So at this moment, the Supreme Master Guiyuan, while observing Yange's physical condition, restrained himself not to interrupt her.

After all, this is her choice, this is her body.

After he promised her, he had to talk.

These medicinal materials change every day, and their medicinal properties are getting stronger and stronger.

In the day, Yange is soaking in this dark medicine pool, and endures the pain of life and death. At night, she will be held by Guiyuan Sovereign into another medicine pool that can help her repair the wound .

Although there was no pain, the water inside her **** wounds would make her itchy claws scratch her heart.

There is no such thing as eighteen floors of hell.

But she was able to endure such pain.

Not only her will, but also the will of the host.

The host crawled out of the sea of ​​blood to live.

The host is just a little girl who has never experienced suffering, but can endure the pain of being chopped by the sword every day. Can this old demon tree be better than the host?

Seven seven forty-nine days!

Every day is as long as a century.

Yan Ge hurt later, in fact, there is no self-consciousness anymore, only by a perseverance to support.

But countless times, he heard from His Holiness Guiyuan: "Is it uncomfortable? Or else?"

Every time she trembled and trembled in response: "I want to be a fairy!"

The pitch is out of tune, but it is also extremely determined!

The host wanted Chen Sheng. When Chen Sheng stroked her, how many swords and swords she killed, and how many sisters and sisters she killed, she wanted to return all the swords.

Because of the pain, she bit her own tongue. The Supreme Guiyuan feared that she would bite a bitch, and put a small towel in her mouth.

Occasionally, he would put one of his palms in her mouth and let her bite.

At first, Yan Ge thought about screaming, but then she had no energy to make a sound.

On the last day, she emerged slowly from the pool, her naked body was exquisite, her skin was white as good as white jade, and perfect as a jade.

Mo Fa hangs down her waist and covers some places of her, but these places are looming every time she takes a step, making the vision of the Guiyuan monk aside gradually.

"Saburo." She looked up slightly, and asked him with a smile: "Can I cultivate a fairy?"

Saburo was so deep in his heart that he looked at her with a smile and a quiet voice, saying "Yes."

She stretched her hand towards him, and her smile grew brighter: "It's good, it's good!"

Then the words fell softly into his arms.

He took hold of her body and faintly heard her mutter, "It hurts."

Yeah, this anti-physical method of reforming the physique is medicinal and overbearing. It is to corrode all her flesh and grow new flesh, and to rebuild her muscles and bones.

The pain in it cannot be endured even by the cultivator. What a mortal and a woman does she rely on to last?

He had wanted to hold her in the palm of his hand and make her a delicate flower that would be worry-free until death, but now she is going to be a tree.

Although he was a little lost in his heart, it was okay. She was his woman and her benefactor. No matter what she did, he would help her.

Yange woke up again and checked his body for the first time.

There is no spiritual root.

But the flesh and bones of the body are different from the past. The former host's body was unable to draw air into the body, but now she can feel the rich aura around her with a little induction.