My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 3: Two hundred and twenty-eighth

Chapter 1782 3.228 repair base skyrocketed

The pangolin helped You Hui withstand the attacks of the blazing phoenix, the chubby squirrel and the snow leopard many times before.

Following the one-foot shot by Qiao Mu with all his strength, the skin was wounded. At this moment, You Hui threw it out without any seriousness, and then fell to the ground with a heavy voice with a "yuck" , And then half of the strength to get up was gone.

Qiao Mu glanced sideways, and saw that the pangolin's belly fell to the ground. After a long time of losing his energy, he didn't roll over, his eyes couldn't help but angrily.

"You are not as good as a beast!"

Before, Qiaomu had fixed You Hui with his body talisman, and that ruler hit completely shot him to death with real power.

If it weren't for the pangolin's death to protect the lord, You Hui would have already died at this time.

However, what makes one's jaw fall is that the pangolin's loyalty has been exchanged for the owner's indifference to confront and anger.

A thing that almost has no life, what position do you have to criticize your own contract beast?

Those who don't understand the knowledge of grace, and whose morals are depraved, have no meaning for existence.

Qiao Mu sneered, and wiped it off the ruler with one hand, and the fire light instantly became transparent, and there was a faint tendency to turn purple.

"Ah!!!" You Hui suddenly roared, and the clothes on his upper body were instantly burst by a surge of spiritual power.

He seemed to be mad suddenly, and roared up to the sky and laughed wildly, "I, my cultivation level has doubled, hahahahaha, hahahahahahaha!"

The frantic and triumphant laughter clearly represented his inner pride at this time.

After the pangolin gave his life to a block, You Hui finally digested the elixir he had taken before, and his cultivation level instantly rose to several levels.

"Hahahahaha!" The feeling of looking at one's own cultivation, like riding a dragon and rising to the sky, is really exciting.

You Hui couldn't help laughing out loud, turning his head to look at Qiao Mu, his eyes contemptuously said, "Do you know how I feel now?"

"The feeling that death is approaching." Qiao Mu's faint words, like a basin of cold water, instantly extinguished You Hui's ignited joy.

"Fart!!" You Hui yelled, "I don't know how good I am now! Look, look! Hahahahaha! I went from a third-level spiritualist to a sixth-level spiritualist, and I went up. I’m a ninth-level spiritualist, hahahahaha! I’m going to break through a tenth-level spiritualist soon, stinky girl, don’t you kneel and beg for mercy?"

"Have you ever seen a normal person kneeling down and begging for mercy from a dead person?" Qiao Mu sniffed ~IndoMTL.com~ With merciless sarcasm and coldness in his expression, "What do you think is a good thing for such a soaring cultivation base?" ?"

You Hui frowned, subconsciously not wanting to listen to what Qiao Mu said.

But he couldn't help but wonder what Qiao Mu wanted to say next.

"What do you mean?"

Qiao Mu is not interested in explaining so much to an idiot.

The promotion of self-cultivation is a gradual process. Those cultivators who stack up with ordinary pill can not be compared with those who have cultivated hard, let alone You Hui, a special spirit who uses crappy. Medicine, the cultivation base that has risen quickly.

Seeing that the cultivation base has been raised to the level of a ninth-level spiritualist, but in reality?

This is just a flash in the pan of happiness. It's like a person who draws cakes to fill his hunger. Has he really gotten cakes?

(End of this chapter)