"Little Fatty, you're awake. How are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" As soon as Feng Shitian saw Fatty, he took two steps forward and supported Little Fatty.
But Yaolan Jingtian glanced sideways at Dao Bailixiao, and snorted in his heart, thinking, didn't this kid say that the fat guy won't wake up until tomorrow morning? Why did he wake up now?
Dao Baili smiled the same way, but just ignored it.
So Yaolan Jingtian couldn't help but curled up the corners of his lips, "Humph, boy, you are so irrational, you don't dare to face me!"
Dao Baili smiled whitely and gave Yao Lan a shocking look. "Old demon, you are so sentimental. How can you die?"
Of course, Feng Shitian didn't notice the undercurrent between the two men, but now Xiaopang broke away from her hand, and then knelt down on one knee like his friend.
Putting your right hand on your chest and kneeling on the ground, this is the highest etiquette for those who follow professional masters.
"Okay, from now on, both of you will be my followers~" Feng Shitian nodded and agreed.
In her previous life, she was an orphan. She knows how difficult it is when a person wants to strive for the top but has no conditions and no chance. Since both Xiaopang and this young man want to have it,
This opportunity, then she will provide them with this opportunity.
"It's just..." Feng Shitian frowned slightly. She was still a little hesitant about the following words. She didn't know whether she should say it. After all, Xiaopang was different from that boy. Xiaopang was still her friend, and he had just been raped because of
I suffered a lot due to my own reasons.
"Shi Tian, I know that no useless person will be left by any alchemist's side. Xiaobai and I will prove it to you. The two of us will definitely become qualified followers!"
"Little defeat?" Feng Shitian's eyes fell on the dark-faced boy.
"Well, my surname is Ximen, and my name is Ximen Xiaobai!" After saying this, the young man's face turned crimson, and he couldn't understand why his father thought of giving him such a name.
a name.
Other parents hope that their sons can become victorious generals, but they themselves suffer small defeats.
"Uh!" Feng Shitian pressed his forehead: "Okay, how about I change your name?"
"Okay!" The young man agreed without even thinking about it.
"Let's call you Ximen Chuixue from now on!" Feng Shitian thought of a good name.
"Okay, I'll call you Ximen Chuixue from now on!" The young man nodded, his eyes shining brightly. This name sounds so nice.
"Tsk!" But Yaolan Jingtian laughed shamelessly: "Chuixue, isn't he supposed to be a fair-skinned young man, but this is too dark?"
Feng Shitian gave Yao Lan a startling look: "Who stipulated that Ximen Chuixue must be white? My Ximen Chuixue has dark skin!"
"Well, well, yes, yes, yes, just be black. Anyway, the snow will look white when it blows!" Yaolan Jingtian nodded repeatedly.
So from then on, there was a dark-skinned Ximen Chuixue beside Feng Shitian.
"By the way, Xiaopang, what's your name?" Feng Shitian turned to look at Xiaopang again.
"Yes, Xiaopang, in the future, if Shi Tian becomes famous in the mainland, then you and Ximen Chuixue will also become famous all over the world. You can't still be called Xiaopang, right?"