Douluo Changed His Life with a Sword

"Since that's the case, why did you come to this extreme northern place, Xiaodao? Judging from the situation just now, the degree of danger here is far beyond your current tolerance."

"Old man, do you think I want to? I'm also very helpless, okay?"

"Isn't there a bastard who has been yelling for me to recover my strength quickly, or he will swallow me?"

Mo Nian, who was practicing with his eyes closed deep in the soul space, opened his eyes, snorted coldly, and then continued to practice.

Let's hope the bastard wasn't talking about him.

"Otherwise, I will leave Shrek Academy, a place that is suitable for the elderly, and come to this place where nothing shits like to drink the northwest wind?"

"Under the big banyan tree, on a deck chair, enjoy the breeze, immerse yourself in the ocean of books, play with the spirit in your spare time..."

"Go shopping twice in three days, looking for delicious food, and when it comes to eating, I start to miss the gold silk noodle from the big bald shop owner in Tiandou City. I'll take you to taste that taste some other day..."

The old man's arrogant ancient sword is trembling: How can this kid be so ignorant at such a young age? !

Dao Feng didn't notice it at all, thinking that the old man was overly excited by the temptation of delicious food, and secretly decided in his heart that he must take the old man to eat all of Tiandou City after going back.

The old man will be very happy!

"Or drink tea with Lao Zhao, San Tiao Jin and the others, and enjoy the girls' big eyes shining with little stars. How pleasant are those little days?"

"But there is no way, so I came to this extreme north to see if I can find enough cultivation resources to restore my cultivation."

"Little Daozi, you can't be greedy for pleasure, the human race will finally be supported by you little fellows." Mr. Meteor Xing persuaded Daofeng with some earnestness.

He didn't really think that Dao Feng was a foodie who didn't want to make progress and was greedy for pleasure. After getting along with him these days, he knew better than anyone how desperate this young man was in his cultivation.

It's just that young people are talented, and they are going so smoothly all the way, it is inevitable that they will slack off, and they still need to be beaten in advance.

"Old man, you are here again. Why should we, small shrimps like us, worry about these big things?"

"This……"

"Uh, little knife, your little friend, and your pet was buried alive in the snow." The old man suddenly realized a very serious problem.

Dao Feng: "It's okay, practitioners of my generation are not afraid of wind, snow and severe cold? Zhu Qing would not blame me if he thought about it."

Meteor: "..."

Enough!

……

When Zhu Zhuqing opened his eyes drowsily, what caught his eyes was a swaying and overlapping flame.

The nose twitches slightly, (╯▽╰) smells so good~~

The blurred vision became clear, and her expression changed suddenly!

Not far away is a huge white bear!

She is like a frightened wild cat, throwing off the quilt and bouncing up violently.

Martial soul possessed!

Bear, bear to death!

Dao Feng then withdrew from the cultivation state, looked at Zhu Zhuqing who was tense up and put on alert, and said: "Don't worry, this bear won't wake up for at least two days."

This scene seems familiar.

That night, it seemed that he had done something very bad to a certain cute bear...

Um, it's all over, don't mention it.

It was only then that Zhu Zhuqing saw clearly the blade of the cultivator sitting by the campfire.

Above the campfire was a pot that was gurgling and boiling.

He is well prepared...

"Feng, what is this?" Zhu Zhuqing carefully pointed to the sleeping little bear.

The blade flipped casually, and said indifferently: "A ignorant little guy, he asked it to borrow a tree hole with a good voice, and it dared to refuse..."

"Borrowing its tree hole is to look down on it, but we can't kill it directly if we don't mess with it. The main thing is the smell of blood. Since we are not sensible, we can only knock it unconscious in a circle."

Zhu Zhuqing: "..."

Looking at the pitiful appearance of this little bear with a bruised nose and swollen face, it is obviously not a matter of punching!

But she let go of her vigilance completely.

Without him, there is nothing to worry about.

"How is Ling?"

Zhu Zhuqing came and sat down beside Dao Feng, and poked Ling who was still lying on the quilt with his fingers.

"Chirp..."

so fragrant...

Dao Feng spread his arms and smiled at Zhu Zhuqing: "Listen."

Zhu Zhuqing pursed his mouth angrily, and poked Ling's stomach with his jade finger: "I just know how to eat!"