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Northwest Road, the backyard of the royal palace.

"ah!"

With a scream, the old man in his sleep suddenly sat up. He gasped, his eyes were not focal, and beads of sweat as big as beans surged out from the pores all over his body.

"Are you having a nightmare again?"

He screamed miserably, but Grandma Yang didn't seem surprised. She put on her clothes and stood up, wiped his sweat with a handkerchief.

"Um……"

The old man looked ugly.

In the past two or three years, whenever he slept to the deepest, he would always wake up from his dream, but he didn't know what dream he had.

I only remembered a few intermittent languages ​​that he could not understand at all...

"Is it because you have gone too much in the sea of ​​laws?"

Grandma Yang felt a little distressed.

"Old man?"

The two masters of magic powers standing outside the door were at a loss and wanted to push the door but didn't dare. Just as they were nervous, they could not help but tremble when they heard footsteps coming from outside the gate.

"father?"

The gate of the courtyard opened without wind, and a boy about thirteen or fourteen years old opened the door and entered.

The young man has a slender figure, a nearly perfect body, and a handsome face that is as handsome as a god, not like a flesh and blood body.

Regardless of men and women, they will inevitably feel good about them when they see them.

But the two masters of magic power standing outside the door seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing, their whole body trembled and their backs were wet.

"I can't even see a door, I'm still the door god?"

Yang Jian looked at the two people standing guard in anger, and without scolding them, he went forward and knocked on the door:

"Dad, open the door."

Inside the room, the old man was still gasping for breath. Seeing Yang Jian, he hurriedly grabbed his palms, and his palms were cold:

"Remember! I remember that sentence!"

"Remember it all?"

Yang Jian's heart moved, and then he looked confused again.

Over the years, through the realm of Jiujiu Xuangong, he learned almost everything he taught by his elder brother, including ancient Taoist literature.

It's just this sound...

"You spoke?"

Yang Jian was a little surprised. If he hadn't seen his father's lips squirming, he almost thought his father wasn't talking at all.

"This dream will not happen in the future."

The old man suddenly spoke.

"Um?"

Yang Jian was about to ask why, but his shoulders sank.

"who?!"

His eyes condensed, and he was about to burst out when his blood and energy, which was as turbulent as the sea, suddenly dissipated invisible.

“Not bad.”

Looking at his growing younger brother, Yang Yu smiled slightly:

"Mother-in-law, I'm back."

"elder brother!"

"Little Prison!"

After reacting, the three people in the room were immediately overjoyed. Grandma Yang complained a little and held his hand.

On the other hand, Yang Yu opened his cuffs in a line and asked the old man to say what he had said before again.

He did not come suddenly, but heard the old man's shouting and the conversation between the two.

only……

The cuffs were as silent as if they were sitting and melted. Yang Yu released several spiritual qi in his left hand, but he did not respond.

"Take the ancestors of the divine literature? Haha, the meaning of this sentence is..."

When Yang Yu frowned slightly, a low and majestic voice came from his cuffs:
Chapter completed!