He hit him hard on the head with his fist, knocking him unconscious.
[Big brother is so handsome.]
[Hey, it's time for fate to return to its original form!]
Ming Xin chuckled and took off the fate that did not belong to Ming Yuanhong.
Put it directly on the big brother!
Ming Yichui felt a warm feeling. He was a Taoist priest, and he saw a golden destiny returning to him.
Afterwards, Ming Yuanhong's face turned visibly pale.
There was no flesh on his face, and the skin was stuck to his bones, making him look like a beggar.
I feel like I won’t live long!
[Less than a month to live.]
Mingxin took a look and thought that it was a blessing for him to live for another month.
However, after his death, his soul will return to the underworld and be thrown into the eighteen levels of hell to suffer great punishment!
Ming Yichui is very lucky to have Xinbao as his sister.
After getting the fate back, he couldn't stay here for long, so he flew out again with his little sister in his arms.
Return to the house.
Ming Yichui handed his younger sister to his mother and went to find his master first.
After searching for a while, I finally found it on an old crooked tree in the garden.
Over the past month, the master has not been diligent in his practice. He has been eating, drinking and having fun with my younger sister all day long, and has even gained some weight.
Seeing that the master had fallen asleep again after drinking, Ming Yichu picked a piece of dogtail grass and moved it under the master's nose.
"A-choo!"
Shenyouzi's nose felt itchy, he sneezed, and fell from the tree.
Just as he was about to scold who it was, he saw that it was his good disciple.
"The master is sleeping soundly..."
He paused, his face showing confusion and excitement at first, "Good disciple, your destiny is back."
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