After Gu Qingzhu practiced the ruthless way, his luck was soaring.
Not only did she practice rapidly, but she also became the disciple of the youngest Yuanying, and there were five senior brothers and sisters who tried their best to give her treasures.
On days like this, you can advance even while lying down...
But the ancient sword she picked up on the road was disobedient and kept nagging in her ear:
——This senior brother is so handsome, that one is interested in forming pills, and the demon cultivator just now has abdominal muscles. They are all good candidates to be cannon fodder.
Even looking at the senior sister who is usually irritable and loves fighting, she also pondered seriously: "If you really want to, although it is a bit difficult to use women as cannon fodder, I can also think of some ways for you..."
Gu Qingzhu couldn't bear it: Don't say it's useless. If you want to be cannon fodder, I don't think anyone is more suitable than you.
Nazhi Gujian was silent for a while, and his voice was gentle and a little shy: It's not impossible...
Intention: Cultivation
