It can be seen at present that

The soul of the tree is saved by the Lord.

The soul of the sword is the master of killing.

A palm of your hand!

One palm dies!

"Why are you still here?"

At some point, Lu Jingxue appeared beside Li Mutian, graceful and graceful, wearing a simple and neat and simple outfit, but still outlined graceful curves, and was filled with dust, but it was hard to hide the glory of the turbid world.

Li Mutian was about to ask, "Did you forget to take something?", but saw her frowning slightly, with deep confusion in her eyes.

He raised his head, looked at the Midwest, and suddenly realized.

Before I knew it, several hours have passed!

I came out in the morning, it was afternoon now.

In visualization, you cannot feel the passage of time.

Li Mutian squeezed his eyes and smiled and said, "I haven't left yet. I'm waiting for you to come back. If you don't come, I will turn into a wife-hopping stone."
Chapter completed!