Old Chang's eyelids drooped slightly, covering up the light in his eyes and not speaking.

Just when Han Chujiu thought he wouldn't answer.

A faint voice came from my ears: "The Emperor of the Extreme Realm may change, but no matter when and where, there is only one king I assisted. What is the other person who is qualified to support me?"

Han Chujiu was stunned and looked at Mr. Chang in surprise.

Then I couldn't help laughing.

But his laughter was filled with the unique sound of gold and stone of young people. Not only did he not look heroic and rough, but he was indescribably immature and cute.

So without laughing a few times, he stopped with a dark face.

This damn [curse], damn...

Han Chujiu calmed down and hooked Mr. Chang's neck, and said aloud: "Brother, you have been kind like Maitreya Buddha in the past two years. I thought you had been smoothed out and only knew how to be a cow for the Emperor of Jiyu! I only realized today that you are still the one who was too strong to be the one who was in the past and did your own thing."

Mr. Chang gave him a look.

Han Chujiu calmed his expression and said softly: "Brother, don't worry, that boy Di Mingjue will be fine. I had told him the fortunes back then, and he has a long life!"

Mr. Chang: "Why don't I know when Xiaojiu, you learned to tell fortunes?"

Han Chujiu said shamelessly: "There is only me who doesn't want to learn in this world, so there is nothing I, Han Chujiu, can't learn."

Mr. Chang patted his forehead, then stepped forward and gently wiped the bronze mirror with his old hand.

The voice was soft, with infinite fatigue and depressedness: "Your Majesty Guang is not alive."

"I finally found Miss Jun and the little master. If I die, my husband's life will be gone."

"Even if I save it, I'm afraid..." It's just a walking corpse, and there is no more happiness.

Han Chujiu couldn't stand the sad look of Mr. Chang, and racked his brains to comfort him.

Suddenly my body lightened and my whole body was spinning.

When I came to my senses, I had already returned to the Medicine King Hall.

"Bang--!!"

Han Chujiu punched the alchemy furnace beside him with a heavy punch, and his handsome and cute face was distorted.

Damn curse!

He was trapped to death in this Medicine King Palace, alone and powerless, and how many years would he be trapped?

Was he so sleepy that he went from a seven-foot man to a baby in a cradle?

Han Chujiu took a deep breath, and while giving himself a touch, he gritted his teeth and said, "Isn't you angry or not! Isn't it like that bastard's wish if you are so angry? Oh, what's the point? Anyway, my baby disciple is coming soon."

"She can grow the other side of the shore and bear the yellow spring fruit, and she must be..."

I will definitely be able to take myself out of this cold grave.

Han Chujiu slowly closed his eyes and smashed his whole body hard on the bed.

"Wait a moment--!!"

Suddenly he suddenly jumped up from the couch, "Didn't Di Mingjue say he likes my baby disciple?"

"What's that Miss Jun?!"

"Di Mingjue, how dare you play with me with two sides, and you will abandon me at all times, and take two boats?!!"

Han Chujiu gritted his teeth and kept spinning in the Palace of Medicine King.

The flames in his eyes were almost spurting out.

If Di Mingjue was in front of him at this time, he would definitely be unable to help but tear him to pieces.

"Haha, even a big peacock like you want to marry my baby disciple, dream!"

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The northernmost point of the floating island is the vast Bohai Sea.

But few people know what they would see if they continued north along the Bohai Sea?
Chapter completed!