Transmigration:Married Many Many Times

The next day.

The golden black rose slowly from the horizon, and dyed the clouds in the mountains with golden brilliance.

Most of the monks get up early to practice, while guitianzong has a lot of talents and fierce competition. They have a sense of crisis and it is normal to get up early. In addition, due to the strict hierarchy of guitianzong, the disciples who enter the room have to say hello to their master Fengzhu sooner or later. It is common to get up early and go up and down the sect.

However, Shen Yan is very lazy. It has been his habit for hundreds of years to get up late and get up early. He can even sleep all day.

Du Zehan lay on his side on the bed, with his head on one hand, looking at the man in front of him with great interest.

How can there be such an interesting person?

It seems to be indifferent to everything, lazy like a cat.

Duzehan sat up and looked out of the window. There, there are already a group of disciples waiting for the magic peak. The distant mountain clouds behind them looked like a splashed ink painting.

Duzehan gave a silent sneer and went back to bed.

He just can't get used to the decent faces of these famous families. Since they are waiting outside early to say hello, just wait. He won't wake Ji Chenyan up kindly.

Du Zehan closed his eyes and fell asleep, slowly mobilizing his whole body. Last night, I relied on a group of natural resources and local treasures to nourish the major meridians. My kung fu has recovered 30%. After seven or eight days of recuperation, the body will not be able to heal.

The aura worked for a few weeks. Du Zehan was comfortable and had a look at the sky. He was afraid that it was almost noon.

The disciples of demon subduing peak are still waiting outside the house.

But the man on the bed is still sleeping.

Du Zehan crooked his lips with a smile. In a good mood, he stretched out his little fat paw and gently pushed the man. He said softly, "master, get up."

The man slightly frowned and ignored.

Du Zehan thought it was interesting, so he simply fell on the man and said, "get up, master."

The man still ignored him and pushed his fat face away lazily.

Du Zehan gave a kiss in the palm of someone's hand, raised his voice and said, "master!"

This is a cry to the ear, not very loud, but absolutely not small.

Shen Yan moved himself, his eardrum vibrated, his eyes suddenly opened, and he was so angry that he wanted to kill people.

"Master..." Milk dumpling smile teeth can not see the face, like a mouth happy steamed bread.

Shen Yan reached out and pinched the little fat face of the milk ball. He was not angry: "go to the ground and kneel! Don't get up when kneeling for less than an hour! "

Du Zehan looked at him wrongly, touched his face and said with tears: "don't be angry with me, master. I saw that my elder martial brother and elder martial sister had been waiting outside for a long time, so I called him to get up."

Shen Yan was stunned. When he looked out of the window, there was a group of disciples. Later, he thought of the rules of greetings in the morning and evening of guitianzong. He was ashamed and embarrassed. He wanted to find a way to get in.

But the dignity of being a teacher can't be challenged, and the milk ball is too arbitrary. Shen Yan glared at the little fat baby and said: "go to the ground and kneel! Don't whine

"Oh..." The milk ball answered wrongly and bounced off the bed like a small ball holding the big pillow.

Then, Shen Yan saw the milk ball put the pillow on the ground, bent his knee and knelt on the pillow.