Xu Feng leaned over to take a look, sighed, and lay back down.
After a long time, he picked up the wine jug out of boredom.
Gurgle.
After taking a sip, I felt relaxed all over.
Just at the moment of putting down the wine jug, he saw Zi Buyu standing in front of him, staring at the recliner under him with a gloomy face.
Xu Feng's face changed slightly, and he instantly stood up from the recliner in a strange posture. Then he waved his hand, and the recliner disappeared, and the wine jug also disappeared.
"I was digging a hole and you were sleeping?" Zi Buyu said in a bad tone.
But Xu Feng sighed lightly, with a sick look on his face, and said, "I'm sorry, Taoist priest, you don't know. I have had a disease since I was young, and I can't stand for a long time, otherwise my blood and qi will flow backwards, my energy will stagnate, and my cultivation will regress."
“I’ve had this disease for many years.”
As he spoke, Xu Feng sighed, as if with a look of sadness on his face: "Otherwise, with my talent, I wouldn't have stayed in this Soul Condensation Stage for so long! If I were healthy, even Xu Feng, the number one genius in the Mysterious Realm, would be nothing compared to me!!!"
As he said this, he looked up at the sky and said with resignation: "God is treating me unfairly!"
Suddenly, an aura of loneliness, unwillingness, arrogance, and helplessness emanated from Xu Feng, which even stunned Zi Buyu.
Zi Buyu couldn't believe that there could be such a strange thing in the world. He subconsciously thought that this was nonsense.
But looking at Xu Feng again, that temperament is definitely not fake, especially the expression on her face that shows she has gone through many vicissitudes of life, which is definitely not fake.
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