"Wow, woof, woof!" The familiar dog barked, "Host, I'll send you the plot right now!"
In the next second, the plot in this world appeared in Mu Ran's mind.
Scenes and scenes flashed through my mind quickly. After accepting the plot, Mu Ran felt bad.
This world is a world of cultivating immortals.
The original owner was a little beggar without a name, begging on the street every day, just to be able to have enough to eat.
He doesn't know who he is, doesn't know his name.
Along the way, I have gone through untold hardships, slowly moving forward, begging.
While begging, he heard that the Chen Yi Sect was recruiting new disciples. There would be a lot of people going that day, and the guards would not be able to see it.
The original owner was only a child, but he heard a lot.
He knew that Chen Yi Sect was the largest sect in Nie Chen Continent.
He also knew that everyone in the Chen Yi faction was extremely honorable.
I know bettereverything in the Dust School is very valuable.
Among them, the most valuable is the pill.
The original owner came to the Chenyi School, and he walked into an alchemy room by mistake.
He knew it was valuable, so he stole it.
Mu Ran opened his eyes abruptly, and lowered his head in panic.
A porcelain vase was held in small hands that were dirty and couldn't see the original color.
The porcelain vase is pure white without the slightest pattern.
However, from the top of the porcelain bottle, there are wisps of breath that makes people feel extremely delicious.
Obviously, this is a bottle of medicine that is not low in grade.
Mu Ran was dumbfounded.
"Wow, woof, woof!" 527 came to the new world, looking around in a very strange way, "Host, is this the world of cultivating immortals?"
A gust of cold wind blew through, waking up Mu Ran's chaotic brain.
The original owner was very clever and hid under a huge tree.
However, not far from this book is a group of children who are excited to test their talents.
Mu Ran swallowed.
The porcelain vase in my hand is like a hot potato.
The original owner was a beggar. No one knew him, nor did he know him.
This means that he can be himself unscrupulously without worrying about his character design.
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Now, he has no way to do the task properly.
Just the option of him getting into the Dust Sect is enough for him to eat a pot!
Mu Ran clutched the porcelain bottle, and had only one thought at the moment - to run for his life!
He turned around in a hurry, regardless of where 527 was jumping happily, he stooped secretly and was about to run out.
However, before he took a step, someone spotted him.
"Hey, brat! You stole Miss Ben's elixir?" The delicate female voice was full of anger.
Mu Ran's body froze in place, neither walking nor running.
It's over, it's over, he's over!
With such a small body, how could he outrun a cultivator?
"Junior Sister, don't worry." A gentle voice wafted in my ears, "Wait for me to check."
The woman seemed a little anxious, and stomped her feet: "Brother, what's so interesting about this? The porcelain bottle in his hand has my special mark!"
The man didn't answer her words, but stepped forward lightly.
Mu Ran's ears are extremely sensitive.
The sound of the people behind him walking step by step made his whole heart lift up,
How to do how to do?
Mu Ran's anxious heart was beating wildly.
Suddenly, a glistening white robe appeared in front of him. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com