In the next ten days, Jiujiuba lived a miserable and hard life in the valley. He was now sleeping in a damp, cold, even stone-covered cave, and from time to time all kinds of insects jumped to his mouth and wriggled, very squealing!

"Hey, that chaste fierce man who rejects the unspoken rules of the female boss, get up and eat bamboo leaves!" Feimo's pleasant voice sounded from Jiujiuba's ears, "As an entourage, you dare to sleep more than me, did you eat enough to eat insects last night?"

Ninety-nine-eight iron blue face, this day he can't eat and sleep well, insects gnaw rats, and his body is a little numb and can't get up.

"Looks like you need my help!" Feimo moved his wrist slightly, making a creaking sound.

"What are you going to do?" Ninety-nine-eight instantly had a bad feeling of something big

"What are you doing, guess!" Feimo suddenly reached out like a long snake, and with a slight pull, he threw him out of the cave like a discus!

Nine Ninety-Eight drew a perfect parabola in the air, and hit the ground first and fell to the ground with a dog gnawing mud: "I'll go, you can't be gentle!"

"It's okay to be gentle, but I'm afraid you won't be able to stand it!"

Feimo walked over and threw an eyebrow, making Jiujiu and Eight tremble. Jiujiu couldn't help but muttered in his heart, this guy won't still be thinking about sleeping with himself.

However, after Feimo's toss, the paralysis of Jiujiu8's body was immediately thrown out of the clouds, turned over and jumped up, carefully patted the soil on his body, and ran away.

After a moment's thought, he planned to walk to the babbling brook not far away and wash his face before eating. The turbulent stream is like the rhythm of life, always playing the hymn of time. Ninety-nine-eight felt it, listened carefully to his pulse, and the rhythm of the thump complemented the stream.

They are water fighters, born in water and died in water, and if they want to cultivate, they absolutely can't do without water. The water of the stream here is crystal clear, making it a very suitable place for cultivation. Ninety-nine-eight gulped it and felt its hearty rush into his stomach.

"If it's for cultivation, it's pretty good here!" Ninety-nine-eight looked for prestige, but Feimo was sitting upstream, barefoot, playing with the stream.

Jiujiu and 8 spit it out: "I'm drinking water here, why are you washing your feet upstream!"

"So what's the matter, I'm the master and you're the slave, I'm a woman and you're a man, so naturally I should use the upstream first. Feimo said and continued to stir the stream with his feet, making waves of ripples.

"But you're disgusting, aren't you?"

"Disgusting? I didn't pour ink into it! And even if I didn't use it, do you know if anyone was peeing at the source? There's just such a stream in the valley, so you're going to have a little bit of it. ”

"Uh...... It's so reasonable!" Jiujiu also knew that he couldn't talk about Feimo, so he went back and held the bamboo basket and chewed on the bamboo leaves he collected yesterday.

This thing managed to turn the face of ninety-nine-eight green in just a few days. But looking at Feimo's ruddy complexion and broken skin, he doesn't look like a person who only eats this thing every day. It must be that he is opening a small stove behind his back again, although I don't know when, but it is definitely not just eating this boring thing every day!

"That Feimo ......" Jiujiuba, who was eating bamboo leaves, had a serious expression, and seemed to have something very important to say.

"What, do you think my footwash is delicious and ready to confess?" Of course, Feimo can't forget to tease ninety-nine-eight.

"Go, go, I'm talking about business. ”

"Wow, so you have other business!

"I mean, you teach me how to cultivate, Feimo. "Although Ninety-Nine-Eight has always hoped that the Question Mark Ancestor could teach him, it seems that the Feimo Sect seems to be a little more realistic now. As a water fighter with B-level strength, Feimo is still qualified to teach him an E-level one.

"But what's in it for me?" Feimo continued to play the characteristics of not being profitable and not early, and she didn't do anything that was not beneficial. I put on my shoes and socks and walked over.

Jiujiu Eight had already thought of the wording: "Since I am your full-time therapist, then my life and death are your life and death! If your strength is not good, not to mention that you will be given priority by the enemy, even if you barely survive, it will not be effective enough for you." ”

"Well, that's right!" Feimo nodded thoughtfully, "So ......"

"So...... "Who said that Jiujiuba was stupid, Jiujiuba felt that he was still very smart, and he persuaded Feimo so easily."

"So I'm going to change the therapist!" Feimo didn't follow the logic of ninety-eight at all. She just smiled evilly, revealing her little tiger teeth: "Change to a long and handsome, strong and high, and the ...... will fall down as soon as you push"

Jiujiu Eighty-one couldn't help but complain when he heard it: "What the hell is this push, why do you still have this mysterious requirement to find a therapist?"

"Because you're disobedient!" Feimo pretended to be angry, she liked to see Jiujiu Eight anxious but helpless, "And there is an unspeakable hidden at a young age, can you heal yourself or not, tsk, tsk, pitiful!"

"What is unspeakable, what is unspeakable?" This thing didn't understand ninety-nine-eight, and he pondered for a long time before he realized that Feimo was talking about him......

"I didn't!"

"If you don't, you can still sit still?" Feimo was about to sit on Ninety-Nine-Eight's lap as soon as he got his buttocks, and was once again hurriedly dodged by Ninety-Nine-Eight.

Jiujiuba's face was flushed, like a big red apple: "You don't want to teach or not!"

Feimo doesn't necessarily like him, but he must think it's fun to tease him: "It depends on the mood!"

This is simply the ultimate problem, Jiujiu8 suddenly found that he was still a fool after all, and he didn't know how to coax people at all: "Then is your current mood good or bad?"

Feimo didn't answer his question, and directly started his own lecture: "We water fighters, except for your special situation. The strength is often consistent with the name, from low to high, they are E, D, C, B, A, S grades...... Of course, there are also SS-class and even SSS-class ones in the legend. ”

Ninety-nine-eight naturally knows this: "But these are all common sense, I want to ask you for a special training method?"

"Are you listening?" Feimo really didn't like to be interrupted.

Jiujiuba was really afraid that she would suddenly stop talking, so she had to correct her attitude: "Okay, please continue!"

Feimo cleared his throat: "But this kind of strength grading is only qualitative but not quantitative, and the operability is not high." ”

Nine Ninety-Eight nodded: "That's true, it's like when I fell from D-level to E-level, I only knew that my strength had decreased, but I didn't know how big the specific loss was." ”

Feimo was very proud: "Therefore, I designed a set of quantitative calculation methods to facilitate operation. I told you secretly, even the teacher didn't know about it!"