After rebirth, Pei Jiuye overturned raising cubs

Chapter 83 Pei Jiuye’s Pure Yang and Fire

Lou Defeng's cognition was completely subverted, and his twitching face looked disillusioned.

Under his trembling gaze, Pei Yinan calmly nodded: "It's absolutely true, I spent 10 million to buy it."

Lou Defeng's eyes rolled slightly, and when he finally accepted the fact, he looked ready to make a move.

He rubbed his hands together, and there was a bit of expectation in his eyes: "Master Jiu, I still have a lot of money in my account, I wonder if you can buy two more?

Ayou and Ayao are both good boys. If their cultivation is more refined and they serve you by your side in the future, my old bones will feel more at ease."

As Wenyou and Wenyou's adoptive father, Lou Defeng is not only worried about their cultivation.

The main thing is that if these two children stay with Master Jiu, the higher their cultivation level is, the more secure the safety of Master Jiu will be.

Pei Yinan had his own concerns about this matter, and he said warmly to Lou Defeng: "Uncle De, they all have a share, but it's just not possible right now. They are still young and have some opportunities, and stabilizing their basic cultivation is the most important thing."

Wenyao has reached the Small Perfection of the acquired realm, which is considered the first among the younger generation in the ancient martial arts world.

If other young members of the Guwu family also have such cultivation and are protected by the family, then Wenyao's strength will also be outstanding among the younger generation.

The coldness in Wenyou's body has not yet been expelled, and the solution just listening to Qiao Luoyan's explanation is very complicated. He must take care of himself afterwards.

Both of them are still young and cannot completely rely on elixirs to increase their cultivation.

They need to stabilize their cultivation step by step.

Lou Defeng thought this was indeed the case. The turbulent emotions in his heart gradually calmed down and his mind became much clearer.

He stared intensely at Pei Yinan, who was sitting beside the bed with orchids and jade and a lazy look, and asked in a low voice: "Little Master Jiu, has the alchemist been born?"

The Marrow Cleansing Pill was not snatched, but bought with money, at a cheap price of only 10 million.

No matter how slow Lou Defeng was, he still guessed the alchemist.

Pei Yinan leaned on the head of the bed and propped up his forehead, a look of solemnity appeared on his handsome and indifferent face, and there was undisguised smile and indulgence in his eyes.

He said to Lou Defeng in a calm tone: "Indeed, it is inconvenient for this person's identity to be revealed. When the time is right in the future, I will introduce him to you."

"An alchemist is actually born. This is great news!"

After getting the answer he wanted, Lou Defeng became excited again.

He is an older generation of ancient warriors. What he has seen and heard, his experience is more far-sighted than that of the younger generation.

The alchemist appeared in the world at this time, not to mention what the ancient warriors from all over the world would do if they knew about it. Just relying on the other party's ability to refine the marrow-cleansing pill, they would definitely be able to prosper.

The other party will definitely be treated as a guest by decent ancient martial artists, such as the four major ancient martial arts families in the capital, and treated as ancestors.

There are many ancient warriors around the world who are suffering from hidden injuries, some whose cultivation has been stagnant for many years without any breakthrough, and some whose foundations have been seriously injured.

Take the numerous ancient warriors in the capital as examples. They are all experiencing this experience that most ancient warriors cannot escape.

For so many years, the ancient warriors seemed to be prosperous, but in fact their highest level of cultivation had always been stagnant in the innate realm.

They all need alchemists so much.

Since ancient times, warriors and alchemists with ancient martial arts have been supporting each other.

Only with the help of an alchemist can a warrior reach the pinnacle of high-level cultivation.

Seeing Lou Defeng's excited look and not knowing what to do, Pei Yinan suppressed the burning fire in his heart.

He raised his heavy arm, waved lazily, and sent the person away with a voice: "Uncle De, my father doesn't know the good news yet. You go tell him and make him happy."

Lou Defeng immediately came back to his senses and said with a respectful expression: "Yes, I will go and report it to the head of the family!"

After sending the people away, Pei Yinan relaxed and leaned against the bed.

He roughly pulled open the collar of his nightgown, revealing a large area of ​​red skin on his chest.

The moment the coolness hit him, his anxious mood was slightly soothed, but a certain embarrassing place became uneasy.

Pei Yinan had a gloomy face and slowly lowered his eyes, looking at the snug-fitting and comfortable silk nightgown hanging down from his waist.

His cold, deep eyes were filled with venom, staring intently at the position under his dantian.

Xu Shi has not been able to support himself for half a month, and he usually has a quiet heart, but now his sense of existence is showing.

This damn sequelae not only caused his body to burn like a raging fire, but also caused such trouble as qi and blood surging.

"Bang!"

The tails of Pei Yinan's slightly raised peach blossom eyes were dyed with a light red color, and the strong cold aura on his body was replaced by another indescribable and charming aura.

He felt the dissatisfaction that his body was shouting at him, and his face turned into anger.

His face, which was already slightly red, now looked more carefree and bohemian.

Pei Yinan clenched his fist and slammed it on the bed. The violent and low pressure around him filled every corner of the room.

After persisting for a long time, he still couldn't resist this wave of unbearable torture.

Gritting his teeth, he stood up and walked to the bathroom with bare feet, his steps staggering and unsteady.

As a pure and pure Yang boy, practicing the Red Flame Fierce Fist technique is asking for trouble.

Pei Yinan still doesn't know that his unbearable torture will last for several more years.

The water in the bathroom was gurgling loudly, and the water was flowing rapidly. If someone with sharp ears was here, they might hear the sound of water transmitted to the outside, accompanied by a low, sexy voice.

Half an hour later.

Pei Yinan moved his right wrist, stretched his eyebrows, and walked out of the bathroom with a foul expression on his face.

He hated this solution, even to the extreme.

But I can't stand the two extremes of body and mind.

Pei Yinan, who was finally refreshed, no longer endured the embarrassing and unspeakable torment.

He tidied up a little, put on a new set of light blue pajamas, left the room and went straight to the old man's master bedroom.

In the room, Pei Junzheng was holding Lou Defeng's hand with a smile on his face, and the two of them were whispering something unknown.

Hearing the noise coming from the door, the two old men looked back at the same time.

Seeing Pei Yinan's figure, the head of the Pei family immediately let go of Lou Defeng's hand, sat up straight, and waved to his youngest son: "Xiaojiu, come and sit!"

He couldn't wait to ask clearly about his future daughter-in-law's abilities. She was really an alchemist and whether she could refine the marrow-cleansing pill.

Lou Defeng just explained the matter of taking the Marrow Cleansing Pill in detail.

The other party didn't know where Pei Yinan bought the elixir. The head of the Pei family, who had a conversation with his eldest son last night, had various guesses in his heart.

Apart from his future daughter-in-law, this marrow-cleansing pill must not have been made by anyone else.

Pei Yinan walked to the bedside with elegant steps, his noble posture was like that of a gentleman, and no one could tell that he stayed in the bathroom for more than half an hour to solve the problem, just to release the pent-up anger in him.

(End of chapter)