[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

Immortal Fusheng's cave is as simple as his. Inside the monotonous cave is a jade table and chairs carved from ice jade. Apart from the jade table and chairs, the only other furniture is in this cave. The coldest millennium ice bed.

Huaian walked in and took a look, raising his eyebrows slightly.

The system also saw the bed of black ice, couldn't help but gasped, and said, "My lord, is he trying to kill you?"

The thousand-year-old black ice is the essence of ice, and a large piece of ice bed made of thousand-year-old black ice is not of much use to Huai'an's wind spirit root disciples, and such a big piece... With Huai'an's physical strength at this time , it was simply not enough to suppress the chill emanating from the ice bed, that's why the system was so shocked.

Huai'an said, "Don't worry, I won't die."

At most, I will suffer a little bit.

As his good master, how could he allow him to suffer from hunger, cold and cold?

Huai'an is very clear, even if the current Fusheng didn't use his spiritual sense to peek, but...the other party will come back to check at least an hour later.

This time Immortal Fusheng brought him to the cave, obviously on a temporary basis, so many places may not be able to be comprehensive, the other party is worried, so Huai'an has nothing to worry about.

He stretched his waist, glanced at the Xuanbing bed exuding icy cold air, couldn't help but rubbed his arms.

Even though Huai'an is some distance away from the big bed, he can still feel the cold from the soles of his feet to the bone marrow. He suppressed the cold in his body, and with a pale face, he found a corner nest far away from the big bed. up.

The cultivation base of the original body was not high, and he couldn't resist the cold air for a long time. During this period, Huai'an used his ability several times. After finally waiting for half a stick of incense, he closed his eyes, his complexion turned blue and white, and the gap between his eyebrows Frosted, curled up there like a dead person, without a sound.

The next moment, Huai'an felt Immortal Fusheng's cold fragrance coming towards him, accompanied by the sound of the opponent's chaotic footsteps, falling lightly beside him.

Huaian was too cold to speak.

He moved his stiff fingertips cautiously, reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes.

Careful and pitiful, humble and pitiful.

Immortal Fusheng's heart ached again, and the internal injuries that had been suppressed rushed up again. He suppressed the internal injuries in time, took a deep breath, and then waved his hand, dispelling the chill around him in an instant.

Huai'an was able to breathe, and his fingers clenched slightly, pinching the small piece of clothes, and raised his head in a daze.

The warmth in his body couldn't match the worry and forbearance hidden in his eyes, he seemed to see the lofty immortal depraved and indulged between his fingers.

Huai'an's heartbeat speeded up inexplicably, and the restless heat made him tremble all over.

Immortal Fusheng thought he was cold, after all, the air in the room was too cold, it didn't matter if he was an ice spirit root, but Huai'an was not. Thinking of this, he sighed, bent down and hugged the young boy's curled up body.

To his surprise, the boy's body was much thinner and thinner than the one he had seen before, not even as heavy as a feather, which made Immortal Fusheng's footsteps pause slightly, and he looked down at Huai'an's half-opened eyes, in a daze I saw the fear in his eyes.

He fell silent, carried the boy back to the bamboo house where he lived, dried the clothes for him and put them in the bed, followed the boy's closed eyes again, and couldn't help being slightly lost in thought.

He looked at it for a long time, and after confirming that the boy had fallen asleep, he slowly bent down and stretched out his palm to cover his eyes.

The palm on the young man's face looked extraordinarily huge, and this cover covered half of his face. The young man stared at the young man's pale lips, and lowered his head to kiss them as if bewitched.

a little closer...

a little closer...

Immortal Fusheng suddenly stopped his movements, he came back to his senses abruptly, his expression changed drastically, he withdrew his palm, and took a few steps back in panic.

Coincidentally, at this time, the boy seemed to be so cold that his body was curled up in a ball under the blanket, and half of his face was covered by the light blue blanket, leaving only his delicate eyebrows and straight nose bridge.

The palm on the back of Immortal Fusheng seemed to be shaking, and the cool palm still vaguely left the touch when it touched the young man's skin. He clenched his fist, and there seemed to be a little more coldness between the clear and cold eyebrows, but Disappearing again in the blink of an eye, he turned and left the bamboo house. When he raised his eyes, he happened to see an old man walking with a long sword on his back, and in front of the old man was the tall figure of Lin'an Qingjun.

He brought the old man to the mountainside, and said with a gentle smile, "This is the place where my second junior brother lives temporarily. A few days ago, my junior brother made some mistakes, so the master placed him here." place."

The old man frowned slightly: "Wouldn't you go to Xing Fatang to receive the punishment if you made a mistake!?"

Lin'an smiled helplessly: "This..." How do you tell him to answer! ?

Just trying to figure out how to answer, Lin'an suddenly saw the figure of Immortal Fusheng, and his eyes lit up.

"Elder Luo, look, he is my master."

Lin'an changed the subject, and said in pleasant surprise, "You are so lucky. Master has been in closed-door training recently, and we don't know when he will leave the closed-door training. How can we think that when you come today, the master will leave the closed-door training."

Everyone loves to hear good words, even though Lin'an's words were a little immature, but Elder Luo still showed a smile, stroked the hair roots on his chin, his eyes were slightly dark: "Thank you for leading the way today, I remember you."

Lin'an hurriedly said that he didn't dare, and after performing a courtesy with Immortal Fusheng, he looked worriedly at the bamboo house behind Immortal Fusheng.

He knew very well that Immortal Fusheng was not that kind of person.

But when he thought of what Ling Bo said before, doubts arose at that time, and today he happened to meet Immortal Fusheng just walking out of the bamboo house, the doubts in his heart gradually deepened, and he even faintly had a kind of absurd thought.

He was a little afraid that Immortal Fusheng would see through his thoughts, so he simply bowed his head and said goodbye quickly.

Immortal Lord Fusheng glanced at Lin'an's flustered back from the corner of his eye, and then looked at Elder Luo without any trace.

Elder Luo stood outside the fence gate and said respectfully, "Luo Changyi pays his respects to the Palace Master."

Immortal Fusheng pursed his lips and said nothing, stepped out of the fence gate unhurriedly, walked two meters away from Elder Luo, and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

"Palace Master, you have to decide for me." Elder Luo said, kneeling on the ground decisively.

Caught off guard by this move, Immortal Fusheng was slightly taken aback.

But soon, Fu Sheng guessed the purpose of the other party's visit, his eyes sank slightly, his gaze was cold: "What is it that requires you to give such a big gift?"

Elder Luo didn't notice the coldness in his words, but still narrated his words tearfully.