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The Cultivation Master’s Blackened Disciple

Clearly, she looked the same as before. How could she be so exquisite today?

Ning Yishu’s heart was in a mess. He promptly lowered his head, not daring to look again.

When Bai Weiwei entered the hall, her entire body felt unwell.

Because at the same time, the system’s notification rang.

【Ding. “I’m the prettiest, most beautiful” medal function, activated. Lighting boards ready. All females on the scene automatically dim by three points. Rose petal perfume sprayed.】

Bai Weiwei: “…”

【Background music turned on–The boundless horizon is my love, At the foot of the continuously green hills the flowers open1…】

Bai Weiwei, whose face had no color: “…”

What kind of ghost was this, she was embarrassed enough to fly off.

Next to her was Grand Heavens Mountain’s shizu. Qiu Bai, who was also a Nascent Soul stage cultivator, was somewhat surprised.

“Shimei, in these two years I haven’t seen you, you’ve been very good at maintaining your youth, ah. Truly a radiant beauty.”

Bai Weiwei: “Hehe.”

Standing before African natives, the sow will beat Diaochan.

This medal originally had this sort of function.

Then, Bai Weiwei only needed to sit down to the side to enjoy the cool air.

After Qiu Bai read off the names of the disciples who were eligible to enter the hidden realm, they prepared to enter Scarlet Moon Mountain.

Bai Weiwei took a quick glance at Ning Yishu.

She suddenly said coldly: “You, come here.”

Ning Yishu visibly tensed. He bowed his head, his eyes dark, but still respectfully stepped forward.

“Shifu.”

Bai Weiwei shot him a glance of disgust and loathing.

“Keep up.”

Ning Yishu was stunned. Then he couldn’t help but raise his head.

But he hadn’t even gotten a good look at Bai Weiwei when a slap already hit his face.

“Waste, who let you raise your head? Roll down.”

Ning Yishu only felt a pain on his face, but unexpectedly it carried a fragrant wind with it.

The pain was nothing, but the ridicule of others and Bai Weiwei’s disgusted tone made his heart surge with a bloodthirsty impulse.

He gritted his teeth, “Yes, shifu.”

Bai Weiwei sighed, “The hero of this novel is a typical case of playing the pig to eat the tiger5.”

He was too weak in the early stage. Even if he was being miserably bullied, he could only endure.

After he gained power, of those people who bullied him, each and everyone of them, he will make them suffer.

He was a stereotypical shuangwen protagonist. Black-bellied and cold-hearted, revenge was inevitable.

System: “Yeah, ah. You bully him as much as you can, but then he skins you and cuts up your flesh, and then sacrifices your soul.”

Bai Weiwei’s face was displeased. She complained sadly, “Bully, and I die a miserable death. Don’t bully, and I get struck by lightning. Am I easy?”

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