.

"Oh, is that so?"

I went to the deepest room and gently opened the door. Inside, a son-in-law ran out, alertly, "Who are you? This is the place where Miss Shen rests. No one else can enter."

I rushed to the bird brother over there: "Isn't Shen's room here?"

Brother Bird dumbfounded: "Then I kept it-who's room for this month?

The son-in-law also said dumbly: "That's the room of an adult who makes swords. He said that he would not be happy, and others should not be disturbed. The Holy Spirit said that he would protect Miss Shen from here, just-- Right here. "

The door there squeaked open suddenly, revealing the unbelievable face of magic eyes and throat.

"Standing for a month, the post was hard.

Then closed the door again.

Brother Bird collapsed in place.

"No! This is obviously the address your little ancestor Da Luoshan told me.

Ah, then you got stunned by my little aunt?

"She also said that thunder and rain don't go, so as to show affection. If there is a thunder, just stand under the tree over there."

Well, you've just been stunned by my little aunt.

I told the bitch.

"I came to see Miss Shen's injury. My name is Ming Feizhen.

"Yeah! You are Lord Ming, the Holy Spirit has been asking you to come. It is finally here. This lady often screams in her dreams, but can't wake up. She is always scary and hot, I really do n’t know what to do .

I hummed and stepped inside. The bird brother followed and ran in. m

Shen Yiren's Begonia slept in spring, his eyelashes flickered slightly, and the corners of his eyes carried tears. It was not the reaction of a warrior born from someone approaching. It was a kind of shock that could not escape.

I just approached the bed, she suddenly reached out and slap on my face-slap, leaving five fingerprints.

I was still approaching, holding her hand, and the old eight wounds on my wrist were cured. I put her gently into the quilt. She was still struggling in her sleep, and finally stopped for a while.

I explore her pulse.

This....

The pulse should be as usual, but there is a strong external force like a stream. Rushing around in the meridians of the whole body, if it wasn't for the foundation of Boss Shen's anger, I wouldn't be able to stand it for a month.

I know the source of this strength, it should have been used to heal a tendon injury. After that, even if there is a surplus that can be supplemented, there will never be so much.

Why can the power of Dragon Heart's blood be overpowered to Sri Lanka?

I held Boss Shen's arm and guided that powerful force to follow the path of my meditation.

Boss Shen possessed a terrible and fierce momentum, which was shocking and made the other two afraid to move.

The bird brother wanted to come up to stop, but heard the voice of the devil eyes and throat: "Can you save someone here-move, you dare to move, the old man dare to kill. Then no worries.

I've forgotten everything.

I don't know how long the time has passed. It seems that people are coming and going around, and the number is gradually increasing.

But I have no time to take care of it. I can only focus on guiding that powerful and exaggerated power into the ‘Void I created in Shen Yi ’s body.

Finally successfully performed.

I don't know how long the time has passed. I'm just sweaty and exhausted. I'm exhausted.

"If you are good, you are exhausted.

Then all of a sudden-a fragrant nephrite hugs Yinghuai, the boss Shen is holding me in tears and spitting out three words.

Exploded on the spot.

book.SFA

.. Big Brother, I like you.

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SF Light Novel

Shen Yiren's consciousness was engulfed in some terrible torrent-instantaneous.

The ‘dreaming away from the soul’ that she learned during pseudo-death can make her leave the existing state at any time and return to the spiritual world to adhere to the ego.

Shen Yiren suffered from insomnia, which was greatly relieved after being cleared but not completely cured. This method has been used many times in the middle of the night, so that the body can relax and rest, while the spirit is hiding somewhere in the heart.

The dream world allows her to enjoy more time. She either read a book, practiced martial arts, or practiced playing the piano. She was addicted to it.

And the sudden scorching stream seemed to burn down the entire world and destroy it, in an instant.

Only she can look into the fire and appear in her spiritual world as an onlooker.

She couldn't tell where the damaging torrent originated and when it would end. All she knew was that once her episode broke out, her spiritual world would only be left behind. Ming up and down. It will always be a gray desert.

Dreaming away from the soul can only support her before the torrent, so that she won't end up in ruins. What really keeps her meridians from being destroyed by that force is a strange way of doing things. To make the too powerful force out of the stalemate's inherent trajectory, embarked on a path that she did not know and had never thought of.

But this is also the limit. In a few more days, even this

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