With a snap.
Bai Zhengxuan's old legs landed straight on the ground.
...it still hurts quite a bit.
Bai Zhengxuan sighed softly, silently stretched his old arms and legs, and struggled to his feet with a limp.
Good grief, the whole family played a prank, but he was the only one who got hurt, and it was his future self who did it.
But you can't swear or hit people, otherwise it's considered self-harm.
Bai Zhengxuan was extremely depressed.
“You…” The middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan touched his nose, glanced at the neat and lively Bai family members, and suddenly understood.
He was pranked.
Even so, the middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan and his companion showed no signs of anger, their faces radiating the joy of surviving a disaster.
"We're fine. I never imagined my future self would be so young!"
Bai Zhengxuan sized up the middle-aged man, his eyes flashing with intense light.
He's so young, he must be able to eat several braised pork knuckles in one sitting, right?
When your spouse beats you, you must be pretty resilient, right?
That's enough!
The Bai family members all turned their attention to the middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan and Liu Jing, their eyes filled with curiosity.
There was no doubt.
Bai Xizhu has a spatial dimension containing divine beasts, and they accepted it.
The apocalypse occurred, the dead came back to life, and they accepted it.
Humans began to possess supernatural abilities, such as the power to control thunder, lightning, and wind, just like the ancient gods, and they accepted it.
The animals stopped being silly and started to become fierce and clever; they accepted it.
With so many strange and wonderful things happening, it's not impossible to see your future self.
After all, the theory of time machines has emerged before the apocalypse.
The Bai family's scientific views had long been shattered. Not only could Bai Xizhu accept it, but Bai Zhengxuan, a teacher, also quickly came to accept it.
"Ahem, I mentioned last time that your eyes were too small and you needed to have your canthoplasty done. Don't mind me!"
Liu Jing touched her nose and looked at the middle-aged Liu Jing.
She wanted to take back her words, because when she said "middle-aged Liu Jing," she was referring to herself.
“It’s okay, I’m young now, I still have a chance to get my eyes opened.” The middle-aged Liu Jing calmly glanced at Liu Jing, whose face was wrinkled, “You probably can’t get your eyes opened now, the wrinkles are deeper than double eyelid sutures.”
Liu Jing: ...
They're serious about hurting each other.
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