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Chapter 121 You want me

It took three days and three nights for Ao Lin to reshape Ao You's bloodline, and Mu Fusheng meditated for three days and three nights.

On the fourth day, the door of the bedroom opened.

A big red gold dragon flew out from the hall, with golden scales shining brightly, and two corners on their heads were brand new and powerful. A dragon roar made the Demon Mountain tremble three times.

The demons all ran out and looked up at the dragon entrenched in the air, and couldn't help but exclaim:

"What a beautiful dragon, he's so big."

"Wait, why do I feel like this is Ao You..."

"Hey, don't say it, it's him, why did he suddenly become so big..."

"Yes, yes, it turned golden, and even the broken corners have been repaired."

"So handsome, he confessed to me before..."

Utanhua was listening to Qu Wanning report on the affairs accumulated in the Demon Mountain in the past few days. When they heard the movement, both of them couldn't help but lean against the window and look up at the sky.

Youtanhua couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth, and Qu Wanning couldn't help crying with joy.

Mu Fusheng was closest to him, so he naturally saw Ao You carrying Ao Lin's skinny body on his back.

Ao You circled Mu Fusheng's head for a few times, but he still couldn't help it. Tears fell down, just like it was raining.

"Mu Fusheng, you Buddhism say that good people will be rewarded. I have never done a few good things in my life. Why did I get such a bargain for me? My adoptive father did good deeds all his life, but why did he suffer for more than three hundred years? In the end, he still did it for the sake of the situation.

I'm dead."

Mu Fusheng looked up and comforted him: "Amitabha, if you want to know the cause of the previous life, you will receive it in this life; if you want to know the result of the next life, you will be the author of this life. Ao You, who does good deeds in this life, will not let down the painstaking efforts of Senior Ao."

Ao You sniffed and then took the tears a little smaller.

He said again: "I'll go to the Dragon Vein. My adoptive father wants me to bury him there. I'll arrange everything and come back to find you."

Mu Fusheng nodded: "Go, senior has already transferred three thousand demons to guard the dragon vein for you."

"Wuwuwu, thank her for me." Ao You seemed to be unable to hold back her tears, shook her head and whimpered, "I will be back. You must miss me."

"Okay." Mu Fusheng said.

In the conference hall, Qu Wanning saw Mu Fusheng coming and retreated silently.

Youtanhua lay tiredly on the table and said, "You haven't closed your eyes for several days, go and rest."

Mu Fusheng walked behind Youtanhua, pressed his hands on Youtanhua's shoulders, and sent a stream of soothing breath into Youtanhua's body.

"The monk is waiting for the seniors together."

This sentence made Utanhua feel embarrassed for a moment. Before, the two of them slept together every day, but why does it seem like there is something different today?

Youtanhua coughed lightly and said seriously: "What, I see you have signs of breakthrough. If you are fine these days, you will go into seclusion and break through."

"Yes, OK." Mu Fusheng said calmly.

If the monks in Nanyang knew that they would break through such a big thing as a matter of nothing, they would be so angry that they would be so angry that they would smoke.

"Senior, please be with the young monk. He has just broken through the Demon Emperor and his breath is still a little disordered. The young monk just happened to help him adjust his breath." Mu Fusheng smiled and said again.

Youtanhua was massaged and was so comfortable that he almost fell asleep. When he heard this, he widened his eyes: "Ah? Dual cultivation..."

Mu Fusheng chuckled and said, "Yes, senior, don't you?"

Youtanhua rubbed his body and picked up a scroll from the side and covered it on his face. He said with a muffled voice: "Ah, this is not impossible..."

Under the cover of the scroll, the terrifying female devil's face turned red and bleeding.

Youtanhua thought depressedly: What's going on? What's going on? Did the little monk resurrected from the dead and was he taken over by a playboy?

But what happened to her damn love her!


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