Covered by My Disciples, I Walked Sideways

[Advance copy of "When the Villain Becomes the Heroine's Protective Pendant [Putting Through the Book]" is below] The second before he died in the thunder tribulation, what Yan Wang was thinking about was whether his little disciple, who had just reached the golden elixir stage, could successfully survive the Age of Ending Dharma and wait until the spiritual energy was revived. Thousands of years later, Yan Wang reached a deal with Tiandao and returned to the world under the protection of Tiandao. Although her body has shrunk, although her cultivation is completely gone, and although her spiritual roots are gone, this cannot stop her from being a master and caring for her disciples. But why is the development different from what she imagined? Seeing the cute and cute disciple in his memory again, Yan rushed forward in a hurry and was caught off guard when he saw the spiritual tablet held in the hands of his beloved disciple. Respect the teacher without any presumption Wuwu:? ? ? Who is dead! Seeing the little beggar talking nonsense for the first time, Eleven recalled the day when he first met that person. He was also so down and out. Fortunately, a pair of warm hands held him, and Eleven became what he is today. "My child, are you willing to be my disciple? If you join my master, no one in the world will dare to bully you." The low words were just like what the man said thousands of years ago. Yan Wang: Meow, meow, meow? Who should I join? The traitor has deceived the teacher! ! ! Many years later, with a sore back and weak legs, Yan Wang lay on the bed, gritting his teeth and hammering the bed, bullying the teacher, as if no one knew how to do it! Warm reminder: 1. The heroine has big golden fingers, flowing cultivation, and an iron ceiling of combat power. 2. The heroine is the demon cultivator, and the words "good guys" have long been gone to heaven and will never be seen again. 3. The training levels are all from Du Niang, with minor changes. 4. Slowly popular (perhaps) about people cultivating immortality, with campus content ———————————————— Pre-receipt of "When the Villain Becomes the Heroine's Protective Pendant [Through the Book]" After entering the book and working diligently to follow the plot for ten years, Yin Yuezhi woke up and found that he was actually a mortal villain in a book about cultivating immortals. According to the plot, she has just secured her position as the leader of the Demon Sect, and she wants to do something big to intimidate the demon cultivators from provoking the righteous monks and at the same time announce to the world that the Demon Sect has officially changed its master. And the person she chose to die turned out to be the female protagonist Jiang Yan, the senior sister of the first sect of Zhengxiu. With the heroine's aura protecting her body, Jiang Yan not only won't die when she is chasing her, but will also get adventures under the cliff, her cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds, and the last thing will nail her to death in front of the Demon Sect's palace. Yin Yuezhe: "... I cried, really." Jiang Yan was reborn at the age of eighteen. The elder sister of the Sword Sect, who had been known as a genius since she was a child, was a waste who couldn't even break through the foundation building in her life. She was so weak that she couldn't even pick up a sword. I met Yin Yuezhe at Qingya's three-year disciple recruitment meeting. The person in my memory who had a gloomy face and often wore a cruel smile seemed to have become a different person at this time. Dressed in white and docile, she was smiling harmlessly behind him. She only needed a little bit of candy to make her smile. No matter how she looked, she didn't look like the same person in her previous life. Until the man walked up to me covered in blood, then hugged him and cried out ———————————————— Hug Next Door has been completed: "This marshal belongs to me" "My Wife Says She's Not Superstitious" "So you like me too" Intention: Good and evil do not distinguish between camps, everything comes from the heart