"I want to run, but there are no doors and no windows."

Xia Tian laughed and shook his hand and a silver needle flew out, and the white shadow was immediately nailed to the window frame.

"Hey, this bug is so disgusting."

Zhao Qingqing glanced at the nailed white shadow and found that it was a white bug the size of a tail finger, with a triangular white hard shell on its head, and countless thin, soft and long legs growing on both sides of its body, constantly wriggling.

She hates bugs the most, especially those with many feet.

Xia Tian stepped forward to look at the insect and murmured to himself: "Strange, this insect should not be something on earth."

"What does it mean? It's not from Earth, is it from an alien planet?"

Zhao Qingqing remembered the cultivator Xia Tian mentioned before and couldn't help but ask questions.

"This insect was not a worm."

Xia Tian observed for a while and then came to the conclusion: "It should be a parasite, or lice, on the body of the cultivators in other worlds, and then it was used by some idiot as a worm."

"Lice?"

Zhao Qingqing shook all over. This play was even more disgusting than a bug. "The cultivators should have washed their marrow, why do they still have such things?"

"Girl Qingqing, you've made a mistake. Not all cultivators will cleanse their marrow."

Xia Tian explained with a smile: "Even in the world of immortal cultivation, no one can enjoy it."

And I can only do what can wash others' marrow on earth."

"Is it so difficult?"

Influenced by some novels of cultivating immortals, Zhao Qingqing always thought that marrow cleaning and bone cutting are all basic operations for cultivators. No matter who takes what elixir, he will directly wash away the impurities in his body, and his spiritual roots are complete.
Chapter completed!