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Rong Wan, the number one swordsman in the world of cultivation, accepted a disciple, Xue Fengzhi.
She chooses the most suitable exercises for him, collects a house full of fairy grass for him, and helps him improve his cultivation;
But he was in a state of joy and chaos all day long, working hard to make his iceberg-like master's expression collapse.
Rong Wan: The soup made from medicinal herbs is very tonic.
Xue Fengzhi: Master, feed me.
Rong Wan:?
Rong Wan: Are there any magic weapons needed for the Immortal Competition?
Xue Fengzhi: I need Master to hug me.
Rong Wan:……
Rong Wan: The bedroom is a bit cold and may not be comfortable to live in.
Xue Fengzhi: As long as Master is with you, everywhere is a gentle place.
Rong Wan: ... Okay.
Disciple, he always thinks about what to do if he commits the following crimes?
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After Xue Fengzhi recovered his past life memory, he looked at Rong Wan with a puzzled and unbearable expression.
Xue Fengzhi: Master, why are you the only one beside me when my spiritual power is exhausted?
Rong Wan: ... I said I was just passing by, do you believe it?
Intention: Only sincerity is indelible
