Professional Red Thread Cutting [Quick Transmigration]

However, flesh grew on both sides of the cheeks, and fleshy milk fat grew in the sunken place, and the hand feeling became better and better.

521 suspected that it was pinched by the host's hands, and the pinch was quite symmetrical.

Immortal An Yang slipped away for a few days, and brought his nephew back again. When he saw the little guy almost rolling on the ground, he was stunned: "Which game is this?"

If he read it correctly, the one lying on the ground should be Jian Chen's natal spirit sword.

"If he can hold that sword, I'll take him in as an apprentice." Shen Chun looked at him and said, "Are you willing to come?"

"I'm sorry for the facts last time. I couldn't hold back for a while seeing that child's affection." An Yang saw that his face was not unhappy, sat down and said, "Why did you change your mind again?"

"Didn't you say that he is affectionate?" Shen Chun smiled.

Master An Yang was thoughtful: "You won't be taken away, right?"

Shen Chun raised his eyebrows and said, "Where did you start this matter?"

"If you were the former you, you wouldn't be so soft-hearted." An Yang clicked his tongue, "What do you think of my nephew?"

Shen Chun looked over, and the extraordinarily strong child was holding a dagger, and saluted him in a dignified manner: "Hello Jian Chen."

His brows and eyes are three points like An Yang's. Although he is strong, he can already see the sword eyebrows and stars in the future. He is slightly older than Zhong Libai, and his cultivation is already at the fifth level of Qi training.

"There's no need to be too polite." Shen Chun looked at Master An Yang and said, "You're teaching well."

"That's natural." An Yang said with a smile, "It's enough to be your little Abai's playmate."

"Little Abai?" An Le asked.

"It's the future apprentice of Master Jian Chen." Master An Yang raised his chin and said, "Here, the one who is moving the sword."

"If I can hold that sword, can I also be Master Jian Chen's apprentice?" An Le asked excitedly.

His words directly caused the little guy who was moving the sword to raise his head, and his whole body was covered with alertness.

An Yang's eyelids kept twitching: "..."

Well, I can't be a playmate anymore, and I directly fill up the child's hatred.