Nangong Zhen was speechless for a moment.

Others traveled through time and joy, but he traveled through time and was a dying person.

Although this body is in his twenties, he is actually an old monster who has lived for more than two thousand years.

"Oh, who is not good? I became the master who has just got a lunch box after installing twice. How difficult is life!"

When Nangong Zhen thought that this world could not live forever, and that various divine bodies emerged one after another, and there were as many as the crucian carp that crossed the river, he couldn't get better.

But after he fell asleep, he died for no reason. A broken stone mill carried his soul to travel to this world.

Falling from the sky, it just happened to hit Nangong Zheng's heavenly spirit cap, which was in seclusion, and disappeared into the sea of ​​consciousness, eroding Nangong Zheng's soul.

The soul of Nangong Zhen, who was brought in for free, can be said to be easily swallowed and seized the body of Nangong Daxian.

And he was passively accepting all this.

The price paid is just a headache.

This kind of behavior is old Versailles!

Nangong Zhen felt the broken stone mill floating deep in the sea of ​​consciousness.

It contains ancient patterns and deep and hard-to-understand Taoist patterns.
Chapter completed!