Return to When the Villain Master Was Eight Years Old

* Chang Yubai felt that his master was out of his mind. He was determined to confront Long Aotian without saying a word, and he also liked to recite classic villain declarations. In the end, he was turned into an experience pack and died in the wilderness. After all, there was a master-disciple battle. Chang Yubai wanted to help his master collect the body, but unfortunately he ran into Long Aotian who had returned. Yes, he was directly regarded as an accomplice and killed. When he opened his eyes, Chang Yubai found that he was not dead and had returned to the human world market a hundred years ago. His good master suddenly transformed into an eight-year-old boy, waiting for someone to buy him away with a wary yet flattering look on his face. The cute dumpling is in the center of Changyu Bai's heart. Thinking of his former master's kindness in raising him, Changyubai decisively buys it. This time he will seriously guide his master's practice, especially to avoid Long Aotian-style characters, and not to become a leveling experience pack again. Since then, the travelers who walked a hundred years ago have been accompanied, and the figures, large and small, have never been separated. Time flies, Xiaotuanzi grows into a handsome man, and the cold master's appearance becomes more and more suitable for him. Chang Yubai looked in a daze, but he didn't expect the young master to say something shocking: "Are your master and I so similar?" Chang Yubai: Huh? "You raised me so big, don't you just think of me as your master's substitute? You always look at me and miss him, but he is obviously dead, why can't you forget it? Did I die in the hands of that Long Aotian like him, so that you can remember me?" Chang Yubai: Wait, what did you misunderstand? We clearly have a pure master-disciple relationship! Why did you suddenly embark on the strategy route? Hey! Nervous Tucao Monster x White Cut Black Green Tea ~~~~~~~ Pre-accepted by push, daily light comedy, if you like it, please collect and support: "Why is Master only 1.2 Meters tall?" Copywriting: "A man with Qingyun ambition in his chest means the highest peak of Lingyun! If you want to worship, then worship the strongest master!" Because of this bold statement, Jiang Wangchuan, who was only ten years old, argued hard and finally became a disciple of Mu Xianren, the strongest eldest son of Lingyun Sect. If he could have known the age of Immortal Zimu earlier, he would definitely not have succeeded in this feat. Jiang Wangchuan: So, why is there a child on the high seat during my apprenticeship ceremony? Master has a son? It doesn't matter, he is talented and intelligent, and he is not afraid of his master doting on his younger brother and neglecting him... Wait, what do you mean this is my master? Jiang Wangchuan looked horrified, finally realizing that there was no turning around, and the four-foot-old man on the high seat was asking himself with a cold face, do you want to regret it? Please, I've finished reciting the inner demon oath before you ask me? Jiang Wangchuan: It doesn't matter, he's just a child teacher. I just want to pamper him more... No, that's not right! This is an unscrupulous child! This is clearly a humanoid killer weapon that is just over one meter tall! Jiang Wangchuan was still resenting his impulsiveness one second, but the next second he witnessed the master's thin but devastating heroic appearance, and his regrets were immediately replaced by full-hearted admiration. Master! You are my own master! Please make me as strong as you! Zimu:...... Zimu (6 years old): Wait until you are my age. Purpose: Stand up for the ones you love