One billion years of longevity

Your heart is so crisp, you will break it.

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It's dark.

The night is bustling, it is dead.

When Yang Zhen woke up from an entry, the sky is full of stars, and the moon is alive, it is already three o'clock in the morning of the night.

There is also light in the room, on the table, and Yuemei eats the remaining meals.

Yang Zhen stood up and looked at it. He saw that the delicious meals of these five-star hotel were only passive.

It seems that Yuemei didn't have any appetite at all.

There is so much in the room, only the clock on the wall, the shallow ticking sounds.

Yang Zhen took a breath and came to the floor, and he saw it outside the window.

Wanjia lights have long been extinguished. There is only a road light in the city, just like a long dragon, from the distal horizon, the pen spreads to the other end.

Opened the window, the cool night wind whisped, the blowing Yang Zhen is full of black broken hair.

The starry moon is a pair of black eyes, and the crystal is shining.

However, when Yang Zhen looked at the night sky, even if it turned around, there was still a bright god in the eyes, as if it was a natural gang of naturally occurring.

God is full of feet, and God is clear.

As a master with spiritual cockroaches, Yang Zhen's true gas is like a Yangtze River river, day and night rotation, running. Whenever, Yang Zhen is in the state of the dragon and tiger, and the energetic state is strong.

Although three meals on a day still have to eat, there is no state in the valley. But now Yang Zhen, you can make your sleep.

Some people have said a word, called high places.

In fact, no matter what kind of martial arts, or cultivation, it is a truth.

When a person's repair is, the stronger strength, he originally belongs to the trouble or happiness of mortal, and will gradually be stripped out.

What is a peerless master?

In addition to cultivation, he can do almost no other things. Don't eat rice, I don't sleep, every day, in addition to praise, it is cultivation. Such a person, even if the world is first, what is the fun?

Cactors, but also ruthless.

If a person is cultivated to the realm of the longevity. His friends who are familiar with, they are all dead.

Therefore, after hundreds of millions of years, even the faces of these familiar people have become blurred.

In the end, all everything is destroyed, only one person is left, ancient times, and forever.

Such a person, even if it is really long-lived, it is a sacred, and what is fun?

Southern, the cacto is ruthless.

Yang Zhen is still quasi-holy, and the reason has not yet become a saints, it is not yet covered.

In fact, it is already possible to fly into the Sheng Sheng with the cultivation and strength of Yang Zhenyi million years. However, because the heart still has a hot feelings for people, or occasionally be moved by some things, Yang Zhen has not completely abandoned human feelings.

Originally thought, let himself reborn 10,000 times, and experienced 10,000 times, you can do any regrets, you can come, abandon everything becoming a ruthless saints.

It is now seen that this so-called ' ', it is not necessarily reliable.

"Hey."

Yang Zhenjing and this, the scorpion of the goddess is still awkward, and it has been bleak a little, and a very light sigh is issued.

However, Yang Zhen did not expect it, even if it is so slight, it still has alarm the people in the room.

"Master, what happened? In the middle of the night, how did you sigh?"

Yue Mei kicked a pair of slippers, and the face of sleepy came to the door of the bedroom. He asked in Yang Zhen. "Do you have any trouble? If you don't mind, you can tell me."

"You haven't slept yet?" Yang Zhen saw Yuemei, can't help but accident.

Yue Mei smiled and smiled: "I slept shallow, I woke up when you open the window."

"Oh, this way, it is really sorry."

Yang Zhen Micro shook his head and expressed his apologies.

"Nothing, I can only blame my own sleep quality is not good. Master, you haven't said yes, why do you sigh? Do you have a heart?" Yuemei's pair of eyes looked at Yang Zhen, asked.

It seems that she is very curious about all things on Yang Zhen.

However, Yang Zhen sighs the reasons and reasons, how can I really tell Yuemei?

Even really saying that she is listening, I am afraid that her realm is, it can't understand, but amazing is aggravated?

Therefore, Yang Zhen did not tell the truth, but showed a smile, it was lying, and it was ridiculed: "I am thinking, you can't marry it in the future."

"scare."

Yue Mei did not expect that Yang Zhen will suddenly ridicule himself.

Although Yang Zhen is deliberate, but Yuemei is surprised, it is still revealing a silk twisting.

"I will not marry! Those dog men, stinky men, how can I match me? In the future, I will stay behind Master, I am concentratinging on you. As long as you don't hurry, I ... I Willing to live with you. "

"Ok."

Yang Zhen Ning said, 'Well'.

Yue Mei saw the shape, the big joy, "Master you promised?"

"No." Yang Zhen Yiyi eyebrows, "I just think, you listen too familiar with you. People like you talk to me, there is no thousand, it seems to have eight hundred?"

This is true, Yang is really not lying.

Take advantage of the past, people who want to worship Yang Zhen is a teacher, no 10,000.

Among them, the sweet words are good, they are sincere, I have said this, there is no thousand eight hundred.

Yang Zhen is in this kind of saying that it has been immunized.

As the quasi-born billions of years, it is almost the Yang Zhen of the longevity, the people of the mortal, can be called a pop-up.

Even Yuemei is willing to serve Yang Zhen, but can be said for Yang Zhen, but only a moment of shaking, Yue Mei has become a bone.

I really feel the university, I want to teach all of her. Yang Zhen did not have this kind of thing, but he could go to the end. These disciples of these heavily, no one can ultracence the power of the six reincarnation.

Even if it is strong, the loess is uniform.

What's more, Yuemei is now qualified, but it is simply underground, not comparable to the disciples received by Yang Zhen.

Even if Yue Mei is flying, it is a practitioner who is barely condensed by the ultimate realm. It is a cultivator who is barely condensed.

Three five hundred years, how is it forever?

When you think of this, Yang Zhen couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

Yue Mei met, more doubtful, completely couldn't touch the mind, I don't know what Yang Zhen is in the end of this evening. Suddenly become more sensible.

However, although she is confused, as a woman, my heart is faint.

Master so many sweetness, definitely because of a woman!