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“Slow down, slow down... Slow down for so long, how long? Slow you down, big guy!” The Lord of the Chukou bites the canal.

Song Shuhang seemed to see substantial resentment.

“And I'm not going to slow it down any longer.” Lord Chukou whispered, seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be telling Song Shuhang: “I don't want to wait any longer, I want them to be truly reborn and no longer only in illusion. That's all I want, isn't it? ”

Song Shuhang's heart moved and he looked around this‘ Bishui Pavilion ’.

He knew that the entire Bishui Pavilion was constructed by the chief of the Chu Pavilion with [real illusion]. Later, with the strength of the chief of the Chu Pavilion, this‘ Bishui Pavilion ’became more and more real. On a number of occasions, a monk misapproached Bishui Pavilion and was enthusiastically received by the disciples of Bishui Pavilion. None of the monks noticed that it was an illusion when they left the‘ Bishui Pavilion ’.

Listening to Lord Chu's tone, her lifelong path is probably related to this vast 'real illusion of Bishui Pavilion’.

“You're not gonna stop me, are you?” The Lord of the Chukou suddenly turned his head to Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang smiled bitterly, “I am not Song Wood, Lord Chu, you should know very well. ”

Why would Song Wood persuade Lord Chu to slow down, do not step into the path of eternal life, and Song Shuhang will not know. Perhaps there are important reasons for this. He sent this letter all the way. He was worried about the Lord of the Chu Palace, so he woke up early.

“So you won't stop me, will you?” Lord Chu said again.

Song Shuhang frowned and pondered for a long time in the light of the status quo. Then he replied earnestly: "However, if I may, I would also like to let Lord Chu slow down a bit. I told you before I came, the ‘days’ are changing outside today. In this turbulent period of shifting day, the elderly survived, and the Nine Pint Robbery Immortals were also affected. Master Chu, why don't you wait a little longer, at least after this‘ turbulent period '? ”

Lord Chu: “So, you said to slow down? So tell me, when am I going to slow down? ”

“I'm just answering your question in the light of the current situation outside, and according to one of my predecessors, this‘ day change 'won't last very long. So, Lord Chu, you might want to wait a little longer.” Song Shuhang explained.

“I don't know if I can wait any longer, and I want to forget the contents of that letter every day.” Lord Chukou stretched out a lazy waist and suddenly changed the subject: “Come on, I'll take you to Time City. It's not easy for you to get in without me. ”

Song Shuhang turned his head and looked at the distant 'Umbrella Daoist'. Could it be that Lord Chu's consciousness wanted to forget the contents of the 'letter’, which led to the Umbrella Daoist's forgetful attributes?

Continuous oblivion, don't you want to remember the contents of the letter?

In the distance, the Umbrella Man picked up a piece of paper that was rubbed into a ball, and he looked confused. But a moment later, he lifted his umbrella calmly and walked toward his bamboo tower.

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Upper level of Time City

Chu left Li Yinzhu's room quietly and went out to wipe his nose quietly.

It's cold, cold to the bones. Even if she wore a thick leather jacket, she was still shaking cold.

Last time Yas returned, he brought back an ancillary technique left to Li Yinzhu to cure the cold.

The name of the ancillary work, the Emperor did not leave it. But the Great Emperor made it, and it must be boutique.

Before Ice Porphyra is refined, Li Yinzhu will take the free time to cultivate this ancillary technique. Running this ancillary technique with ice progesterone will completely cure the cold in her body.

As she practiced this ancillary technique, the cold air in her body was dissolved as part of her true life. But during the practice, her body exudes a lot of chills.

Cold and desperate, and this chill ignores the physique of the monks.

After taking care of Li Yin Bamboo, Chu Chu freezes to the point of stiffness.

“Yo, Chu Chu girl, long time no see.” At this point, a familiar voice rang in Chu's ear.

Chu Chu looked up and saw the familiar Mr. Song Shuhang.

A little while has passed, and Mr. Shuhang seems to have grown quite a bit. Strength also seems to have improved considerably.

Wait, what's this feeling?

When she found herself staring at Song Shuhang, she felt a sense of dignity coming from each other.

At the same time, she couldn't help but call out a name: “Ba... Ba... Song, Xuansheng?! ”

Lord Chu: “Pfft ~ ~" Dad, what the hell is Song?

Song Shuhang: “…”

“Xuansheng, Mr. Shuhang, have you promoted Xuansheng?” Chuchu swallowed his saliva and opened his eyes.

Although she and Li Yingzhu stayed above the time, it was a special mystery that slowed down the passage of time. Though not one day above the sky, the earth has been exaggerated for thousands of years. But one month in secret, and one year outside.

But they didn't spend much time in secret, did they?

She remembered clearly that when Song Shuhang and Song Shuhang were separated, Song Shuhang was only a second-place realm. Remember, he broke through promotion when he took part in the battle of the Chu family and the False Sword faction 'Cutting Sendai’ instead.

After a glance, Song Shuhang became the Eight Pin Xuansheng?

I must have joined a false time mystery, maybe I'm in this mystery for a day, a thousand years now?

“Not yet, I have a problem with my holy stature.” Song Shuhang replied.

Chu Chu: “…” Can Xuanzheng also be fake?

However, after hearing Song Shuhang's explanation, she was relieved. After all, jumping straight from the second pin to the eighth pin Xuansheng is too exaggerated.

“What is Song Daoyou's strength now?” Chu Chu asked curiously.

Song Shuhang: “A few days ago, I just upgraded four pints, and then condensed a sacral bone. I'm still trying to condense more sacral bones. ”

“Four?” Chu Chu, open your eyes: "If I remember correctly, the last time we split up, you were still in the second place, right? ”

“It's a second pin.” Song Shu Hangdao.

Chu Chu: “So, Big Song Daoyou, how long have you been practicing outside?” - Chu Chu's name for Song Shuhang has been changed several times since we met.

“Well, counting the time, almost two months.” Song Shu Hangdao.

Chu Chu: “…"

Maeg, are we playing the same game? Do we really need the same level of experience to upgrade? Senior Big Song, next time take me to upgrade and take me flying.

“How's Bamboo Bamboo?” Song Shuhang asked.

Chu Chu: "Miss Yan Zhu has been in better health ever since she started practicing that assistive technique. The cold is getting worse and worse. ”

“Thank you. Is she still practicing?” Song Shu Hangdao.

Chu Chu nodded.

Song Shuhang cautiously pushed the door open, only the whole room was full of cold air, just like entering the air-conditioner.

Even in his four-grade realm, he couldn't bear to tremble.

This chill is so overbearing.

At the moment Song Shuhang pushed the door, Li Yinzhu opened his eyes. Her long silver eyelashes congealed with ice cream, which fell as she blinked. Later, her equally silver eyes looked at Song Shuhang and her eyes revealed a happy color.

Her little body slipped off the bed and swayed towards Song Shuhang, plunging into his arms.

Song Shuhang's body naturally caught Li Yinzhu, petting drowning to touch her head - these moves, he made like a thousand hammers, skilled and terrible.

This must have been some of the lifestyle habits that Song Shuhang had brought to life when he was dreaming of 'Dao Li Tianpu'.

“Hey, did the bamboo shrink some more?” Song Shuhang picked up Li Yingzhu and asked curiously.

“Mr. Big Song, you must have grown taller yourself.” Chu Chu stood beside Song Shuhang, comparing himself to a row.

Song Shuhang shook his head: “Although I grew a little taller, the volume of the bamboo must have shrunk again. ”

Old bamboo sounds like a four- or five-year-old. Now, she looks like a three-year-old.

Li Yinzhu looked curiously at her little hand, and she didn't feel much for herself.

“Forget it, it's okay. Once you've cured the cold, you can start to grow up again. Then one day, you'll grow up to be a big girl.” Song Shuhang had a brilliant smile.

He reached out and took out the "Ice Podan" refined by Senior Turtle and handed it to Li Yinzhu.

“This is ice progesterone, three in total, you conquer it in batches and work with the auxiliary methods to try to solve the cold in your body completely.” Song Shu Hangdao.

Li Yinzhu nodded slightly: “Will I grow up after eating? ”

“Definitely.” Song Shu Hangdao.

Li Yingzhu: “Will it grow that big in the future? ”

“Required." Song Shuhang replied.

He had sensed it before, and Li Yinzhu's body shrunk and seemed to affect his way of thinking, which in some ways slowed down.

Li Yingzhu: “Hmm. ”

She took the iceberg and ran to her bed again. Her body was just a little taller than the bed, and she grabbed the edge of the bed so hard that one of her calves tried to cross over, and then she rolled over and rolled into the bed.

According to Song Shuhang's instructions, she swallowed an ice phosphorus and started running the ancillary method again.

Huge chills gushed out of her body, but this time the chills did not break apart. When they gushed out, they would be sucked back and turned into Li Yinzhu's true life.

[When cold sickness recovers, Li Yingzhu can recover, and then slowly grow up.] Song Shuhang Xinxiandao.

When I think about it, all of a sudden there's a picture in his head.

In a church.

A pretty girl, a little like him, dressed in a wedding dress, was strapped by him and walked on the red carpet with a smile on her face.

The church door opened and a handsome young man came face-to-face, looking softly at the beautiful girl in the wedding dress.

Shit, young man, who are you? Come here, see if I don't shit on you!