This message is very straightforward. The Spirit of the Bookstore should understand it?

Then, Fang Ark let go and chose to move his soul.

The mind entered Chuanwu Bookstore and walked to the Eight Immortals table. There were red candles on the table. The red candles were burning quietly. On the opposite side of the table, a blurred figure gradually appeared.

Fang Ark's mind rushed into the sky in an instant, and then broke through the sloping clouds and mist and descended to the world.

...

...

at the same time.

Jinzhou, Beijing.

Lu Ci returned to her boudoir early, lying on the bed hanging from the mosquito net with excitement, pinching the corner of the quilt with his fingers, carefully covering himself for the rest of his life, closing his eyes, and waiting for the arrival of his predecessors.

According to the rules she summarized in the previous two times.

Seniors always come in the middle of the night.

Lu Ci is still looking forward to the arrival of his senior, because Lu Ci has already treated her as a master from the bottom of her heart and guided her onto the path of cultivation!

Under the guidance of her seniors occupying her body and the whip of the instructional stick, her cultivation has improved rapidly and her mastery of martial arts is also very fast.

Therefore, she is very much looking forward to when her seniors invade her body!

And when she was teaching her, she felt that she was a genius at that time.

Time passes by bit by bit.

Lu Ci's eyes closed and opened, and the candlestick wax oil on the table kept dripping.

The expectation on her face disappeared bit by bit.

The imagined seniors did not arrive.

Lu Ci sat up from the bed, turned her head to look at the dark night, a little stunned and had a premonition.

"Senior doesn't seem to be coming..."

"Is this lonely night... Is it the only one?"
Chapter completed!