Chapter 890 Mary Su Cultivation 68
The blue veins on Bei Yutang's forehead jumped suddenly, and there was a tendency to run wild at any time.
She felt that she was calm enough, and that she was okay with self-restraint, but when facing him, she really couldn't help but want to beat him up.
If it wasn't for the lack of strength to beat him, she would definitely beat him to the point of crying.
Nightmare seemed to sense the bad breath emanating from someone, and looked at her with cold eyes.
Bei Yutang was swept away by this murderous look, she shuddered, put away her thoughts, and put on a perfect smile on her face.
"Lord Nightmare, I'm relatively poor, and I can't afford good things, so you should take care." Bei Yutang said half-jokingly, half-sarcastically.
Nightmare responded coldly: "I can see it."
The corners of Bei Yutang's lips twitched, and she didn't want to talk to him anymore. Talking to him was too shocking.
You must know that the things Bei Yutang uses here are not high-quality products, and many powerful monks in the Nascent Soul stage do not necessarily have so many good things. Bei Yutang can enjoy it, thanks to a father who is in the God Transformation stage.
When she was speechless, the picture that appeared in the next second made her hand itchy again.
As soon as Nightmare raised her hand and waved lightly, she saw that all the things in her cave were thrown out of the cave by him, just like sweeping garbage.
I rely on!
These things are all things that the original owner's parents, brother, and master prepared for her, and every thing contains their intentions for the original owner. How can these things just let him throw away.
Bei Yutang immediately ran out and piled up the mountains outside the cave, one by one, into the storage ring.
As soon as she turned around, she almost bumped into someone who appeared silently behind her.
Nightmare looked at her with disgust, "A pile of rubbish is worth your treasure."
Bei Yutang wanted to roll his eyes at him, but because of his strength and bad temper, he calmly said: "Some things are not measured by the preciousness of spirit stones. For example, the jade pot in my hand, although only It is worth a few hundred spirit stones, but it is my brother, who personally digs the spirit jade and polishes it well."
"Perhaps, in the eyes of outsiders, this thing is only worth a few hundred spirit stones, but in my eyes, it is worthless. Because this is my brother's intention."
Nightmare snorted disdainfully, "What's the use of monks wanting those useless feelings."
Bei Yutang was not surprised by his reaction at all, if he knew what emotion was, it would be called hell.
At this moment, the spirit rabbit, who smelled the master's breath, hurried out of the woods. The agile speed, like a flash of lightning, rushed towards Bei Yutang and fell steadily into her arms.
Bei Yutang looked at the warm rabbit in her arms, her eyes softened, and her hands gently caressed the rabbit in her arms.
The little guy squinted his eyes comfortably, with a contented expression on his face.
Nightmare stared at the spirit rabbit coldly, and looked at the way the little slave girl looked at the spirit rabbit, only to feel that it was very annoying. As soon as the spiritual energy in his hand came out, the spirit rabbit that was still in Bei Yutang's arms just now rose into the sky.
The Ling Rabbit keenly sensed the killing intent, chirping, and its short legs kept fluttering in the air.
Before someone killed him, Bei Yutang took the rabbit back into his arms and looked at him with an apologetic smile, "Lord Nightmare, you don't like it. I'll take it away immediately, I promise not to. make it appear before your eyes."