Xianzun becomes a showman as soon as he loses his memory

Mouth, do you need those wound medicines..."

Bai Shu supported the trembling high priest with both hands, asking flatteringly.

Because he was not born in Xuanxu country, he was often scolded as a "heretic's little bastard". He failed to do the things the high priest ordered him to do before, and was even captured by those heretics in the end.

If their gods hadn't come to the rescue and knocked out all the monks and tied them up, I'm afraid he is still in the hands of the heretics at this time, and I'm afraid the high priest will be pissed to death.

So at this time, facing his teacher, the High Priest, Bai Shu felt full of fear, so he tried his best to please him, and began to flatter him desperately.

It's a pity that his hospitality did not offset the high priest's prejudice and anger towards him.

The wound on his body was always burning and painful, and he was missing one arm. He was afraid that he would be a cripple for the rest of his life. At this time, the high priest only felt depressed. His anger desperately needs an outlet.

Yang Xu made a careless mistake, so he vented his anger on the lowly high priest in his eyes.The high priest Mengsang was also furious, but he didn't dare to show the slightest disrespect to the gods he revered, but at this moment there was a Baishu who bumped into him in front of him.

"Snapped!"

The high priest broke free from Bai Shu's support, and slapped his apprentice loudly with his backhand.

"Heretic brat, I gave you so many Gu worms this time, but you ended up being wiped out, and those damned heretics were arrested again, why do you still have the face in front of me? rock?"

he cursed loudly.

Bai Shu received such a sudden slap, his whole body was blinded instantly, but he didn't dare to resist his teacher, so hearing those angry curses, he could only bow his head respectfully and submissively.

The high priest still looked at him disliked, raised his foot and kicked him: "It's so easy to fall into the hands of those pagans, don't you still miss your pagan parents, so you want to betray my god and join the pagans again?" country?"

Bai Shu was kicked so that she fell on her back, hurriedly got up and knelt down again, and said in a low and respectful voice, "I don't dare."

"Why don't you dare..." the high priest cursed angrily, kicking him again.

The beatings and cursing fell on Bai Shu like a storm, but he could only kneel on the ground with his head bowed, bearing everything silently and obediently, just like his life in the past ten years.

When the high priest was tired from the beating and the anger in his heart was released, he kicked Bai Shu out of the tent roughly, and told him to find a doctor accompanying him.

With bruises all over her body, Bai Shu retreated respectfully, but a gloomy look suddenly flashed in the depths of her eyes, and the palms hanging by her sides were tightly clenched into fists.

After looking for a doctor, he himself found a soft whip and walked towards a tent with a gloomy expression.

Yang Xu would vent his anger on the high priest, and the high priest would vent his anger on Bai Shu, and Bai Shu naturally wanted to vent his anger at this time.

And it just so happened that in that tent, those monks who were arrogant and invincible, but surrendered by their gods, were imprisoned.

Among those monks, there happened to be a young man who was his half-brother with a very different fate.

A brother who made him extremely jealous.