My Little Mom Is The Richest Man

Even if I have a further relationship with Xiang Hua tonight, as long as I give up this relationship and eliminate the only reasons that will lead to my own death, everything should be over in this life.

"We who reincarnate again won't meet and know each other."

I don't want to be remembered by a group of old immortals who enjoy the blessings of heaven. I just want to live in this noisy real world. Immortals or something, except for Haitian and Haiyin, everything else is too far away from me, and in this 21st century when aura is drying up and becoming muddy, cultivating immortals or something, dream it!

Looking at the magnificent face of Shan Qi in the bubble, I am very fortunate to have such a brother. My favorite relative in the past was my brother, and he seems to be the same in this life. Shan Qinian's concern for my every move is deeply rooted in my heart. I was amused at the thought of the nondescript chess game at the first meeting. He really loves my sister very much. Then he should take back the reason why I was similar to her dead sister. I won't tell him now that I remembered everything, and wait until it's all over. As long as I can survive, I must thank the people who support me.

The bubbles were dissipated by the sudden violent ocean current, and the fragmented images merged into the sea water little by little, slowly entering the bottom of my heart. I will not choose to explode, nor will I choose to forget. Since I have found these precious things through a lot of hard work, I will not let them slip away again.

I probably know who my alliance is, who the enemy is, and who the neutrals are, but I can’t simply believe that there will be different places in each life that will lead to different endings of my death, the one who wants to come ashore. In a moment, the war will be on the verge of breaking out.

Thinking of Jun Riyue's exquisite smiling face and the sullenness in her eyes, she would kill her when she saw me again.

I've been free for so long, it's time to practice for a while. After recovering from the illness, I really neglected my own skills.

The bubbles were completely gone, and the figure I was familiar with gradually disappeared. A ray of faint sunlight came in, and I slowly rose to the surface, finally feeling the coldness of my body, and I couldn't help cursing inwardly: NND, I wasn't dreaming just now.

Yes, those immortals and heavens are like dreams. I always thought it was a simple dispute between the rivers and lakes, and it turned into a dispute between heaven and earth at this moment. Thinking that Grandma Ke Suzhen was actually the former master of the Blue Sword Gate, which represented the realm of heaven, I felt chills. Can the world be distorted a bit? As for the immortal gate, even if it has nothing to do with the heavens, it is not an object that can be despised for thousands of years. When I think of my unique identity in this life, I feel speechless.

When I looked up, I didn't see the blue sky and saw the faces of the three sisters, Chen Yuluoyan, with deep worries and sadness.

I couldn't help but sigh, how should I face them when I woke up from the dream, how should I face Mu Qiu?

Not far away in the air, two tall and tall figures stood there, suddenly appearing like mirages that made people unable to believe their eyes. They really did not rely on any external force to stand in the air, their suspended bodies propped up the flawless beige robes, and their clothes were windless and automatic. If it weren't for two faces that were too old, they might be beautiful.

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