"Is it so fun to burn shit...?"

Looking at Zhou Bai's happy and excited look, a deep sense of confusion flashed in Ying Kuo's heart.

However, seeing that the other party's mental state was still stable and nothing happened, Yingcuo left several staff members to monitor Zhou Bai's actions, so he left.

Zhou Bai cooked (selled) from the early morning of the evening to 6 o'clock in the morning, and obtained a total of 12,000 laziness points.

"I don't have to look for it myself."

"And it's all my nominal belongs to me, and I don't have to spend 10 minutes on turnover."

"As a matter of fact, it's much better than me fighting alone."

"I really want to live here for the rest of my life."

However, letting Zhou Bai burn shit here 24 hours a day is obviously a win-win situation that they cannot accept.

So after six o'clock, Zhou Bai had breakfast and still needed to go to class (sleep).

The one who replaced Zhou Bai's class was naturally Christina.

She went to see Ying Kuo early this morning and wanted to discuss the next issue of choosing the second level of magic map.

...

Looking at Zhou Bai in front of me, Ying Kuo gave several choices: "The second level of the sword map route here, there are two pictures in total, namely Shadow Student who is good at shadow, lurking, assassination, and frontal combat, the most suitable dragon slaying that is heavy sword..."

"Of course I chose the shadow student. I can jump in shadows, turn swords into shadows, and turn shadows into swords." Christina couldn't wait, "It's just right to cooperate with my Chengying."

"Haha, I think you chose this too." With Ying Shuo's thoughts, a divine picture representing Shadow Life had appeared in front of him and was sent to Zhou Bai's sea of ​​consciousness.

Christina's Taiyi Roulette directly met, instantly merged, and gave birth to 8 new star dots on the ring on the second layer.

So in the following days, Christina attended classes every day and practiced the magical map. After class, she returned her body to Zhou Bai.

Then Zhou Bai went to the study group to practice, mainly practicing various swordsmanship and injecting them into Chengying. Secondly, he led the alien power outside the sky to enhance Chengying.

When Zhou Bai went to the study group, Christina went home and breathed inspiration, and supervised Aisha to visualize the original Taoist treasure 02.

In the second half of the night, Zhou Bai took Chengying Sword to burn shit, but Christina refused to go there anyway.

In this way, no matter Zhou Bai's strength or laziness, it can be said that it is a thousand miles a day.

Zhou Bai's strength has finally entered a period of explosive growth through the past 8 months of continuous accumulation and development, and is constantly increasing at a speed that is enough to scare others.

...

Donghua City 0 meters.

Inside the basement of a civilian area.

Amid the erratic candlelight, twisted black shadows fly in the center of the basement.

The little girl was wearing a black robe, floating beside the twisted black shadow.

Dozens of humans fell to the ground and looked at Xiao Pei and the shadow beside her in surprise. They were a little lost and had legs, and they were even more or less disabled.

Moreover, most of the eyes were confused and unkempt. Only when they saw Xiao Pei and the black shadow did a little hope appear in their eyes.

They are all monks who have been physically disabled and have lost the opportunity to continue their cultivation due to various reasons.

Xiao Pei looked at them with a hint of pity in his eyes.

She looked at an old man and asked, "Old Zheng, how are you doing recently?"

The person named Mr. Zheng is an old man with a thin figure, gray hair and no more hands.

He smiled bitterly and said, "What else can you do? Just live like that."

Xiao Pei: "Where is Mr. Sun?"

Mr. Zheng's eyes drooped and sighed: "I changed two days ago in the sideline food factory and was beaten to death by the guards on the spot."

Xiao Pei closed his eyes and sighed in his heart. Old Zheng and Old Sun were both seriously injured monks on the battlefield.

They are ordinary graduates of Donghua Dao School, with their first level of cultivation and were once heroes who were brave enough to sacrifice and dared to fight and fight on the battlefield.

But since he retired from serious injury, the situation has become worse and worse.

To be honest, Donghua City has treated these disabled monks very well. They have arranged jobs for them, and they have several servings of meat every month, as well as regular various care. This is almost the limit that human society, which is now in short supply, can achieve.

However, the practitioners are seriously injured and their cultivation is difficult to improve. The negative state cannot be alleviated by food and accommodation.

Although the food they received was already very good than that of ordinary people, it was still far from enough for monks.

After all, the body of monks is far superior to that of ordinary humans, and their consumption is far superior to that of ordinary humans. In theory, they either have a large amount of meat supplements every day or can eat extraordinary foods, such as human food.

And after leaving the army and the Taoist school, they could hardly get any extraordinary food.

So what they are going to face is the gradual thinning and weakness of their bodies.

The weakness of the body brings spiritual weakness, especially the one used to the extremely powerful, extremely sensitive, almost without any disease, and full of energy. Now you have to watch your body get worse and worse and slower and slower, which is another blow to the mind.

In addition, it is distortion.

The weakness of the body and the depression of the spirit are still necessary to fight against distortion due to the relationship between one's own cultivation, which is naturally even more difficult.

Almost every month, you can hear news that a veteran was killed after being deformed.

This naturally makes ordinary people look full of fear, fear, alertness, and even discrimination when they see these veterans.

Xiao Pei hates this situation, but there is nothing he can do about it.

And what is even more afflicted is another situation.

Xiao Pei looked at a young man beside him and asked, "Kong Zheng, is there enough meat at home recently? Have you lost weight again?"

Kong Zheng, a genius monk who was once the same level as Zhou Bai.

Because the demon was seriously injured when he was making a fuss at the Taoist school, he lost one arm and dropped out of school two months later.

Nowadays, he looks extremely thin, pale and haggard. Compared with Kong Zheng, who was energetic and energetic in the ring in the past, he is completely two people.

Compared with the monks who were injured and retired on the battlefield, monks who were seriously injured and dropped out of school due to various reasons were even more miserable.

Because they have never even made a battlefield and have not achieved any achievements, their treatment is naturally far inferior to that of retired monks, but they have to face the same dilemma.

Kong Zheng looked at Xiao Pei with admiration. He was the woman in front of him. He pulled him at the most depressed, desperate and darkest time, otherwise he might have been beaten to death by someone.

Kong Zheng shook his head: "I'm fine. I've eaten quite well recently. I've gradually gotten used to it. But... everyone is still afraid of me..." He smiled helplessly, touched his head and said, "There's nothing I can do. Sometimes I'm worried about my distortion, so I've been living in the factory dormitory and I dare not go home."
Chapter completed!