MTL - My Disciple Died Yet Again-Chapter 37 Beaten

"Cough, Shimei, this is the new apprentice of Taishishu." He has already begun to smother the swearing words, and Ziyan has to remind the woman who is holding the baby.

The red silk stayed for a moment, and looked back at the unsatisfactory face of the uncle, and still did not give up on the small corps in his arms. "It turned out to be a disciple of Taishishu, I don't know what the name is?"

Yu Yan stunned for a moment, thought about it, and said, "She is naturally with my surname Yu, single word ... two!" The second apprentice.

Tuanzi wished to capture his face in an instant, you are two, your family is two!

"Hey, the little doll spoke to me." Looking at the scorpion waving his little hand in his arms, the red silk even more liked it, and couldn't help but kiss her on her little face.

Zhu Yao, who was slobbered with a slobber: "..."

"But this baby is too small, Xing is not weaning, just I recently caught a beast that is breastfeeding, can feed her by the way. Or will I help Taishi uncle for a few years?"

Yu Yan was only a raise, and the small scorpion in the red silk arms automatically flew back into his arms, coldly replied, "No."

Red silk frustrated and sighed, still not dying, his eyes glazed with a small scorpion, "such a small child, still have to eat milk to grow up."

Wishing a moment to shake, turned and buried in his master's arms, and smashed the saliva on his face. The strange uncles and aunts of this world are so many, or Master is safe here.

Oh, no, isn’t Master the first to take her?

Yu Yan was very satisfied with the actions of the little apprentices. She sorted out her little clothes and continued to talk about the red silk. "If this is the case, you will send the beast to Yulin Peak tomorrow."

After that, they did not wait for their reaction, and they flew back to Yulin Peak with the newly recruited little apprentice.

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Zhu Yao feels that he is about to become a pig. He does not sleep every day, or sleeps. Master took all her life in one hand, eating the rice paste he cooked, wearing the little clothes he had made by himself, and even sleeping, and lying on his bed.

Of course, she is sleeping, and Master is just meditating.

The only thing that can't be tolerated is that he has to be hands-on for the hair bath. Although she is a kid now, is the baby still shameful? Every day, I was stripped of light by a man, thrown into the water, left and right, and she was... she... she was used to it.

I wish that the face of the face is looking up at the sky, oh, hard, and anyway, her temperament has fallen almost, and there is not much left.

Yu Yan took the group's apprentice out of the water, wiped the water, and dressed her, staring at her round face and piled up her doubts. It’s strange that he is an apprentice. When he first came back from the beginning, he often got angry and cried. How to raise more and quieter, now don't say it is crying, even the expression is gone, it will only collapse with a small face, staring at the sky with a pair of round eyes. He even suspected that her face was not hurt by what he could not find? So it will be awkward.

Yu Yan’s hands were loose, and he dressed up neatly and climbed up to the bottle containing the spirited beast. He took a few mouthfuls and drank it. Well, he could sleep after eating. The first time I was lying in the same place. Anyway, the rhythm is gone, she decided to be a pig.

The milk dad said with a sigh, picked up the small scum on the ground, went into the room, gently placed it on the bed, and covered the quilt.

I thought that the dumplings on the bed would not wake up for a while, and then I turned around and the young cub of the beast that was sent by the red silk was weaned. The mother would not produce milk after breastfeeding. He has to grab another one.

The baby's work is very strange. Even if I wish to be a big-year-old aunt, I can't control my body's needs. When I woke up, it was midnight, and the room was empty and I couldn’t see Master’s figure. Zhu Yao waited, but still did not see Master, so decided to climb out to see.

Although she is now a small arm and a calf, she climbed up very quickly. After a while, she climbed out of the yard.

It was very quiet outside, and I could hear the sound of the insects. It was very dark all around, but the strange thing was that she could see everything around her clearly. This feeling is exactly the same as when she built the foundation. Is her cultivation also reborn with her?

I wish you a little excitement and wanted to mobilize the aura in the body, only to find that Dantian is empty. There is nothing to mobilize at all.

What is so happy, she did not have any spiritual power at all. I wished that I was somewhat frustrated and climbed aimlessly.

Suddenly, one of the claws stepped on the air, and the body flung forward without control. The dragon rolled forward and finished!

I wish to have a conditioned reflex, so as not to hurt, so the fat body has become more and more happy. A lot of dirt was rolled along the road until she hit a soft object and stopped.

"Hey!" A low male voice came from the ear, and the next moment she was hugged up. "Get a little buns."

In front of him is a man in white, star eyebrows ~www.novelbuddy.com~ and still an acquaintance, "small boy!" Zhu Yao blurted out, but the voice is only the child's voice. If you just roll, you can roll to him, squatting.

Oh, no, how can the little boy grow up differently, although it is still the same face, but it is obviously much more mature than the young boy in the past, and the appearance is more sinuous. Even the chin reveals a short scum. She hasn't seen it for a few months, and the change is too big.

Wang Xuzhi naturally did not recognize her, smiled gently, took her into her arms, squeezed a dusty dust to clean up the dirt stuck on her body, pulled out her matted hair, "to be a cute little bun."

Zhu Yao gave him a blank eye, she just grew more round, where is the buns? The child's roundness is a blessing. When he was ten years old, he still looked like a buns. What face is saying me, hehe!

"How, not convinced?" Wang Xuzhi pinched her little face. "So round, white and tender is not a buns?"

I wish you to struggle with his claws, hey, little boy, you remember me, wait for the old lady to talk, and light up all your black history.

Seeing that she obviously wants to get angry, but still desperately collapses a small face, Wang Xuzhi is more happy, and the conscience found her little red face. "Okay, not angry, the brothers are joking with you." So late, you have a little steamed buns, how can you still run around?"

I wish to go too far and ignore him. She is not running out, she is rolling out!

"Which peak are you a disciple? I will send you back." Wang Xuzhi asked.

Zhu Yaoyiyi refers to the peak.