Chenyu lowered his eyebrows and looked down, with a look of extreme humility, his eyes were gloomy and cold.

Ji Yuan came out of the test after recovering from injury, he must not be allowed to be alone with Lian'er!

Mu Xichen raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a smile that was not a smile. His aloof temperament instantly turned into a seductive evildoer, and he said maliciously, "Bai Lian was negligent in cultivation during this seat's retreat, and his thoughts were troubled. He will be fined to retreat, and he will not be able to come out for the time being."

Han Chenyu suddenly raised his head, forgetting all his humility and identity, he was extremely angry, "Master Uncle, Lian'er is weak, and I'm afraid he won't be punished. As his master, don't you have any pity at all?!"

"Pity?" Mu Xichen sneered, his tone was as cold as ever, with a hint of sarcasm, "If you don't have pity, then the countless panacea will be fed to dogs? Besides, as a master, I have no intention of punishing my disciples." Right? Rewarding but not punishing would be too doting, not to mention..."

He paused, the coercion on his body poured out, he faced Han Chenyu who was standing, and bent his straight back instantly, "How do I teach my disciples, and I still need you to guide me? Since I am his master, I will I can't tolerate criticism from others, Lian'er... I don't know when you guys are so familiar that you can call your uncle by his name directly, and if you commit a crime, this is how your master taught you to behave?"

Han Chenyu's face turned pale, and the huge pressure made him kneel down instantly, his knees slammed heavily on the spar floor, making a sour creaking sound.

Just "respecting the teacher and respecting the way" alone made him unable to say any rebuttals.

Respect the teacher?

What kind of good teacher are you? To harbor intimacy with your apprentice, even deliberately accepting him as an apprentice just to treat him lightly, is simply shameless!

It's a pity that, no matter his status or cultivation, he has nothing to do with this hypocrite, he can only leave angrily and return home defeated.

Seeing that this guy gave up so easily, Mu Xichen became bored again. The protagonist's harem is currently too weak, and there is nothing to play with, so he can only set off to find the treasure for Bai Lian to cleanse the spirit root.

It's not that he suddenly realized his conscience, it's just that he suddenly thought of an interesting idea, which must be able to trick him severely.

That place was not too far from Xuanqingzong, but within five days, he went back and forth, looking at the pure and unsullied snow lotus in his hand, the light and long-lasting fragrance lingered, and wisps of aura swelled among the petals , which shows its preciousness.

Mu Xichen squinted his eyes, took the flower into the alchemy room, and sacrificed it for a while. On the surface, there was no difference, except that the petals near the stamen were stained a little gray, which contained a lot of dead energy. If you look closely, you can't see it at all.

At this time, it had been seven days since Bai Lian was imprisoned in the back mountain. When Mu Xichen picked him up, Bai Lian passed out completely. His hands and feet were bent unnaturally. It was obviously a spasm. The muscles on his body were stiff. If it weren't for the monk's high physical strength, he might be frozen to death.

Putting on a face to thaw for others, watching the skin become smooth and white again, and the pulse beating strongly, Mu Xichen knew that his body had already started to lose money from the inside, but he couldn't see it now.

And this, this is exactly what he wanted.

Woke him up, handed him the snow lotus, and went out, ignoring Bai Lian's eyes full of hatred.

These seven days, to him, were like nightmares, repeating the nightmare of the tragic death in the previous life, waking up a little and then falling asleep soon, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch, and he watched himself being abandoned in that lonely place. in the space.

At that moment, he even suspected that he would really freeze to death like this, in such a painful way, and die so ugly.

Although he knew that he was still useful to Ji Yuan, but the fear rising from the bottom of his heart, suppressed by hatred forcibly, and the instinctive fear of Ji Yuan made his nerves sensitive and fragile.

It turns out that he is not as powerful as he imagined...

Clenching the things in his hands, Bai Lian closed his eyes forcefully, trying to calm himself down. He was afraid of this man, and it was not something to be ashamed of.

As long as he becomes stronger, as long as he can be pulled down from the altar, as long as he can be completely held in his hands to abuse and humiliate wantonly, this demon will soon pass.

So it’s nothing, don’t be afraid, you must become stronger quickly!

After washing the five spirit roots into heavenly spirit roots, Bai Lian instantly became the envy and envy of the entire sect's disciples. Who has such a good life as him, and a master who loves him so much?

And even if the master loves her, how can Xuelian be so good?

The cold air in an extremely cold place can freeze monks below the Nascent Soul stage to death in an instant, and only those above the distraction stage can barely move freely in it. Do you want to make this trip yourself?

All these things are enough to consolidate Bai Lian's position in Xuanqingzong, and the rapid increase in strength has given him some comfort, and these are just interest.

Hearing those people's envy towards him, he really wanted to laugh, Ji Yuan is really a rare "good master"...

As his cultivation base improved, the number of spirit stones, magic weapons and elixirs needed increased exponentially, and soon Bai Lian's small private treasury was exhausted, so he had no choice but to take the initiative to ask that demon for resources, but when he heard that so people say,

"Resources? Personal disciples have five top-grade spirit stones, ten bottles of marrow washing pills, fifty bottles of spirit gathering pills, and one hundred square meters of energy gathering pills. Didn't you take them all by yourself? Is it possible that I am still greedy for your things? No?"

After being beaten up like this, Bai Lian's face was very ugly. It was obvious that this person would give him all the shares, including his own, before.

Are there many examples of great abilities in the distraction period?

No matter how disdainful Bai Lian was, he couldn't help being jealous, but since this person was promoted, he never let him take his share, and even sent a boy to take over all that he hadn't taken out before!

Those were all he was going to use to strengthen his cultivation!

Where can Jiyuan use those?

Isn't it just to force yourself to beg him?

Now that he's here, what does this man's tone of yin and yang mean?

Bai Lian bit his lower lip tightly, and a trace of humiliation and hatred flashed in his eyes. If it weren't for the critical moment when he was promoted, those resource needs would have been much more...

Thinking about his tragic death in his last life because of his weakness, he finally made up his mind.

As long as he can become stronger, the bullying he suffered today will be recovered tenfold!

Gathering his mind, Bai Lian showed a shy smile on his face, making that already charming face even more attractive, exuding a soul-stirring attraction.

He gently raised his feet, walked up to the high platform step by step, knelt down at Mu Xichen's feet, and gently rubbed his knees with his side face, his big watery eyes were full of charm, bursting out. With strong desire and admiration, the tip of her bright red tongue poked out, licked from the moist lips, and said coquettishly, "Master has been in seclusion for many days, and Lian'er even misses it, but why did Master and Lian'er get along so far? Don't you think so?" Do you like me?"

The winking eyes are like silk, and the temptation is abnormal.