Transmigrating into the Villain’s White Rabbit Master

There is some hot water left in the kitchen. But after walking so many times, Mo Shulin really didn't want to take a sip of tea and then go to the kitchen with the snow.

Even so many trips back and forth, the knee-deep snow was almost out of his way.

Regardless of the small thatched cottage, there are still a lot to do. Cleaning, repairing furniture, strengthening the roof, pushing away the snow, all you can see are the work to be done.

Mo Shulin strolled around and found that Bai Yuming was really lazy.

The usual places in the house are indeed clean. Bai Yuming will use the dust removal technique to clean up the dust and stains, but the corners and corners are as thick as the kitchen, and the cobwebs have formed one after another. The room was as cold as an ice cellar, but there were no bugs. And the house is raised for a short section, so there is no need to worry about water seepage on the floor.

Mo Shulin plans to clean the room every morning in the future. If it is sunny, push the roof and surrounding snow a little to prevent the house from being crushed by the snow. The appearance of a good apprentice has to be done.

The rest of the time is free to practice, and use the rich spiritual energy on Yuexue Peak to accumulate spiritual roots.

Mo Shulin's spiritual root was injured by the devilish energy, but it was not completely gone. Some simple spells could be used to facilitate cleaning.

It's just that if he doesn't want to clear the devilish energy, it will be difficult for him to build a foundation in this life.

It is not easy to clear the devil energy around the roots of the spirit, otherwise there will not be so many righteous and evil demon cultivation in the Cultivator Continent. Some people voluntarily indulge themselves in the devil, but more are poor people who are hurt by the devil and don't want to watch the end of their lives.

Mo Shulin was a Demon Venerable in his previous life. He had seen all kinds of Demon Cultivation and knew that the Demon Cultivation did not necessarily kill people. If there is a choice, who wants to be the evil cultivator with a bad reputation?

Although Feiyungu was poor, his father was a stern person. The father knew that he had entered the magic way, and was afraid that he would be so angry that he would fly out of the spirit-inducing flag.

Thinking of his parents, Mo Shulin couldn't help sighing.

His parents have long wanted to find a relationship to let him enter the inner sect of the big sect. Now by chance, he has become the closed disciple of the elders of the two poles. Maybe his parents will be happy?

It's just that Mo Shulin couldn't swallow the human blood steamed buns that were exchanged for the life of Feiyungu Whole Valley.

The **** picture was surging in his mind, and Mo Shulin really hated it. Fists clenched, nails squeezed into palms, but not as painful as the heart.

"Ahhhhhh! Why is this ghost king so good at it, it is about to bend." The voice from Bai Yuming's room interrupted Mo Shulin's thoughts.

Mo Shulin: "..."

"Oh my god. The Shura Field is coming. As long as Lord Demon Lord is handsome enough, I can do it."

The voice shouted so that the negative emotions in his mind were all gone. Mo Shulin was shocked by the words Demon Zun, and then he reacted, and he couldn't help but cursed in his heart with a demon spirit, and began to clean up the bedroom.

A few days later.

Mo Shulin got used to the days of Yuexuefeng.

He got up early in the morning, first cleaned the inner house briefly, and then began to clear the snow that fell on the outdoor corridor.

Yuexuefeng has had a few light snows intermittently. There was an avalanche on the other side of the mountain, which had little impact on the thatched house.

At first, Mo Shulin tried to calm down in the morning and dusk, but he whispered Bai Yuming outside the door, but what he got was "Don't abuse the heroine anymore", "Ah, the villain is him", "Don't be like this, Lord Demon", Such absurd dream talk.

When Bai Yuming didn't go out, Mo Shulin's life was no different from living alone.

Mo Shulin thought that he was reborn for the first time, and his soul was a demon lord covered with blood and blood. He was able to accept the death of his parents calmly, but he did not want to be sad like the spirits sealed in the wine cellar. As time went on, he had not Put it down, but it becomes more uncomfortable.

In the previous life, in order to survive, Mo Shulin searched for missions day and night to earn spirit stones. How could he have time to think about this.

Now the days are settled, but I am flustered by idleness.

Although Mo Shulin didn't have any expressions during the day, he always dreamed of his parents at night. Later, I set up a small incense case in the room and burned incense for Feiyungu every day, so my mind was calm.

Mo Shulin really imagined that his parents still had the wisdom, and asked him for help in the spirit banner.

But he dare not think.

His spiritual roots became like this, unable to cultivate, let alone revenge. If you choose to get into the devil, even if you rescue your parents, your parents will only curse him for rebellious son. Both left and right are wrong.

After a few days, the collapsed courtyard gate was completely covered by snow, leaving a faded thatch stubbornly slanted on the snow.

Mo Shulin, who was wiping the corridors, would have a sense of life experience when he saw that thatch.

I feel that thatch is as humble as him, yet he lives stubbornly in this blizzard. His life was saved by exhausting the lives of the whole family. This thatch also relied on the bamboo planks underneath to support it and survived the cold wind.

Suddenly there was a sound of humiliation on the quiet Yuexue Peak, and then I heard the sound of cursing in Bai Yuming's room, "What's the matter with this male protagonist. He actually deceived his master and killed his ancestor, and caused the same meridian to be broken. Such a man What is the difference between the master and the villain. It will be useless for the male protagonist to wash white. No, no, I have to write to the author, I want to send the blade, I am angry!"

Mo Shulin: "..."

It seems that Bai Yuming didn't sleep last night, so I read the night book all night.

Although he had been on the mountain for several days, he still couldn't get used to the sounds that Bai Yuming made from time to time.

Bai Yuming probably thought that the room was soundproofed very well, so he didn't even care about his existence. However, like today’s cold ground, Yue Xuefeng, who has no birdsong and insects, is very quiet. In addition, he still maintains the Qi-refining seventh-level cultivation base. Even if Mo Shulin is in his bedroom, he can still clearly hear Bai Yuming’s. Words from the bottom of the heart.

One night, he even heard Bai Yuming's belly laughing. The unpretentious laughter directly pulled Mo Shulin out of his nightmare, and finally fell asleep again. Only Bai Yuming's laughter was left in his dream, which was extremely aggressive. Sex.

Apart from this small problem, Bai Yuming is fine.

After all, Bai Yuming hadn't been out of the house in the past few days, and he couldn't find faults even if he wanted to.

The thatched house is just that big, and Mo Shulin has cleaned everything that can be cleaned in the past few days. The house is too old and dilapidated. In many places, only carpenters can fix it.

But the residence on the peak was paid for by the owner himself and built according to his own preferences.

Some people like to live in luxury houses, and some like to live in caves, so the head of the house will not allocate additional money to Bai Yuming to repair the house. Fang Guan was interested in fishing for oil and water, but Bai Yuming didn't open his mouth, and he couldn't just reach out and pay for money in Bai Yuming's pocket.

With a clean face, Bai Yuming, who is always a scripture for his disciples, naturally has no money to repair. Mo Shulin didn't expect the poor master to be of any use. As long as Bai Yuming doesn't lose the position of the elder, then he can use the name of a closed disciple to survive the day and save a little money.

Now that the mountains are covered by heavy snow, it is inconvenient for Mo Shulin to cut wood and repair the dilapidated house. He can only maintain the condition of the house first.

When the spring starts next year, he will repair the gate of the courtyard and make the fence. It is best to plant some hardy flowers and trees. In winter, it won't be so deserted, and you won't even be able to eat sweet potatoes.

Mo Shulin was deeply moved when he thought that he was starting to worry about things in the coming winter.

In the previous life, after taking revenge on the devil, he drank in the temple all day long, living in a daze. At that time, Mo Shulin didn't even care whether he could live until tomorrow, like a walking dead.

It was too late to be born again. Mo Shulin did his best to seek help from various sects, so that the old, weak and sick in the valley could leave the valley or hide. Although he escaped the tragedy of the slaughter by the demon soldiers, he became the **** of the smiling face and white head surrounding the valley.

This is probably destiny.

But compared to the previous life, Mo Shulin suffered a lot less. Although Linggen was also eroded by devilish energy, it was not as miserable as in the previous life. Although it is difficult to break through now, the cultivation base can still be maintained at the seventh level of Qi training, and it will not be completely powerless.

Not to mention, this life has become a closed disciple of Bai Yuming, and he does not need to be oppressed by his fellow students.

Mo Shulin clenched his fists, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

No matter what, he finally saw hope.

Hope every day.

Turned his head and looked at Bai Yuming's room.

Mo Shulin: "..."

There is no sound at this time? Every time he interrupted exactly when he was the most sad and uncomfortable, and instilled strange and vulgar plots into him, this little white rabbit really became a master.

After another two days, Mo Shulin finally survived Bai Yuming's magic sound offensive to get the spirit stone.

Mo Shulin, who had cleaned the house once, did not wait for Bai Yuming to leave. Seeing the sun was about to rise to the top of his head, and noon was coming, Mo Shulin's heart also began to feel uneasy.

It is not surprising that a cultivator has been in seclusion for one and a half years. The bipolar gate is a martial art, and will not pit one or two spirit stones.

But Mo Shulin was the one who had suffered, and he deeply understood that the spirit stone without hands was not his own. Mo Shulin worried that Fang Guan would serve Yang and Yin, and he was not sure whether he had taken the name of the closed disciple.

To prevent imposters, clerical tokens, disciples' clothes, and registration lists, these trivial matters cannot be taken by themselves, and must be carried by those who have already started.

If it's an outer disciple, then it will be taken by Fang Guan who took over the task from the beginning. If you become an inner disciple, your senior will usually lead a new disciple. Bai Yuming had no other apprentices, so Bai Yuming had to take him personally to prove that Bai Yuming really accepted him as a disciple.

Bai Yuming is fascinated by reading, and Mo Shulin dare not urge Bai Yuming. Now that it’s the day to get the money, Mo Shulin feels that he has a relatively good name.

After burning a pot of tea, Mo Shulin decided to try it out first.

Mo Shulin knocked on the door lightly and asked in a low voice, "Master, I have heated some tea. Would you like to taste it?"

"Wait a minute." Bai Yuming's voice was with some surprises and doubts. Then there was the sound of rustling fabric and the sound of barefoot stepping on the floor.

Mo Shulin's face was flushed.

Wouldn't this person wear no clothes in the bedroom?

After a while, Bai Yuming said, "Come in."

There was a little panic in his voice, as if talking left and right, looking for any little secrets that were not hidden.

Mo Shulin held the tea with one hand and pushed the door with the other, carefully peeping in. Seeing that familiar red dress, Mo Shulin breathed a sigh of relief, and the action of pushing the door came down naturally.