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Today, Pentium woke up early and went to find some pine needles, ready to use the blood knife to treat corpse poison. He originally wanted to delay treating the other party's corpse poison once for five days, but who knew that the other party almost killed him, so he was so frightened that he quickly changed the time to once every three days. For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, he even felt that if he hadn't shortened the time in time, he was afraid that he would have been killed by the other party.

Although Pentium is angry in his heart, he will not bring displeasure on his face, in case he angers this evil star again, he can only suffer himself. In order to show that he had accepted his fate, he prepared pine needles for treatment early, hoping to win the approval of the other party.

Of course, everything is paralyzing the blood knife, and Pentium is not really giving up the chance to live. Now that he has cultivated the peerless Tianfeng, he has successfully cultivated the first layer of meat refining, and has started refining tendons, and he can't unseal many dantians, so he is not the opponent of the blood knife. According to his calculations, at least one level of cultivation has been successfully cultivated, and only then can he have a chance to fight for his life.

"Are you so active in helping me treat corpse poison, and are you in a hurry to die?" Blood Knife said coldly, and the atmosphere instantly cooled down, and a killing intent enveloped the surroundings with the falling dead leaves.

The anger in Benteng's heart surged, his hands were exposed, and his body gradually exuded a desperate momentum.

Ho ho, the blood knife let out a strange laugh from his mouth, his eyes were blood-red, and he made a murderous move.

Whew, he gasped heavily, and the gallop returned to calm, and said to himself in his heart, a man who was about to become a walking corpse, he didn't need to be like him. Suddenly, his heart was heavy by three points, it seems that I have to speed up the pace of cultivation, God knows when the blood knife will become a walking corpse, I have to escape his hijacking before he changes.

It seemed that the day of their break was coming, and I had to be prepared, a bewitching face appeared on a stone not far away, she looked at the two deeply, and then hid again.

After helping the blood knife to treat the corpse poison, Pentium sat on the ground and cultivated, time was urgent, how could he waste any more time. Now that the corpse poison in the blood knife body is one point less, and the strength is one point stronger, if you stop moving, what will you do to fight for your life?

Taishan College, a women's boudoir, a strange thing is happening.

A woman in a red dress was holding the head of a silver-haired mouse with both hands.

"Senior sister, you are becoming more and more proficient in the use of the Enlightenment Technique, and you don't need me to guide you anymore. A woman in a long blue dress said, looking at her tender appearance, it was the willow smoke and rain.

She was also in Zhu Yan's boudoir for a reason, and after reporting to the senior management of the academy that day, she came to Zhu Yan's boudoir. After entering the door, he found that Zhu Yan was studying the Enlightenment Method, so he pointed out on the side.

"I have to thank Senior Sister for this, otherwise I have to be proficient in using the Enlightenment Technique, I don't know how long it will take?" Zhu Yan stopped with both hands as she spoke, and thanked Liu Yanyu gratefully.

"Why did the senior sister torture me like this, maybe I will have to ask the senior sister for help in the future, I hope that the senior sister will not shirk when the time comes?" Liu Yanyu said unintentionally, but the listener was intentional, Zhu Yan looked at her solemnly: "As long as the senior sister needs my help, even if she opens her mouth in the future, she can help, and if she can't help find someone, she will help!"

Hearing such sincere words, Liu Yanyu was very touched and relieved. No matter who helps others, they want to hear two good words afterwards, even if she is as beautiful as a fairy. However, she didn't take the other party's words to heart, and just ignored them as gossip. When she had nothing to do, she took her leave.

After Zhu Yan saw this woman leave, she closed the door, held the silver-haired mouse in both hands, and stared at it: "She looks down on us, who makes the realm of the human family high? Others look down on us, we can't give up, we have to work hard to cultivate, strive to be stronger than them, and make them regret underestimating us!"

The silver-haired mouse squeaked twice, then nodded knowingly.

"You're so smart, you'll definitely be able to become a mighty rat in the future!" Zhu Yan touched the plush rat head and smiled lightly, as beautiful as the moment a flower blooms.

The silver-haired mouse was stunned, deeply attracted by the beautiful smile.

Perverted rat, Zhu Yan rubbed the hair of the silver-haired mouse with her hand, and rubbed its hair messy. Squeak, it protested loudly, how can it mess up other people's mouse hair, you still people's beauty?

This silver-haired mouse is a female, how can it be said that it is a perverted rat? Zhu Yan smiled embarrassedly and helped it comb its fur again.

The silver-haired mouse squinted his eyes and squeaked in satisfaction, as if to say, count you as acquaintances, or I'll bite you!

What a rude little mouse, Zhu Yan shook her head speechlessly, put it on the table, took out a book of exercises called Demon Refining Records in the storage bag and threw it to it: "Study hard, and then cultivate by yourself, I should also go to cultivate." ”

Demon refining is just an ordinary exercise for the contract demon beasts in Taishan Academy for the students, and Zhu Yan doesn't have to worry about being punished if she gives the exercises to the silver-haired mouse. However, how to say that refining the demon record is also a complete exercise, and the help to the silver-haired mouse is immeasurable.

Squeak, the silver-haired mouse nodded humanely, and then looked at the exercises in front of him.

Soon after Zhu Yan left, a figure appeared next to the tree not far away, he walked outside her boudoir, slowly opened the door and walked in, and closed the door smoothly.

Someone is coming, there is a murderous aura? The silver-haired mouse felt a chill in his heart when he saw the comer, is this here to kill me?

"This is the rat that Ye Wanting asked me to kill, I don't think it's very good, right?" The figure walked towards the silver-haired mouse as he spoke, and the killing intent became more and more powerful.

Squeak, the silver-haired mouse stood up with rat hair, hurried to watch the last page of exercises, and after reading it, he quickly jumped to the ground, wanting to make a hole and burrow into the ground, but was caught by a gangfeng.

"Little mouse, where are you going to flee, do you want me to give you a ride?"

Squeak, the silver-haired mouse screamed in pain as it was caught, writhing weakly in that big hand.

"Give me death, ah, the stinky rat dares to bite me, I will trample you to death......"

Between life and death, the silver-haired mouse bit the man, and took the opportunity of his hand to quickly run under the bed, find a small hole and dodge it.

"Stinky rat, you can escape quickly!" The figure showed an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, and after taking away the exercises on the table, he quickly left Zhu Yan's boudoir, and then disappeared into the vast sea of clouds.

After the figure was gone, the silver-haired mouse appeared on the table, touched its head as if it was thinking, and finally seemed to decide something, jumped off the table and got out of the crack in the door, and never returned.

In the cold wind, Pentium was sitting on the ground eating wild fruits, looking so careless. Not far away, the blood boiled in the pool of blood, and the smell of blood was pervasive, which did not disturb his interest in eating wild fruits.

"You're not a Buddha cultivator, why don't you eat meat?" Blood Dao asked lightly, looking down on a sanctimonious cultivator like Penteng in his heart, either pretending to be a person who was the same as before, or doing two-sided things.

Pentium frowned, this was the first time he had heard of a Buddha cultivator?

"Why, don't you know the people who cultivate Buddha?" the blood knife smiled, looking so cold.

Ben Teng shook his head, although he had seen some records in the book, he knew that there were many types of cultivators in the world. But I haven't seen the detailed division of cultivators, such as those who cultivate Buddhism, how to distinguish them?

"A person who cultivates Buddhism, commonly known as a monk, also known as a Buddhist cultivator......" Blood Knife said slowly, and suddenly sighed: "Once upon a time, human cultivators contended with a hundred schools of thought and were extremely prosperous, but it is a pity that the battles have exhausted the heritage of the human race!"

After listening to the words of the blood knife, Ben Teng's body trembled for some reason, because the words that seemed to sigh at the weakness of the human race turned into schadenfreude when he said it. This illustrates a problem, the blood knife is getting closer and closer to the walking dead, and it may be controlled by killing at any time, turning into a walking dead who only knows how to kill.

Tonight, I must cultivate the first layer of refining muscles and start refining bones, I don't have much time, and Pentium roared in his heart. He wondered why the Blood Knife had treated the corpse poison instead, but instead intensified his approach to the walking dead?