After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

"Is there any other way?" The man in red asked, and then answered, "If there is another way, why are you and me here?"

It was as if he and his host were in a general situation.

Obviously, he is taking care of the host every day!

Yan Ge groaned, but didn't speak.

She lifted the thin blanket covering her body, turned her back slightly to the man, and put on the host's clothes, piece by piece.

The host ca n’t practice, and her storage bracelet has very little space, but this kind of magical tool that can be opened to the host who has no aura on her body must be an extraordinary storage bracelet.

Yan Ge didn't know that when she was slowly dressing, the man's gaze always fell on her smooth and delicate spine, and his gaze was absent for a long time.

After dressing, Yan Ge turned his head again, raised his head and squinted, and the man still immersed in the book replied, "I'm gone."

"Ok."

Her voice was low, but his voice was lower than hers.

Makes this brief conversation as if it never existed.

Yange turned, and certainly opened the carriage door.

As soon as the curtain of the car flashed, Yan Ge's figure disappeared into the eyes of the man. Until then, the man slowly looked up and looked at the door that had been restored as before.

He slowly closed the book in his hands and placed it in the dark compartment on the floor.

It seemed that the smell of the liquid mixed with his body remained in the carriage. He narrowed his eyes slightly, seemed to be intoxicated by the taste, and reached out with a wave of his hand the next moment, and everything was restored, as if nobody had touched Looked like.

He got up and took the red paper umbrella off the car wall. The door had not been opened, but his figure had disappeared from the door.

The glowing fireflies were leading the way for Yange. It seemed to know that Yange was not walking fast. Although the firefly kept a distance from Yange, it never flew away.

Yange talked to the chicken in the consciousness: "Are there any exercises suitable for this body?"

The host cannot cultivate, even if it is an inhuman and ghostless existence, it cannot change her physical constitution.

This is why so many years have passed and the host still lives like this day after day.

The host wants to change but is unable to change.

The cock's high voice was a little cheery, "This body is inherently uncultivatable and cannot do anything."

The chicken's words just fell, and Jiuwei's voice sounded: "The body of the furnace should be very suitable for practicing the method of picking the yang and replenishing the yin. Sister, try this method?"

His title of Yange has changed from Grandpa Mao to a more intimate sister.

The "sister" shouted from his mouth, sounding intimate and ambiguous.

There is also a lot of knowledge about the songs of Cai Yang Bu Yin, but she has already turned it over, and she is not suitable for this body.

The body of the host, as the cub said, was born without any spiritual roots, and naturally, it could not attract the aura into the body.

In fact, it is not impossible to use the most brutal exercise method to train the host ’s body into a carrier that can carry the aura. If you don't take people's anger, you will crack into ashes.

Yan Ge can withstand that cruel and inhuman exercise, but the host cannot support it for seven or seven forty-nine days.

So even knowing that this fox is unreliable, Yange still asks: "Do you have a more special method of collecting yang and replenishing yin?"