My name is Senior Brother, forget it, I don't know what my name is, yes, I have traveled through time.
At this moment, I am lying on the bed of 800-798 square meters, drinking the 82-year-old turtle soup, surrounded by smoke, so happy.
. . . . This is not good at all, hey!
"Disciple, how do you feel? I specially caught the 82-year-old spirit turtle from the spiritual beast Master Feng next door. This bowl of turtle soup was added with all kinds of rare things, including poisonous centipedes and black earthworms. The tonic food was stewed for seventy-seven and forty-nine hours! Disciple, drink it quickly and don't be too moved!" Lao Deng, who claimed to be my master, wiped away the non-existent tears and handed the bowl of dark soup to my mouth.
"Pfft!" It was spicy and numb, and a mouthful of soup spurted out from my 37-degree mouth, flying directly on Lao Deng's face.
"Disciple! Son!" The master jumped up violently, struck the disciple's head with his palm, and slapped it with several palms. The disciple was killed, and the master laughed and walked away.
In the thirty-ninth year of the Taiyuan calendar, at the Jiuhua Sect's Lingcao Peak, the master actually beat his apprentice to death. Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morals? ——The junior sister of Lingxi Peak said this
Intention: Grow up well