Three hundred million years, for Mio, who has a long and endless lifespan, it is indeed not long.

"Puff! Hahaha! Hahahaha! Three or three hundred million years!? Have you watched too many TV series and movies? I'm really laughing at me, and I'll have three hundred million years!

"Dinosaurs still existed 300 million years ago. Do you want to tell us that you have seen living dinosaurs!?"

The one who made a frightening laugh was not Jin Zhengpu, nor Jin Zhiyuan, who had been talking to Si Tong, nor Aunt Zhou.

But a young man standing behind them in the group.

The head of the plane was dyed with a few greens, wearing ripped trousers and a leather jacket, a typical social brother, a rich second-generation, looking careless.

This person's name is Jin Zeyu, 23 years old. He is the grandson of Zhengpu and Aunt Zhou of Jin. He has no blood relationship with Luo Yin.

"Hahaha!" Jin Zeyu was young and energetic, holding his abdomen and laughed for a long time.

The atmosphere was a bit subtle, and Jin Zhiyuan could even feel the aura of death emanating from Si Tong's body.

"Jin Zeyu, wait aside! There is nothing you have to do here!" Jin Zhiyuan glared at Jin Zeyu fiercely, realizing:

"Okay, stop talking about strange things. I'm here to take my mom home, not to talk about these unrealistic things."

Regardless of whether Si Tong came from hell or not, it had nothing to do with him, and the topic was obviously distracted.

Jin Zhengpu and Aunt Zhou are both in their eighties, but their physical condition is a bit outrageous.

Si Tong swept over these people in a cold manner.

Before he could speak, he was held back by Luo Yin who stepped forward: "Mr. Mio, please don't say more. I am already grateful that you can help me again. Luo Yin is not worth it. I am responsible for all this."

She is no longer a person from hell, and she never thought that her Lord Mio would talk for her. The touch was hidden in the tears at the end of her eyes.

"Hahahaha! This old woman is still making trouble. She wants to act the trick to the end!" Jin Zeyu is Aunt Zhou's grandson, so of course he speaks to Luo Yin with no slight or heavy words.

After pinching Si Tong's wrist, Luo Yinzhi. With Master Mio's usual style, if she didn't stop her, the next scene would definitely be full of corpses. Luo Yin said:

"Sir Mio, Luo Yin really can't repay you. I will solve this problem myself!"

The unyielding rhythm made Si Tong, who was unwilling to meddle in other people's business, turn around.

No more care.

"Sister!" When Si Chen, Wu Jinhua and Xiang Rongmiao came over, Jin Zhengpu and others had already left.

Luo Yin did it himself.

"Oh, those candied haws are really delicious. Sister, I have left you a bunch of them. Why are you here by yourself? Don't wait for me?" Si Chen said, handing over a candied haw.

Si Tong takes it.

Xiang Rongmiao and others had eaten candied haws, so they went to Luoyin to exchange for divination notes.

......

Divine Realm.

Under the iconic sky tree.

Bo Yu and Hei Yan lie in the shade of the tree, gasping for breath.

They fought again for three days and three nights.

A fine sweat as big as a bean breeds out from Boyu's smooth forehead, slid along his left face lying on his side to his auricle and into the soil.

The two of them lay casually on the lawn.

"Damn, Boyu, I will let you do this time. Next time you dare to talk nonsense, I will definitely hit you with a blowjob!" Hei Yan angrily.

Bo Yu knew about the three days and three nights of battle, and Hei Yan kept asking him, after all, his strength was not as strong as Hei Yan.

The gentle and humble aura made Bo Yu not anxious or impatient no matter how big the matter happened. Faced with Bo Yu's provocation, he also greeted him with a smile:

"Okay, but the person who blossoms is not me, but Xiao Yanyan, your chrysanthemum—flower—"
Chapter completed!