He stretched out his hand with one arm, took off the magic talisman from the bun, and confronted him.

As the clouds and mist swayed, the smoke disappeared, and Xu Qianqiu finally saw his face clearly and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

He has seen this portrait!

An old woman in her forties...

I thought that even if I had the skills to keep my face, I should be old and yellow, but looking at it, it was only twenty-one or two.

Compared with ginger mud, it is even more tender.

Are you sure you are not Tianshan Tonglao rejuvenated?

The eyebrows are charitable, and there is a little red mole on the forehead.

This is the Dharma King nun in Mount Lanta!

A Buddha's words were heard before, and people who wanted to practice dual cultivation with him.

Tantric Master!

The portrait of the world's first floor file was painted when he was young.

Now when I see a real person, I am younger than the portrait.

Is this the more you live, the more you go back?
Chapter completed!