Learn from every setback, learn from every setback—this was Bai Bufan.
Who knew whether Bai Bufan found it nice and cool in the shadow of his life.
But at least right now, he certainly looked pretty cool.
"Tea, tea, Teacher." Bai Bufan stood up, his voice awkward.
Xue Jian was really strong. His ability to absorb drowsiness was far better than his Duck Blood Bottle.
Those who cultivated immortality should aspire to be like Old Jian.
Lin Li sighed inwardly.
When Bai Bufan lowered his head and swept him with a vicious glare, Lin Li could only answer with an innocent look.
It was a silent exchange.
Bai Bufan: "Why didn't you warn me, you Sword Mound!"
Lin Li: "I didn't know."
Lin Li really hadn't known. Xue Jian must have stealthily come in through the back door. If Xue Jian hadn't spoken just now, Lin Li wouldn't even have known he had reached their side.
As an immortal cultivator, his vigilance was still nowhere near strong enough.
And Xue Jian sneaking up without making a sound was downright inhuman.
"Come with me." After giving Bai Bufan a look, Xue Jian said to him.
He was so done for!
Bai Bufan actually felt somewhat wronged. Morning self-study hadn't even started yet. Sleeping wasn't against the law, was it? As for swearing, the number of sixteen-year-olds on this planet who had never cursed was probably smaller than the number of people who could control giant spray mushrooms.
But since he had been caught, he had no grounds to argue. Bai Bufan could only dejectedly follow behind Xue Jian, ready to meet his doom.
When the lips were gone, the teeth felt the cold. Lin Li and Zhou Baowei sorrowfully snickered, using joy to express their grief.
"Lin Li, you come too."