Transmigrating into the Villain’s White Rabbit Master

Facts have proved that the two or three heavy snowfalls that Ye Qingling said really value this broken thatched cottage.

No matter how hard Mo Shulin tried to maintain, the thatched house fell under the first strong wind without any hesitation on the night of the heavy snowfall.

The knife-like wind was mixed with enough snow to bury people.

Boom.

No time for Mo Shulin to react.

The whole roof fell down like that.

The bamboo frame hit Mo Shulin's head directly, almost taking him away.

Thanks to this broken thatched cottage for a long time in disrepair, the piece of bamboo on Mo Shulin's head was damaged by insects, but it was harder than his forehead, which saved Mo Shulin's life.

The day before the roof fell, Bai Yuming also taught him what he said, "Don’t look at my house broken. Have you ever heard of "The Inscription of the Shao Shi"? If the mountain is not high, there is a fairy. The water is not deep, but there is a dragon. . Si is a shabby room, but Wu Dexin. This shows that no matter what the house looks like, how much money was spent on construction. As long as there is me."

Bai Yuming emphasized, "There is me!"

"It's gold and expensive enough, and you don't need those vulgar things to set off."

The master's literary talent is indeed outstanding, but his face is equally outstanding.

As a junior, Mo Shulin could only sigh Bai Yuming's otherworldly face while nodding his head and saying yes, indicating that the **** the Master said was truly unrebutting.

But whether the house is good or bad, Mo Shulin doesn't care at all.

He has been a human for two lifetimes, and he has long paid no attention to those foreign objects. He was grateful enough for Bai Yuming to give him a place to stay.

What's more, no matter how good you live, it is another person's house, and the middle-grade spirit stone in your pocket is yours.

Mo Shulin is not a kid, so he would rather live in a thatched cottage with spiritual stones than live in a magnificent palace.

But I didn't expect that Bai Yuming would grow white, but his mouth would be black and black. The thatched house lasted for so many years and nothing happened. As a result, Bai Yuming said yesterday that the ugly time fell the next day.

After Mo Shulin was awakened, he got out of the thatch for the first time, stepped on the thatch on the roof, braved the heavy snow, and ran to find Bai Yuming.

Bai Yuming was not seen around, nor was Bai Yuming's voice calling for help under the thatched roof.

Mo Shulin crouched on his hips, did not dare to scold the rabbit aloud, so he could only express the word "Grass!" with his mouth awkwardly, then took a deep breath, and then sighed heavily.

Mo Shulin sullenly stood beside the grass nest in his memory, and carefully pulled the thatch with his hands.

Not what Mo Shulin expected.

Under the thatch is a big white rabbit sleeping on all sides.

This is still a very fat rabbit. It is chubby, and its fur is snow-white and snow-white, softer than cotton, and it spreads out almost to fill the entire grass nest. Mo Shulin was so fat that he wasn't sure if this fat rabbit was his family's graceful, charming, unparalleled Yuede Immortal Venerable.

But this is not the time to think about why the master is so fat.

"Master, Master." Mo Shulin whispered.

Mo Shulin didn't dare to touch Bai Yuming easily, because he was afraid that Bai Yuming would be bounced or splashed with blood.

Bai Yuming is a Mahayana cultivator, so he can’t really think that Bai Yuming can be bullied casually just because he looks good at bullying. Otherwise, how could everyone desire to cultivate? What they cultivate is the absolute strength that cannot be defeated by any conspiracy or magic.

Mo Shulin's two small whistling noises before the wind were loud, Bai Yuming not only didn't wake up, he didn't even move his ears.

"Master." Mo Shulin had to speak louder.

This time, Bai Yuming reacted.

The little fat rabbit groaned twice and kicked the rabbit's legs, as if he wanted to kick the noise that disturbed his dreams.

Hearing the familiar voice, Mo Shulin was sure that this fat rabbit was really his master, not the fat rabbit that came over in the mountains and occupied the grass nest of master.

"Master." Mo Shulin continued his efforts and called out again.

This time, Bai Yuming turned over and turned his body into a ball, and a pair of rabbit ears were pressed by the rabbit claws on both sides of his head. Because of the posture, the short furry tail was raised and aimed at Mo Shulin.

Mo Shulin: "..."

So angry, but I really want to poke Master's tail ball.

Bai Yuming must have been reading the script without sleep, and only fell asleep until his body was too much to eat. Now it is the time when he is full of sleep and no one can wake up.

He gave up.

Mo Shulin simply sat up to the wind, took out a spiritual umbrella that could resist the wind and snow, and waited for Bai Yuming to wake up.

He wanted to sit for a while, memorizing spells and swordsmanship in his head several times. But he couldn't help but open his eyes again and again, looking at the fat rabbit with a ball.

Master is just such a round tuft.

The limbs are small.

There is a small tail.

I really want to poke.

No way, no way. Mo Shulin quickly closed his eyes and controlled himself so as not to go astray from being expelled from his teacher.

But Mo Shulin was worried that he would take one less look. Don't take advantage of the time when you can see it now, what if you never see Master again?

Mo Shulin was entangled and struggling until dawn, and when Bai Yuming woke up, he could not reach an ideal answer.

But the little fat rabbit who slept sweetly turned over one body after another, and his name was Mo Shulin admired that the fat rabbit has such a soft body. It can be seen that not only cats are liquid, but fat rabbits who have cultivated to the Mahayana period can also make all kinds of things. Liquid-like action.

Sun rise.

Howling angrily. The night's wind is tired.

The embarrassing land has long been covered by white snow, and the quiet and peacefulness of Yuexue Peak has been restored. The little white fox jumped in the snow, adding a bit of vitality to Yuexuefeng.

"It's early disciple." The sleepy Bai Yuming didn't even want to understand what was going on. He saw Mo Shulin next to him and greeted him instinctively.

"..." 1. Mo Shulin, who hadn't slept at night or practiced, "Master, good morning."

"The air is so fresh today. It's beautiful." The fat rabbit lay on its back in the grass nest and stretched its body lazily.

Mo Shulin watched the chubby white ball stretched a little bit and turned into one, then duang it, and bounced back into the ball in a moment of relaxation.

Mo Shulin's heart was so cute that Bai Yuming's appearance made his heart beat faster, but his expression didn't show the slightest bit, but there was a trace of resentment in his eyes, "Master, look around."

The Fat Rabbit yawned, and now he squinted his eyes. He obviously answered casually without looking seriously, "Huh? The snow is vast, very beautiful."

Mo Shulin: "..."

Forget it, it's not necessary, don't get angry, you have to respect the teacher and keep a calm mind.

Mo Shulin read the cross proverbs silently, "Master, the house has collapsed."

"Ah?! What?!!!" The fat rabbit jumped up, supporting his chubby body with its feet on the ground, and it turned its head and looked around.

"Ahhh? My house collapsed!" The fat rabbit pressed his claws on his face and couldn't believe what he saw before him.

His shabby room is gone! ! ! !

Mo Shulin kept looking at the rabbit's tail from the corner of his eyes, and sensibly warned himself that he must remain calm.

Lingshi, Lingshi, cannot poke, Lingshi, Lingshi, cannot poke...

Bai Yuming believed that his shabby room really collapsed, and could only maintain the dignity of a master that he didn't have in the first place, "Hey, you see, this house is not good at psychological quality, so I can't help but praise it. Small books and books can be a warning. ."

Mo Shulin: "..."

This broken house is repaired at no cost, and it's useless to say 10,000 praises.

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