My Disciple Died Yet Again

Thinking that the little dumpling did not have any signs of waking up in a short while, he then turned and got out of the door. The children of the spiritual beasts Hong Chou sent had already stopped relying on milk, and the mother beast would not produce any more milk after the breastfeeding period. He had to find another one.

The infant’s rest period was very strange. Even if Zhu Yao was a middle-aged auntie inside her heart, she still could not control the needs of her body. When Zhu Yao woke up, it was evening. The room was empty, and she could not see master’s figure. Zhu Yao waited for a moment, and she still did not see her master. Hence, she decided to crawl out of the house to take a look.

Although, currently, she had small arms and legs, her crawling speed was still pretty fast. Not even a while later, she had already crawled out of the courtyard.

It was very quiet outside, and she could faintly hear the sounds the crickets. Her surroundings were very dark, but what’s strange was, she was able to clearly see everything in her surroundings. This sort of feeling was the same as when she broke through into Foundation. Could it be that her cultivation level followed after her when she reincarnated?

Zhu Yao was a little excited, and thought of circulating the spiritual energy inside her, only to realize her cinnabar was currently completely empty. There was not even a single strand of spiritual energy she could circulate.

What? I got all excited for nothing. So, she did not have any spiritual energy in the first place. Zhu Yao felt a little defeated, aimlessly, she crawled forward.

In front of her, she suddenly stepped on empty air, and her body uncontrollably tumbled forward, guruguru, she rolled down the mountain. I’m doomed!

Zhu Yao reflexively hugged herself into a ball, to prevent injuring herself. Hence, she who had a plump figure in the first place, rolled down even more merrily. Following down the path, she stained herself with lots of mud, and only after she bumped into a soft object did she finally stop.

”Eh!” A soft voice suddenly sounded next to her ear, and in the next instant, she was carried up by someone. ”I picked up a little bun.”

In front of her was a white-clothed man. He was handsome and firm, and was even someone she was familiar with. ”Little wimp!” Zhu Yao blurted out, but what she let out was only the ”Iya” sounds of a baby. By randomly rolling down, she was actually able to roll down towards him, this sure was fate.

Eh, wait a minute, why did little wimp look different? Although he had the same face, evidently, he was more matured than that unripe young man before. His face was a little more sharpened, and there were even a few short stubbles on his chin. She did not see him for only a few months, wasn’t this change a little too big?

Naturally, Wang Xuzhi did not recognize her, and lightly smiled. Carrying her in his arms, he casually cast a Dirt Removal Art, cleaning the dirt stains on her, then, he gently pulled her messy hair. ”This sure is a cute little bun.”

Zhu Yao rolled her eyes at him. She was simply a little round, how was she a bun? Like he was the one to talk. It’s good fortune for little kids to be a little round, when he was ten years old, he looked like a bun as well. Hmph!

”What, you’re not satisfied?” Wang Xuzhi evilly pinched her small cheeks. ”You’re so round, so white, and so tender, if you’re not a bun, what else can you be?”

Zhu Yao struggled out of his demonic claws. Hmph. Little wimp, you have better remember this. When this big sister is able to talk, I will expose all of your dark history.

Seeing that she, very evidently, wanted to let out her fury, but still did her best to not show it on her face, Wang Xuzhi felt even happier, as though he had found his conscience, he helped her rub her reddened little cheeks. ”Alright, don’t be angry, don’t be angry. Senior-martial brother is only joking with you. It’s already so late, why is a little bun like you still running about?”

Zhu Yao turned her head to the side, ignoring him. She did not run out here, she rolled down here!

”Which Mountain are you a disciple of? I will send you back.” Wang Xuzhi asked.

Zhu Yao babbled as she pointed to the mountain peak.