"Isn't it dead? I can't finish it like a bed bug." The snake deacon rolled his eyes, "Go on, no one is allowed to attack them without my orders, and let that guy deal with it first."

...

Xie Qingyun woke up in a daze, and the surrounding environment was very familiar.

"Is this back to the tower?"

"I've been heartbroken and ran back to the tower to hide from healing?"

"Half a year has passed?"

Although he was used to the weirdness of this dream, his dream of "serial drama" still made him feel at a loss.

"Senior brother, it's time to eat." The little Taoist priest put the food box in outside the door.

"Junior Brother Jingshi, can you blow your nose?"

Xie Qingyun looked at the old snot under the little Taoist priest's nose, and held his forehead with his hands, "Damn it, why do you always have a runny nose as a Qi Refiner?"

The little Taoist priest said honestly: "The master said that I must wait until my mind is stable enough to teach me the art of breathing."

Xie Qingyun sneered, "He lied to you, he had no intention of spreading you. You can never break through to the divine land if you cultivate your inferior spiritual roots in your life."

"Really, really?" The little Taoist priest felt as if he was struck by lightning.

Xie Qingyun suddenly showed a malicious smile: "Jingshi, junior brother, I have an offer, do you want to listen?"

"What, what?" said the little Taoist priest dumbly.
Chapter completed!