"Burning shit … Is it so fun?"
Looking at Zhou Bai's happy and excited face, Ying Lui was puzzled.
However, seeing that Zhou Bai's mental state was still stable and there was nothing wrong, Ying Lui left a few staff members to monitor Zhou Bai's actions and left.
Zhou Bai burned (sold) from the wee hours of the night until six in the morning, earning a total of 12,000 laziness points.
"It's enough, I don't have to look for it myself.
"And it's all mine in name, I don't have to spend 10 minutes to turn it around.
"Sure enough, it's better to use the power of a group than to fight alone.
"I really want to live here for the rest of my life."
However, letting Zhou Bai burn shit here 24 hours a day was obviously something that Ying Lui and the others could not accept.
Therefore, after six o 'clock, Zhou Bai had breakfast and still needed to go to class (sleep).
The person who replaced Zhou Bai in class was naturally Cristina.
Early in the morning, she went to see Ying Lui to discuss the selection of the second layer of the Divine Map.
…
Looking at Zhou Bai in front of him, Ying Lui gave him a few choices. "I have a total of two maps on the second layer of the Sword Map. They are Shadow Life, which is good at shadows, stealth, and assassination, and Dragon Slaying, which is most suitable for heavy swords …"
"Of course I choose Shadow Life. I can jump in the shadows, turn swords into shadows, and turn shadows into swords." Cristina said impatiently, "It's just right to complement my Shadow Bearing."
"Haha, I think you chose the same." With a thought, a Divine Map representing Shadow Life appeared in front of Ying Lui and was sent into Zhou Bai's sea of consciousness.
Cristina's Supreme Wheel went up and instantly merged, giving birth to eight new stars on the ring of the second layer.
Therefore, in the following days, Cristina attended classes during the day and practiced the Divine Map. After class, she returned her body to Zhou Bai.
Following this, Zhou Bai went to the study group to cultivate. The main task was to cultivate various sword techniques and infuse them into Shadow Carrier. The secondary task was to draw in external powers to strengthen Shadow Carrier.
When Zhou Bai went to the study group, Cristina went home to cultivate spiritual opportunity. At the same time, she supervised Ai Sha to visualize Primeval Daoist Canon 02.
In the second half of the night, Zhou Bai brought the Chengying Sword to burn the feces, but Cristina refused to go.
In this way, whether it was Zhou Bai's strength or his laziness value, it could be said that he had improved by leaps and bounds.
Through the past eight months of continuous accumulation and brewing, Zhou Bai's strength had finally entered a period of explosive growth, and it was constantly improving at a speed that was shocking to others.
…
Donghua City, 0 meters.
In the basement of a certain civilian district.
In the flickering candlelight, a twisted black shadow was flying in the middle of the basement.
Xiao Pei, who was wearing a black robe, floated beside the twisted shadow.
Dozens of humans knelt on the ground and looked at Xiao Pei and the black shadow beside her in surprise. Some of them were missing hands, some were missing legs, and all of them were more or less handicapped.
Moreover, most of them looked hesitant and unkempt. Only when they saw Xiao Pei and the black shadow did their eyes show a little hope.
They were all cultivators who were handicapped for various reasons and lost the opportunity to continue cultivating.
Xiao Pei looked at them with a hint of pity in her eyes.
She looked at an old man and asked, "Old Zheng, how have you been?"
The old man named Elder Zheng was a skinny, white-haired old man who had lost his hands.
He smiled bitterly and said, "How else can I be? I'm just living like this. "
Xiao Pei asked, "Where's Old Sun?"
Old Zheng's eyes drooped down and he sighed. "Two days ago, he had an anomaly at the food factory and was killed by the guards on the spot."
Xiao Pei closed her eyes and sighed in her heart. Old Zheng and Old Sun were both cultivators who were seriously injured on the battlefield.
They were ordinary graduates of Donghua Dao School and had a cultivation level of First Realm. They were also heroes who dared to sacrifice themselves on the battlefield.
However, ever since they were seriously injured and retired, their situation became worse and worse.
To be honest, Dong Hua City was already treating these disabled cultivators very well. They were given jobs, a few servings of meat every month, and all kinds of care on a regular basis. This was almost the limit of human society, which was currently short of resources.
However, when cultivators were seriously injured, it was difficult for them to improve their cultivation level. The negative effects of this could not be alleviated by food and shelter.
Although the food they received was better than that of ordinary people, it was still far from enough for cultivators.
After all, the bodies of cultivators were much stronger than that of ordinary people, and their consumption was also much higher than that of ordinary people. In theory, they would either have a large amount of meat to replenish themselves every day, or they would be able to eat supernatural food, such as human food.
After leaving the army and the Dao School, it was almost impossible for them to get any supernatural food.
Therefore, what they had to face was the gradual thinning and weakening of their bodies.
The weakening of their bodies brought about a weakening of their minds. Especially after getting used to the extremely powerful, agile, and energetic body that was almost invincible, they had to watch their bodies get weaker and weaker, and their five senses get duller and duller. This was another heavy blow to their minds.
Apart from this, there was also the mutation.
Their bodies were weak, their minds were depressed, and they had to fight against the mutation because of their cultivation level. This was naturally even more difficult.
Almost every month, there was news of old soldiers being killed after their mutation.
This naturally caused ordinary people to be filled with fear, wariness, and even discrimination when they saw these old soldiers.
Little Pei hated this situation, but there was nothing she could do.
There was another situation that was even worse.
Little Pei looked at a young man at the side and asked, "Kong Lian, do you have enough meat at home recently? Did you lose weight again? "
Kong Lian was a genius cultivator who was once on the same level as Zhou Bai.
Because the Sky Demon had been seriously injured when he wreaked havoc in the Dao School and lost an arm, he had dropped out after two months.
Now, he looked extremely thin, pale, and haggard. Compared to the high-spirited and high-spirited Kong Yin who used to be in the arena, he was a completely different person.
Compared to the cultivators who were injured on the battlefield and had retired, the cultivators who were seriously injured and dropped out of the Dao School for various reasons were even more miserable.
This was because they had never been on the battlefield and had not made any contributions. Naturally, their treatment was far worse than the retired cultivators, but they had to face the same predicament.
Kong Lian looked at Little Pei with admiration. It was this woman who had helped him when he was at his lowest, most desperate, and darkest. Otherwise, he would have been mutated and beaten to death.
Kong Lian shook her head. "I'm fine. I've been eating well recently. My body is getting used to it. It's just that … everyone is still afraid of me … "He smiled helplessly and scratched his head." I can't help it. I'm also worried that I'll mutate sometimes, so I've been staying in the factory dormitory. I don't dare to go home. "
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