Vague memories flooded into Nightfall's mind.

Because the voice of the night died had a strange ability, and he was afraid that he would not be able to protect himself and be captured, so his father and mother were sealed when the night died for five months.

MMP, why are there so many things?!

Nightshade cursed in her heart and re-entered the house.

The moment Feng Liuyan closed the door, the smile on her face disappeared without a trace, revealing a grim expression, and muttered in a low voice: "An ugly and strange waste, dead and dumb, still relying on the prime minister's mansion to eat and drink for nothing, so good to serve, what cousin, obviously a wild seed without a father and no mother!" ”

……

"Wild seeds?" A low, magnetic, and noble voice rang out in the room.

After unlocking the dumb hole, hearing Feng Liuyan's words, I couldn't help but wonder.

Isn't Night Dead the young master of the General's Mansion? What kind of complex identity is this?

Nightshade has a bit of a headache, and there are so many hidden things to play a game.

【Ding! Warm reminder: Night Death is not the young master of the General's Mansion. 】

【Ding! Mission: Find out who you are true about. 】

Nightshade touched his wrist, and a voice sounded in his head: "System, how to shape the spiritual root?"

[Host, seal your sense of touch, vision, lying on the bed, what attribute of the spiritual roots you want to shape, a few spiritual roots, as long as you keep thinking, when you wake up, you will be finished. 】

The night died one by one.

First there was a burning sensation, then a freezing sensation, and then electric currents throughout the body......

The pain is unbearable, and life is worse than death.

……

When Nightshade woke up, it was already night, and he inadvertently glanced at his wrist, where eight spiritual roots of different colors were faintly flickering. The whole person feels a lot stronger.

Cultivation is it?

Under the mask, the corners of Nightfall's mouth were slightly hooked.

Eight different colors of light surrounded Nightfall.

The night was quiet, and the man sitting on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and the beautiful eyes were dark and deep, like a whirlpool, into which everything could be sucked in.

Feeling that the aura on his body was much stronger, Nightshade reached for his wrist, and then evoked an evil smile.

"Yellow level, intermediate level, four small ranks."

The Night Death connects the eight spiritual roots together, and when cultivating, the level will be unified, and the cultivation will be slower, but it is two or three small steps stronger than the same level.

"Young Master Night, it's time for dinner." The handmaiden's respectful voice came from outside the door.

It's not hard to hear a hint of disdain.

This maid was sent by Feng Jingxin to take care of the night dead. The maid is called Fengxin, strong in martial arts, originally an assassin, injured and fainted on the edge of the cliff, was found by Feng Jingxun passing by, looking at her dress knew that she was an assassin, just because he lacked a secret guard, so he saved her.

After waking up, Fengxin was grateful to him and loyal, so he acted as a secret guard by his side to protect him.

Fengxin's martial arts are strong, and he is loyal to Feng Jingxun, Feng Jingxun trusts her very much, but he doesn't fully trust, after Nightfall lives in, in order to grasp the movement of Nightfall and detect Fengxin's loyalty, he sent Fengxin to Nightshade's side to be a personal maid.

Knowing that Nightfall is a waste and mute who can't be cultivated, Fengxin can only do it even if he is reluctant.

Watching the night die and eat and drink in vain and stay in the prime minister's mansion without doing anything, and stay in the room all day long and don't go out, like a young lady in the boudoir.

Windheart was even more disdainful of Nightfall.

"Come in." Nightfall's cold, low, magnetic voice faintly exited and reached the ears of the heart of the wind.

Her heart suddenly jerked uncontrollably a few times.

Suppressing the strangeness in her heart, she was a little surprised.

That waste dumb can actually speak!