"Holy Cloud?"

"Not mighty!"

"St. Ann?"

"Not domineering!"

"Shenglin?"

"It's not good!"

“......”

“......”

"Holy Mengmeng?"

"White! Small! Immortal! You! Recognize! True! Dot! ”

"Am I not serious? Obviously, you're very cute~"

The Holy Son's big little face with a little baby fat is getting darker and darker...

Until Bai Xiaoxian's sleepy eyes couldn't be opened, the Holy Son finally reluctantly accepted his new name - Saint Mubai!

'St. Mubai, Mubai~'

The Holy Son whispered his new name softly, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was a little happy.

Bai Xiaoxian had already fallen asleep, and the Holy Son was sitting cross-legged on the side, instantly entering a state of cultivation.

......

A good night's sleep, Bai Xiaoxian stretched her waist, Chun Ying came in to serve her to freshen up, and the Holy Son also withdrew from the cultivation state, but compared to Bai Xiaoxian's refreshment, the Holy Son looked a little sullen.

"Dandan, what's wrong with you?"

The Holy Son glanced at Chun Ying and the others, and said lightly: "It's nothing, let's have breakfast." ”

Qiu Yue put breakfast on the table, and Bai Xiaoxian was soon attracted by the variety of delicacies here again.

After eating a bowl of lily pumpkin porridge, two mushroom vegetarian buns, a plate of shredded lettuce mixed with boiled lettuce, and a cup of stewed pears with rock sugar, she put down her chopsticks unsatisfied.

It's kind of a stretch...

After the meal, Bai Xiaoxian took the Holy Son Da to walk around the small courtyard, and the Holy Son Da once again expressed a strong protest against the title of 'Dandan'.

In the end, Bai Xiaoxian gave him a new nickname, called Tuanzi.

As the morning passed, no one came to visit or bother.

So, Bai Xiaoxian decided to start cultivating and strive to recover his cultivation as soon as possible.

There was not much work to do in the courtyard, so Bai Xiaoxian let Chunying and the others not have to guard her all the time, cultivation was the most important thing.

Three days passed, and Bai Xiaoxian was pleased to find that the aura in his body had begun to recover.

Although there was only a trace of it, it was enough for her to be happy, and maybe it wouldn't be long before her spiritual power could recover.

"Tuanzi, I have a little more aura in my body, how are you?"

The Holy Son drooped his little head and frowned, "No response." ”

Xiao Xian was able to absorb the aura here normally, but he couldn't, and this realization made the Holy Son very troubled.

......

On a crisp autumn afternoon, Bai Xiaoxian was taking a nap when she was suddenly woken up by a somewhat familiar voice.

Bai Xinhui led a group of people to rush into the West Nine Courtyard with a fierce momentum, and said proudly: "Call that person out." ”

Chun Ying hurriedly stepped forward: "Our young lady is resting..."

'Smack-'

Bai Xinqi stepped forward and slapped Chun Ying's little face loudly, and snorted coldly: "What kind of young lady is she, just a fool from a poor country." ”

As soon as Bai Xiaoxian came out, she saw Chun Ying stumbling after being slapped in the face.

"Haruzakura, how are you?"

Chun Ying covered half of her little face: "Miss, the slave is fine." ”

Bai Xiaoxian looked at the red slap marks on Chun Ying's face distressedly, she didn't want to worry about these people in front of her, she could tolerate them provoking herself, but she couldn't tolerate the people who bullied her.

"Apologies!" Bai Xiaoxian said coldly.

Bai Xinqi leaned closer to Bai Xinhui, and said with a disdainful look on her chest: "Miss Ben beat her, that's to look at her." ”

Bai Xiaoxian said coldly again: "I'm giving you a chance, apologize to her immediately." ”

Chun Ying hurriedly pulled Bai Xiaoxian's sleeve on the side: "Miss, the slave is really fine, Miss don't care about the slave." ”