Cannon Fodder Counterattack: BOSS, you follow me

Chapter 161 Sleep
Jun Wuhen brought his face closer again: "My dear disciple, why don't you want to know why you suddenly grew up so much?"

Lan Ling was still angry, glanced at him, and said noblely and coldly: "I don't want to, my dear master."

"Cough cough," Jun Wuhen coughed twice in embarrassment, pretending that he didn't hear Lan Ling's answer, and told her bravely:
"Your host body in this life is very weak and can't bear your cultivation at all. It's like a dumpling skin with a pound of dumpling stuffing inside."

Lan Ling was finally willing to give him a pleasing glance, "And then? Let's talk about the key points!"

Jun Wuhen silently wiped away tears of bitterness in his heart, and continued:

"After you take shape, your body doesn't exist, and your growth is determined according to your recovery."

The corner of Lan Ling's mouth twitched a little, thinking that if she became more and more powerful, wouldn't she be getting older?
Jun Wuhen saw Lan Ling's concerns, raised his chin, and said proudly:

"Qinyuan was only in his 20s in his heyday, so you don't have to worry about getting old at all. It's just that the growth in the early stage will be very fast, as if you suddenly look ten years older today, but the more you get Later, it will be harder to rise.”

Lan Ling didn't take it seriously, snapped her fingers, and a spark of "Zi Zi—" came out, and said in a noble and cold voice:
"I think, even if I can't recover to the peak period, my mana is not bad."

"Hahahahaha, love disciple, you are really a newborn calf not afraid of tigers," Jun Wuhen laughed heartily, shook the flagon in his hand, and said provocatively:
"Do you dare to compete with the master? Let me tell you, this wine is for honing your cultivation, but I'm worried that you won't be able to bear this blessing."

Lan Ling knew that Jun Wuhen would definitely not do him any harm. He said that the wine was good, so it must not be harmful to her. Thinking of this, Lan Ling smiled heartily:
"Haha, if you don't drink cheap wine for nothing, why wait until night, let's get drunk now!"

"Okay! Loving an apprentice is refreshing! You have the demeanor of being a teacher, and you can only rest when you get drunk!"

………………

Half an hour later, Jun Wuhen was full of joy and continued to persuade Lan Ling to drink: "Come on, my lover, just drink a few cups and die? How about getting drunk?"

Lan Ling shook her head and waved her hands, and said drunkenly: "It can't be done, Master, I really can't drink anymore."

"Can't drink anymore?" Jun Wuhen frowned, but his face was secretly happy: "My beloved, go to rest if you can't drink anymore."

Lan Ling vaguely agreed with inarticulate words.

"Pa—" Jun Wuhen slapped her on the forehead suddenly, and she fell down slowly with her limp body.

Jun Wuhen carefully placed her in a hidden place on the tree, brushed the broken hair on her face behind her ears, and said softly: "Go to sleep." After speaking, the whole person disappeared.

Lan Ling is Qin Yuan, and her forehead is her life gate, but if she wants to make Lan Ling sleep for a long time, the only way is this trick, and she must be attacked when she is not conscious, otherwise Lan Ling will subconsciously resist , but when the time comes, the gods will be destroyed.

Lan Ling fell asleep for more than three months.

When she woke up, she felt extremely refreshed all over, and when she took a closer look, she found that she had grown a bit taller.

She secretly admired the wine in her heart, it really was not ordinary.

(End of this chapter)