The Mighty Cauldron: Extreme Alchemist! Chapter 1942: : Survive to survive

"I, my name is Liao Pingan. ┡E" Ω novel www*w.Ω1XIAOSHUO.COM" the thin and thin young man with a **** face whispered.

The middle-aged man frowned insignificantly and said, "You don't want to be my disciple?"

The young man named Liao Pingan bowed his head and said nothing. He had never heard of the name Mo Shouhei, and he didn't even know how earth-shattering this seemingly ordinary middle-aged man was.

After all, Liao Pingan is just the lowest disciple of the Meteorite Sword Villa. He has never seen anything in the world, and has no idea of ​​the strongest people in this world.

For Liao Pingan, the elders in Meteorite Sword Villa are already strong in his mind.

Mo Shouhei snorted, and while waving his hand, he held the young man in his hand. There was a look of horror in the young man's eyes, and he didn't know what he was going to do to him.

"Whether you like it or not, I stick to the black disciple, there is no room for rejection, from now on you will be my disciple." Mo Shouhei said very strongly, his eyes staring coldly at Liao Ping An.

"Yes!" Liao Ping'an trembled, not dare not to agree.

With a flick of his black hand, Liao Ping'an was thrown to the ground, as if he had lost a useless thing.

"I will not help you. I want revenge. I want to impose my own pain on those people a hundredfold, so I can live forever. Even if I get trampled under my feet, you have to live. Go down."

"I can teach you the ability to reach the sky and earth, but if you are really a trash, then I will not care about you. It is better for the useless things to die earlier."

"Three months later, if you are still alive, come to see me on this mountain again."

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Liao Ping An is still Liao Ping An, and Meteo Sword Villa is as calm as ever, but the only thing that is a little uneasy is that Liao Ping An is disfigured.

Previously, there were no people interacting with Liao Pingan, but now Liao Pingan’s appearance has been completely ruined, and his face has become extremely ugly and hideous. Those colleagues who saw him were like seeing evil spirits. They didn’t want to look at him straight. Isolate it.

Liao Ping An became more silent, and the elders of Meteo Sword Villa didn't even bother about the disfigurement that Senior Brother Zhang used his sword on the mountain. It seemed that he had forgotten Liao Ping An.

However, disfigurement is also beneficial. Usually, those who like to bully him seem to think that Liao Ping's face is too disgusting, so he didn't bully him much anymore and made Liao Ping's life more peaceful for two months.

But in the third month, Brother Zhang once again led Liao Pingan to the mountain.

Liao Ping An did not resist, let alone struggle, just like an unconscious puppet, let them pull.

"Senior Brother Liao, the wound on your face seems to be healed." Senior Brother Zhang said with a smile.

Liao Ping'an didn't speak, lowered his head and didn't look at that brother Zhang, he was afraid that brother Zhang would show resentment in his eyes.

Seeing that Liao Ping'an didn't speak, Senior Brother Zhang was also very straightforward and kicked Liao Pingsheng to the ground.

This kick is extremely hard, and Brother Zhang's cultivation is not weak, it is not something Liao Ping'an can hold.

I saw Liao Ping vomiting blood on the spot, and his whole body was constantly shaking on the ground, obviously the injury was serious.

Senior Brother Zhang looked cold, condescendingly looking at Liao Ping An: "How can we have wastes like you in our Falling Sword Villa? If you let other swordsmanship sects know, my Falling Sword Villa can't even use a sword. Isn’t that wasteful of others to be laughed at."

While speaking, he kicked Liao Ping'an again.

Liao Ping An snorted. He just wanted to raise his head, but was stepped on the head by that Senior Brother Zhang, and directly stepped Liao Ping An on the ground, unable to move.

There was no one from the same door around him to stop him. At most, he cast a few pitying eyes at Liao Ping An.

"Liao, or you should get out of the Falling Sword Villa, otherwise you will look like a ghost, I am afraid that you will frighten the juniors and sisters who have just entered the villa." Senior Brother Zhang laughed, with a hideous look on his face. And delightful.

The reason why he likes to insult Liao Pingan so much is not because he really hates Liao Pingan, but because he has an unspeakable pleasure when he sees Liao Pingan being insulted by himself.

Furthermore, in his opinion, even if Liao Ping'an is dead, no one will care about it. Bullying him by himself is a good use.

Liao Pingan still didn't speak, and left the Meteorite Sword Villa? He did think about it, but when he thought that he could not avenge his parents when he left Meteorite Villa, he would rather suffer more in Meteorite Villa than just leave like that.

"Don't look at you anymore. How to greet him before, just keep your breath, otherwise you won't have to play after you kill him." Senior Brother Zhang pouted and said to the people around.

Everyone, look at me and I look at him. In the end, most people punched and kicked Liao Ping An. Anyway, Brother Zhang took the lead, and they wouldn't be afraid of anything.

After all, bullying Liao Ping An is not once or twice. They are also used to doing this kind of things, and they even find it interesting.

As night fell, Brother Zhang took everyone away, leaving behind the half-dead and bruised Liao Ping an again.

Only this time, Liao Ping'an was seriously injured, blood was constantly pouring from his mouth, and his internal organs were extremely painful.

Liao Ping'an's eyes are a bit blurred. Although he was hurt before, he was not as severe as today. He didn't have any strength to stand up.

"Am I going to die?" Liao Ping'an muttered to himself, his heart bitter, more resentful and unwilling.

Liao Ping'an didn't want to die, he still had his parents' grudges yet to be reported, and he still had people who resented but didn't kill, she didn't want to just die like that, and died in this place.

The tenacious will to survive kept Liao Ping'an from unconscious, so he just lay there staring at his eyes, even though his eyes were blurred, even if his internal organs were so painful that he was almost unbearable~IndoMTL.com~ but he just clenched his teeth and insisted. With.

In a blink of an eye, three days passed.

No one came to see if Liao Ping An was still alive. Perhaps in the eyes of those colleagues, it didn't matter whether Liao Ping was dead or alive, and it was not worth paying attention to.

But Liao Ping'an did not die, even if he was on the verge of death several times, he survived abruptly.

When Mo Shouhei appeared in front of him, Liao Pingan lay here for seven days.

"You didn't disappoint me." Mo Shouhei said faintly, and between waving his hands, he delivered a pill into Liao Ping'an's mouth.

Liao Ping'an swallowed the pill, and his injuries healed instantly, and his strength was immediately restored.

"The disciple sees Master!" Liao Ping'an knelt before Mo Shouhei, his voice firm, with a decisive aura.

"From now on, you will be called Liao Cansheng."

(End of this chapter)