The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

  Chapter 691 The personal disciple is the demon king (21)

  Sang Jian withdrew his hand, sat up straight from the teacher's chair, and pressed his shoulder with one hand, pretending to be incredulous: "Let's just say... we can't be a spiritual practitioner, we can learn other things, right?"

   "So there's really no other way?" Yun Xian only heard her say that she couldn't become a spiritual practitioner, which meant that he was really a useless person!

   "There is a way, you can do it when you are an adult." Sang Jian sighed and said, "You are too young to bear the effects of medicine. I can teach you something else."

  I thought this statement was foolproof, but I didn't want Yun Xian to say seriously: "I'm an adult."

   "Huh?" Sang Jian's eyes widened.

  Yun Xian said: "Fifteen years old is considered an adult, just passed a few days ago."

"Ok?"

  Sang Jian was a little confused.

  In ancient times, the weak crown of men was twenty years old, and the age of Jiji was fifteen years old for women!

  One yuan is said in accordance with the requirements of modern eighteen-year-old adulthood.

  She thinks this world is different from the general ancient times, after all, it is a fantasy world.

   I didn't expect it to be quite different!

  A man becomes an adult at fifteen? !

  What did Yiyuan mean when he said that his memory would be unlocked when he was eighteen years old?

   "Don't ask me, I don't know, that's how the plot is written." Yi Yuan replied in time.

  He took another look at the plot.

  Oh, it just said that the memory will be unlocked when you are eighteen, and it doesn't say that eighteen is an adult.

  He's preconceived.

  Sang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, "You must have read something wrong, right?"

   "Cough!" Yiyuan retorted, "I don't have one!"

  Sang Jian: "..." With such a big reaction, he must have misread it.

   Fortunately, she misunderstood, otherwise she would have thought that someone was playing tricks again.

  Sang Jian took a deep breath, and Yun Xian, who was squatting next to her, looked at her expectantly.

   That look seemed to tell her that she was an adult and could bear it!

  Sang Jian couldn't help but raised his hand and touched his head, "It's like this... Your adulthood is different from what I said..."

  Sang Jian paused for a moment, thinking of some excuse to fool him.

After about two seconds, she opened her eyes and said nonsense, "Your bones will take three years to fully shape, you know? They are still too fragile to withstand tossing. Well, let me teach you something else first. "

   "No... the skeleton is about fifteen years old..."

  Yun Xian opened his mouth to refute something.

  Sang Jian put the hand on top of his head, and suddenly took it off and pinched his chin, forcing him to look up at himself.

  She said word by word: "I said, I will teach you something else first!"

   Said it several times, this kid deliberately ignored her words, right?

  Yun Xian looked at her innocently, pursed his lips and remained silent.

   "What? Do you look down on body repair and sword repair? Or do you look down on talisman repair?" Sang asked expressionlessly.

  Yun Xian said softly: "All of these require aura."

   But his tendons are blocked, so it is useless to repair it.

   "Then you look down on me." Sang Jian let go of his chin, "I said that if you can teach, you can teach. Do you want to learn?"

   If fantasy doesn’t work, then teach him martial arts, as long as there is air, it doesn’t matter if there is aura or not.

   "Learn!" Yun Xian replied without hesitation.

  Learn anything if you can teach it.

  Sang Jian nodded, reclined on the chair again, and casually pointed to an open space, "Go to Zhamabu, will you be able to do it?"

   "Yes." Yun Xian got up immediately, and strode beside Sang Jian, not going where Sang Jian was pointing at all.

  Sang Jian glanced at him, "Bend your knees! Don't spread your legs like this! Tsk...raise your hands!"

   This kid knows how to fart!

  (end of this chapter)