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The floor was full of bottles and clothes, and the hair was full. Gently placed Lu Xuan’s brother on Zhang Tianlin’s bed, he had been sleeping for fifty years. The cat surrounded by golden light is Nam Young-hoon. When he touched Zhang Tianlin’s bed, the dream seemed to disturb his ears.

What happened? Nan Rongzimo was shocked. Liu Tianshi said that life and death are fate. Nam Rongxun did not practice. He’s really just a cat. Before meeting Liu Tianshi, he should have lived for many years.

Liu Tianshi found a doctor for Nan Rongzi, but no famous doctor knew how to save the cat’s life, and finally Liu Tianshi came up with a way. In Nam Rongxun’s last breath, he stopped his time.

In the fifty years since, Lu Xuan X has fallen asleep like a sculpture, never moving, and never responding to Nan Rong Zimo. But at this moment, Nan Rong Zimo even wanted to know if he was wrong. Nan Rongxun was actually moved. Is Zhang Tianlin really that godly? Just when Nan Rong Zimo was confused, Zhang Tianlin came in. “What are you doing, it’s too late, go to bed.”

“You…”

Nan Rongzimo raised his hand to fight, but seemed to remember something, and suddenly took a step back and hugged himself. “Why is that?”

Zhang Tianlin glanced at her suspiciously. “There are no rooms in my house. You sleep in my bed and I sleep on the floor. It turned out that Zhang Tianlin didn’t mean that. Nan Rongzi Mo grimaced at him. His face trembled and he lay directly on the ground. “Don’t you lay the floor?”

He lay directly on the clothes on the ground and used slippers as pillows to face her. “I kind of care about people.” “Go! Who cares about you! You love to sleep, you sleep. Nan Rongzi Mo glanced at Zhang Tianlin’s back.

“I didn’t sleep in your kennel, I didn’t” Minami Rongzi was not joking. Lu Xuan is a humanoid and inherits the shape of habit, and she never sleeps.

“Night owl”. After Zhang Tianlin said this, she stopped responding to her, and shortly thereafter, she heard a voice.

“Stinky Taoist…”

Nan Rongzi Moqiang endured the smell of the room and sat down in Zhang Tian’s clinic. He placed the seedling knife on his thigh and began to cultivate.

It is very difficult to imitate humanoid creatures. Both this process and further cultivation can only be done through meditation, running the body on Sundays, endless boring running, and adding her as a woman to do anode exercises. This is more difficult.

Endless nightfall, endless reincarnation, Nan Rong Zimo has long been numb, but this time is different.

Somehow, sitting on Zhang Tianlin’s bed, the strength of the whole body seemed to be pulled, flowing naturally. If the movement of forces on the meridians is like driving in a tunnel, you need to guide yourself, otherwise, it can be violent when the chaos of power rushes into the blind lanes of some meridians. At this time, Nan Rong Zimo felt that his skills were as fast and accurate as the flowing river.

An hour later, Lu Xuanzimo felt that he had achieved more results than the three evening exercises.

“Hu-urge-” escaped from the entrance, Nan Rong Zimo’s ears called Zhang Tianlin.

Stinky Taoist.

The corners of his mouth showed a rare smile, which made the dregs at the corners of his mouth flow.

Stretching out her hands, Nan Rongzimo held Nan Rongxun, but when she just lifted Nan Rongxun from Zhang Tianlin’s bed, the golden light around Nan Rongxun disappeared, and her breathing was almost weak for most of the time. _

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