"Hoo!"
Xue Bucai sat up with a start and found that he was wet all over. The surrounding environment was also very strange. It was all ancient and fragrant.
'What does it feel like?'
'Did I drown just now?'
"Master, you finally wake up?"
Xue Bucai went to look for fame.
A beautiful girl in ancient clothes was sitting by the bed.
"Ancient... beautiful girl in ancient costume?!"
The girl in front of Mingming has never seen it before, but Xue Bocai has a sense of deja vu, which is very subtle.
The sad look on the ancient beauty girl's face was restrained, she stood up slowly, fiddled with her skirt, and said coquettishly, "Master, how can you do this?
You said that I recognized my beauty, but you said that I could not accept my ancient clothes. Take a good look at it, I am dressed in fashion. "
'Fashion? What is it? Is that what ancient people should say? ' Xue Bucai began to be confused.
The girl's plump and exquisite blouse has ancient charm without losing vitality. It looks normal, but there is something else in other places.
The light sleeves are separated from the jacket, and they are worn on the arms like armguards. The smooth and pink shoulders are gently exposed, slightly green.
The skirt under the waist is like a flower petal. Three leaves are separated, one of which is waist high and extends to the knee. The curvy leg is three fingers wide because of the body curve.
He looked shocked, 'I'm wearing leggings. It's definitely cosplay!'
The girl is wearing ancient clothes that have been processed by modern art in ancient dramas. How can normal ancient clothes expose their legs so easily?
'It seems that I didn't cross the road, but I was just fooled.'
Xue Bucai had no time to rejoice. A memory hit his tired brain like a bolt from the blue.
'Bad!'
'When a person's memory is imposed on me, I will definitely pass through!'
The original owner of this body is also called Xue Bocai. He was an ordinary disciple of Xuanyan Temple. By chance, he was passed on by the flaming bird, which made him soar in his studies.
Not to mention being promoted to an inner disciple, he also won the certificate of three good disciples for three times, and the representative of two excellent spiritual skills courses. He completed the school system that others can only complete in five years in just three years, and won the name of the first genius of Xuanyan Temple!
And less than half a year after graduation, a new small sect was set up, called Chiling Pavilion.
This kind of life is absolutely smooth.
'Is it true that the name of the city will be changed after crossing?'
Xue Bucai's mouth twitched.
'If you have the same name, you should have the same name. But what does your sect and excellent discipline represent?'
'Do you play contrast cuteness? Just like the women's wear tycoon who doesn't have sex change surgery every day? '
'But... a girl is a girl, and a dress boss is a dress boss. If a dress boss really becomes a girl, it will not be so smelly.'
'So the world is not bad, at least I can play catchwords with impunity.'
At this time, a woman's face, which was so charming that it was almost enchanting, appeared in Xue Bocai's mind. Maybe it was because the original owner had mixed love and hatred for her. The face in this memory was extremely clear.
This girl is called Fang Huairou. She is a good match for her original master in terms of appearance, talent and birth.
This is also the reason why the original owner thought he could eat her. He was as generous as his future wife when he gave gifts.
However, Fang Huairou's appetite grew bigger and bigger, and she stole the flaming bird inheritance of the original owner.
Fang Huairou, an old scum girl, only wanted to trap the white wolf with her bare hands. Finally, she persecuted the original owner without humanity.
The scum girl also threatened the original owner, claiming: "I didn't kill anyone to hide my feelings for the sake of your infatuation. If you dare to expose this to my bad reputation, I will not forgive you!"
The original owner knew that he could do nothing, so he had to bear the pain silently in order to save the sect. Even Chen Yingxuan, the most trusted disciple, did not tell him about these tragic experiences, that is, the one who stayed by the bed to take care of Xue Bocai.
'Is this the main task that every reborn person should complete? Since I inherited your body, I will try my best to avenge you. '
Chen Yingxuan saw Xue Bucai's face was in pain and wanted to help him lie down. "Shifu, you are poisonous. You'd better lie down and rest."
Xue Bucai shook his head and said, "No, I will sit down for a while."
This body has been lying for too long. It is stiff and stiff. It's much easier to sit down.
"Master is much more energetic."
In Chen Yingxuan's memory, Xue Bucai has been lying for more than two months, her face is getting worse and less, and her activities are getting less and less. This is because she is willing to waste her accomplishments to help her recover.
It's really a happy thing to be able to sit up suddenly now.
Chen Yingxuan was not sure, hesitated for a moment, and simply sat on the bed, carefully supporting Xue Bocai.
Xue Bucai took a long breath and began to observe his own imaginary world.
From the memory of the original owner, we know that the friars in this world are called world immortals, and each world immortal has a virtual world.
Immortals can plant grass, flowers and monsters in the virtual world.
The size of the virtual world determines how high the Immortal has cultivation, and the monster kept in the virtual world determines what kind of ability the Immortal will have.
On the latter point, Xue Bucai thought of the sentence "The creator is omnipotent". In the known range, the creator is really omnipotent, although he has never contacted the creator.
Xue Bocai was originally in the early days of the Triple Heaven. The size of the virtual world was 100 mu. He raised a ferocious animal and two spirit animals. He was definitely the best among the immortals in the world. Otherwise, it would be impossible to establish a sect.
It's a pity that Fang Huairou's Huaxian Powder turned the imaginary world of a peaceful place with birds singing and flowers fragrant into a stinking wasteland.
Xue Bucai's spirit body stepped on the ground. The soft and rotten soil texture and purple and black color reminded him of chemical pollution.
"This side of Huairou is also too wonderful. Speaking of not killing others, it is actually believing in their own poison and is too lazy to do it by themselves. If I hadn't passed through, I would have died to death!"
The setting that the original master's body will be reborn through the passage is very common in the passage, so Xue Bocai is not surprised, and even does not panic when looking at this horrible virtual world.
"Presumably, the golden finger should appear."
Xue Bucai began to look forward to it.
