Time, Ye Fan sank three days later.

Location: Huangshan is a Xugu.

Zhao Yang, who had been sleeping for three days, finally woke up from his deep sleep.

Some of the mouths are dry.

There is no water around.

Opening his eyes, a girl in Shaomin costume was looking at him curiously.

Zhao Yang's eyes widened.

Am I not awake yet?

Still in a dream now?

Isn't this bitter wine so exciting, right?

Zhao Yang, who couldn't feel the bottom of his heart, did not speak.

And the Shaomin girl who was staring at him all the time, Feixia shouted on her face: "Uncle Long Ao, that man has woken up!"

As he said that, the girl stomped her feet and ran out of the house shyly.

Zhao Yang: "???"

Long Ao?

uncle?

"Okay, it seems I'm awake..."

Sitting up from the bed, Zhao Yang looked around, and when he saw Erxin, he placed it on the long table in the house.

Stretch out a hand.

The long sword floated out of thin air and flew into Zhao Yang's hands.

The palm was tightly held on the hilt of the sword, and it was not until this moment that Zhao Yang let out a long sigh.

Only when you hold the second heart can you feel at ease!

"This dream is done...it seems that Shen Bing is right. If you want to toast in the future, it is better to drink it by her side."

When Zhao Yang recalled his dream experience, he thought he was taboo.

His heart is quite small.

But the dream was too bizarre. At first, it was clearly the perspective of the scholar. Who would have thought that he would become a teacher again after a lifetime, but the one who taught was Zhao Yang himself.

after...

Become a tiger.

Has been an official magistrate.

Eat a big dealer.

Weird Shangguan.

There is almost no rule in the entire dream...

If he hadn't been awake, he would have returned to the scholar Zhao Yang's "this deity". I'm afraid Zhao Yang would have long been sinking into that kind of life.

Except for the deity, other "life" are very short, but Zhao Yang has tasted all kinds of ups and downs in life.

Moreover, he turned into those dreamers, but they were all around the deity "Scholar Zhao Yang".

awkward!

Feeling uncomfortable!

It's so awkward!

However, when the dream passes, the taste remains, but the memory is not left at all.

When Zhao Yang woke up from his dream, the only thing he remembered was his lifelong elegance as a scholar Zhao Yang, who had personally judged him and possessed a memory of his countless lives.

This taste...

"It's really a bitter wine."

A bitter smile appeared on his lips. Zhao Yang's originally broken heart became much more clear after drinking this glass of wine.

Without waiting for Zhao Yang to continue sighing, the magic knife called by the girl's shouting just now appeared in the house.

Still full of pressure, Mr. Long Ao floated his blade above Zhao Yang's head and made a buzzing sound.

"You guy is awake?"

Wake up?

"Wake up, Chunyang thanks for your kindness for maintaining you."

Standing up from the bed, Zhao Yang bowed to the magic sword. When he looked up, a chuckled indeed on his face and said, "Senior Chunyangguan has a hint of popularity, but has he found the sword master again?"

Popularity?

Zhao Yang is talking nonsense!

How could "popularity" appear on Long Ao's magic sword? It was entirely because he remembered the "protagonist" with extremely weak presence in his memory, which seemed to be similar to the figure of the young girl just now...

Thinking of this, Long Ao's magic sword seems to be the girl outside in the future?

"Boss of the Sword? You guy is afraid you haven't died!"

Long Ao's blade suddenly pressed down, and the huge atmospheric pressure brought directly to Zhao Yang, a half-baked Jindan monk, onto the bed: "I tell you, the old boy Lu Dongxuan and I have a deep blood hatred. The reason why I don't kill you is because your uncle Long Ao, I don't want to bully the younger generation, but if you dare to talk nonsense again, your uncle Long Ao will have many ghosts who have died in vain under the sword!"

Zhao Yang: "..."

Since ancient times, it has become funny!

After a good chat, the funny guy from the chaotic camp opposite him started to get fucked after hearing this!

This is so unsolvable!!!

I comfort myself in my heart not to get angry with a crazy knife. If the master who can sacrifice himself, it is completely unworthy of being angry with it...

After calming down his heart, Zhao Yang then raised his head and smiled bitterly: "Senior Long Ao, you are right, it's Chunyang Menglang."

Zhao Yang surrendered.

Ma Dan! The knife is placed on the neck, and it’s not okay if you don’t want to accept it!

Just throwing this guy in front of him into the Earth Immortal Realm is probably a domineering person!

Zhao Yang surrendered, and the magic sword didn't bother with him. He just amplified the pressure again and flew up from Zhao Yang's shoulder.

"I said, boy, don't pretend to be stupid. I remember clearly that before you drank that bitter wine, I told me that there was an outside turtle shell wandering around our world.

Come on, tell me the location of the turtle shell, and see that your uncle Long Ao cut off the turtle shell with a knife!"

Zhao Yang: "..."

"Uncle Long Ao!"

Just when Zhao Yang was embarrassed, an elf-like little head poked out at the door: "Uncle, didn't you say you would stay here in the next few days and celebrate Leng Yue's birthday!"

Leng Yue?

Is it this name?

Zhao Yang turned his head and looked at the girl who was making a sound, and saw a small and pretty face... that was grimacing at him.

"A brief!"

After sticking out his tongue, Leng Yue slids her eyes with her hands and grimaced at the person in the room: "The people who don't keep their words in mind are all bad people!"

"Well....."

Zhao Yang withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Long Ao.

He felt a little confused.

The two guys in front of him are really Long Ao’s sword master, the eighth son of destiny?

I feel like this guy is just like Long Ao, he is all funny in the chaotic camp...

Zhao Yang had a headache here, and the magic knife he was staring at was also a little embarrassed.

The blade trembled a few times, and Long Ao said to Zhao Yang: "Don't think too much. This child is just a transformation demon we encountered when we passed by Huangshan. When we passed by, she was experiencing the transformation heavenly tribulation, and then... she was struck by lightning a few times, probably because she broke her head."

Transformed little demon?

Did your head break thunder?

A few drops of cold sweat appeared on Zhao Yang's forehead. Most of the demons were transformed at the level of the Nascent Soul. Even if it were exceptions, the Yuanqi baby in the Golden Pill has already taken shape... Who can tell him where the "Nascent Soul Monster" outside, who has no magic energy, came out from?

Demon Sword Dragon Ao.

Magic Sword, Long Ao...

I'm afraid the word "demon" came from the fox demon in front of me...

Zhao Yang, who had a little guess in his heart, turned his head and saw that the fox demon Leng Yue had already stepped into the house step by step.

Seeing Zhao Yang looking at her, the little vixen hurriedly hid behind the demon sword.

"A little bit, don't look at me. I know you are very fierce, but I have Uncle Long Ao's protection, so I'm not afraid of you!"

"Well...."

Zhao Yang was speechless.

Am I fierce?

Where did this be discussed?

After thinking about his usual style, Zhao Yang suddenly realized that what he said... seems to be correct?
Chapter completed!