Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

Feng He secretly prepared herself mentally for a while, and just pulled open the light blue bed curtains without putting on clothes, socks, or shoes.

After adjusting his tone and demeanor, he said calmly, "Come in."

"Yes."

Two clear, pleasant and extremely cheerful young voices came over.

Feng He was leaning lazily on the bed, waiting for someone to serve her.

Shen Wenchen picked up the white robe that Feng He had hung on the rack and prepared to dress him.

Jing Niansang picked up the white jade silk belt hanging beside him and prepared to tie it around Feng He.

Feng He doesn't like strangers getting inside his body or touching him.

But the original owner was obviously used to being served.

So Feng He just doesn't like it psychologically, but he is still very honest physically.

The two disciples were very careful and attentive when helping Feng He dress, fearing that they would displease him and he would retaliate against them secretly.

Feng He stretched out his arms, his hands hanging down, waiting for his robe to be put on. He looked like he had lost all hope in life.

Shen Wenchen can now look at his master's hand without changing his expression. When he first saw it, he was stunned and blushed.

He swore that these hands must be the most beautiful pair of hands he had ever seen.

The ten fingers are like green onions piled on snow, and the fingertips and nail beds are like petals in the snow, with extremely elegant and beautiful colors.

Jing Nian put the sauna belt around his master's waist and couldn't help muttering to himself: Master's waist is too thin, and he is so thin and frail. It feels like they are not as heavy as him... Is he really the strongest in their Lingshan Sect?

In fact, Feng He is no longer the same person. After he suffered an accident, his cultivation has been much worse than before.

At this time, he was just relying on his pretense and temperament.

After putting on his clothes, Shen Wenchen naturally picked up his socks and wanted to put them on Feng He.

Feng He was horrified. Was he going to make me put socks on again?

[Yes, it's like this every day.]

faint.

Feng He looked embarrassed and asked, what if my feet stink?

The system smiled mysteriously, gnashing its teeth and saying: "Don't worry, you won't stink."

Unexpectedly, Feng He became even more chattering after hearing this.

"If you say that, my feet really stink, right?"

The system was unable to defend itself and said dryly: [It doesn’t smell bad, it smells good and looks good.]

Feng He said uncomfortably: "...It's not that fragrant, don't talk nonsense."

Feng He suppressed his discomfort and let the two of them put his socks on him.

The two men put one on each of his feet, and the shoes were the same.

The two boys held his ankles with one hand and put on his socks with the other.

Judging from their ages, they are probably only one or two years older than Fu Ci Yan.

"Master, now please move to the water mirror and I will tie your hair and put on a crown for you."

The system saw Feng He pinching her lips again, looking like she was powerless to complain.

[The original owner didn’t know how to do trivial things like tying hair, so he usually left it to his disciples to do.]

"profound..."

Perhaps it’s because Shen Wenchen is older and acts more steadily and calmly.

So it was always Shen Wenchen who helped him comb his hair.

Feng He did not refuse and sat in front of the mirror like a flower on the mountain top.

At this time, Jing Niansang went to prepare the mountain spring water they had brought for Feng He.

One is for rinsing your mouth and the other is for washing your face.

When Feng He finished washing up, she drove them both out.

Jing Niansang couldn't help but say to Shen Wenchen, "Big Brother, do you feel that Master is a little different today than usual?"

Shen Wenchen pondered for a moment and said, "I feel that Master's aura today is not as cold as usual..."

Jing Niansang's eyes lit up, and he said, "It's not my illusion. To be honest, I really want to see Master's true face... to see if it's really as different as the rumors say."

Jing Niansang changed the topic a little quickly.

Shen Wenchen's face changed, and he immediately said, "Don't have such dangerous thoughts again. What Master hates most is other people's discussion of his appearance."

Jing Niansang suppressed his anger, but ultimately did not say anything more on this topic.

"Big Brother, when will Master teach us more advanced mental skills?"

Shen Wenchen also wanted to learn new things, but since his master wouldn't teach him, there was nothing he could do.

Both of them felt a faint resentment towards the mysterious and powerful master.

"The master sent us up here, not to do chores for him..."

Only then did Shen Wenchen stop refutation because he felt the same way.

After Feng He got up in the morning, she subconsciously wanted to find something to eat.

After all, in his mind, he had to eat breakfast.

[You don’t need to eat breakfast. In this world, you are already fasting.]

Feng He was immediately disappointed when he heard this.

"Ah, but what should I do if I want to eat? And I always feel that the food grown in the cultivation world should be more delicious than what I ate before... After all, the spiritual energy is so abundant."

[…You got it right.] You’ve eaten it before.

Feng He's eyes lit up and she said, "Hehe, I knew it!"

[But if you want to eat cooked food, you have to find a way yourself. Because the original owner never made such a request.]

Feng He immediately drooped his brows upon hearing this. He knew that the original owner was a loser in life, who knew almost nothing and had to rely on others to serve him.

He just has a very powerful cultivation base.

Feng He held his forehead and thought, forget it, he didn't feel hungry anyway. Eating is just to satisfy his craving.

Feng He's daily routine is to enjoy life and meditate in seclusion.

He meditated in seclusion because he needed to use his luck every day to regulate his body and not feel too uncomfortable.

After meditating for a while, Feng He suddenly felt guilty.

"How are Shen Wenchen and Jing Niansang's cultivation? How do they compare to Fu Ciyan?"

[The two of them are the best among the disciples of the sect, but Fu Ciyan has surpassed them because you pushed him too hard.]

Feng He heard this and thought that this should be the case.

"I feel guilty for wasting their time. How about I give them my powerful mental skills and let them practice on their own?"

[Why do you think so?]

Feng He's eyes wandered when he heard this, and his fair and tender face turned red. He opened and closed his mouth: "I just tried it, and it's too difficult to meditate and practice... What if my master encounters danger in the future, and there is no one around who can help me..."

Isn't that just letting him die...

The system was silent for a while, then said: [That makes sense.]

The system has already said so, and Feng He knows that what he does will not go against the original owner's setting.

At the same time, we can also know that the original owner's cultivation level has indeed declined greatly, and he needs a strong opponent to protect him. He just wanted to save face and refused to admit defeat.

This step back is also for his own good.

After Feng He figured it out, she went to find Shen Wenchen and Jing Niansang where they were practicing.

The two were dancing with swords, each treating the other as their opponent.

When they saw their Master coming, their eyes suddenly focused and flashed with excitement.

He waved it even more vigorously, almost trying to show his best side.

Just like a peacock spreading its tail.

Feng He watched from the side and shook his head secretly. It seemed that they all thought that it was because they were not good at cultivation that the original owner did not teach them. So they worked harder.

poor child.

As the teacher, I am here to save you!