I haven't slept since yesterday, and I've been busy all night and a morning, how many all-nighters have I had? Sleeping Autumn is about to collapse, if this continues, I'm afraid someone will collapse in the middle of the road, and let me sleep for a few hours, I really can't hold on! Chapter 1 Faeries
Yang Junshan was shocked, his body suddenly sat up, and then he suddenly realized that he was actually on a wooden bed at this time, and as he shook violently, the wooden bed under him also protested like grinning teeth.
The familiar wooden bed, the familiar beams, the familiar rafters, the familiar walls, and the familiar furnishings in the house are full of long-lost warmth and nature, and the things that have long been solidified in Yang Junshan's memory are picked out little by little.
The only thing that made him unfamiliar was his half-shrunken body, but he was wearing the same warm and familiar clothes.
How did I become a half-grown child?
This thought had not yet arisen in Yang Junshan's mind, and a stronger horizontal thought had already exploded in his mind, leaving him stunned: This is what Lao Tzu looked like a hundred years ago, Lao Tzu has been reborn!
The memories of the present and the experiences a hundred years later instantly began to repel each other in their minds, and the memories of different times and places emerged chaotically, and the confusion of time and space made Yang Junshan's whole person completely become in a trance, until a small white hand swayed in front of his eyes more clearly and clearly, Yang Junshan came back to his senses.
A pink little face with a smile suddenly appeared in his sight, and he said with a "giggle": "Brother, brother, I have returned to my soul, I have returned to my soul!"
Yang Junshan's eyes rekindled the color, looked at the cute little girl in front of him, and asked with a hint of disbelief and tentativeness: "Little sister?"
The little girl smiled, then withdrew her little hand from Yang Junshan's eyes, and said in a milky voice: "Brother, don't you even know your little sister? You've been lying on the bedside for an hour, thinking about the Parker Mountain paddock, right?"
The little girl's words made the memory in Yang Junshan's mind instantly begin to go back from a hundred years later, until the scene of Yang Junshan's memory born a hundred years ago reappeared in his mind, and then completely blended with the scene in front of him.
The little girl had already jumped to Yang Junshan's side, turned her back and supported the edge of the bed with her hands, and sat side by side with Yang Junshan on the edge of the bed, and the sweet childlike voice continued: "I heard from my father and Uncle Baishan that the fairies in the Baique Mountain paddock are all leftovers, and they are very dangerous inside.
Yang Junshan touched his sister's head lovingly, which made Yang Junxin's face full of reluctance: "Oh, don't touch your head, this is my mother braiding me early in the morning!"
Scenes from his previous life kept flashing back and forth in his mind, Yang Junshan smiled and said: "Little sister, don't worry, although Baique Mountain is dangerous, the fairy things have also been selected by the Shaoshan Sect and other high-ranking families for two rounds, but there may not be any high-quality fairy things in it that they have never seen before.
"Where is it so easy!" Chapter 1 Faeries
Yang Junshan was shocked, his body suddenly sat up, and then he suddenly realized that he was actually on a wooden bed at this time, and as he shook violently, the wooden bed under him also protested like grinning teeth.
The familiar wooden bed, the familiar beams, the familiar rafters, the familiar walls, and the familiar furnishings in the house are full of long-lost warmth and nature, and the things that have long been solidified in Yang Junshan's memory are picked out little by little.
The only thing that made him unfamiliar was his half-shrunken body, but he was wearing the same warm and familiar clothes.
How did I become a half-grown child?
This thought had not yet arisen in Yang Junshan's mind, and a stronger horizontal thought had already exploded in his mind, leaving him stunned: This is what Lao Tzu looked like a hundred years ago, Lao Tzu has been reborn!
The memories of the present and the experiences a hundred years later instantly began to repel each other in their minds, and the memories of different times and places emerged chaotically, and the confusion of time and space made Yang Junshan's whole person completely become in a trance, until a small white hand swayed in front of his eyes more clearly and clearly, Yang Junshan came back to his senses.
A pink little face with a smile suddenly appeared in his sight, and he said with a "giggle": "Brother, brother, I have returned to my soul, I have returned to my soul!"
Yang Junshan's eyes rekindled the color, looked at the cute little girl in front of him, and asked with a hint of disbelief and tentativeness: "Little sister?"
The little girl smiled, then withdrew her little hand from Yang Junshan's eyes, and said in a milky voice: "Brother, don't you even know your little sister? You've been lying on the bedside for an hour, thinking about the Parker Mountain paddock, right?"
The little girl's words made the memory in Yang Junshan's mind instantly begin to go back from a hundred years later, until the scene of Yang Junshan's memory born a hundred years ago reappeared in his mind, and then completely blended with the scene in front of him.
The little girl had already jumped to Yang Junshan's side, turned her back and supported the edge of the bed with her hands, and sat side by side with Yang Junshan on the edge of the bed, and the sweet childlike voice continued: "I heard from my father and Uncle Baishan that the fairies in the Baique Mountain paddock are all leftovers, and they are very dangerous inside.
Yang Junshan touched his sister's head lovingly, which made Yang Junxin's face full of reluctance: "Oh, don't touch your head, this is my mother braiding me early in the morning!"
Scenes from his previous life kept flashing back and forth in his mind, Yang Junshan smiled and said: "Little sister, don't worry, although Baique Mountain is dangerous, the fairy things have also been selected by the Shaoshan Sect and other high-ranking families for two rounds, but there may not be any high-quality fairy things in it that they have never seen before.
"Where is it so easy!" Chapter 1 Faeries
Yang Junshan was shocked, his body suddenly sat up, and then he suddenly realized that he was actually on a wooden bed at this time, and as he shook violently, the wooden bed under him also protested like grinning teeth.
The familiar wooden bed, the familiar beams, the familiar rafters, the familiar walls, and the familiar furnishings in the house are full of long-lost warmth and nature, and the things that have long been solidified in Yang Junshan's memory are picked out little by little.
The only thing that made him unfamiliar was his half-shrunken body, but he was wearing the same warm and familiar clothes.
How did I become a half-grown child?
This thought had not yet arisen in Yang Junshan's mind, and a stronger horizontal thought had already exploded in his mind, leaving him stunned: This is what Lao Tzu looked like a hundred years ago, Lao Tzu has been reborn!
The memories of the present and the experiences a hundred years later instantly began to repel each other in their minds, and the memories of different times and places emerged chaotically, and the confusion of time and space made Yang Junshan's whole person completely become in a trance, until a small white hand swayed in front of his eyes more clearly and clearly, Yang Junshan came back to his senses.
A pink little face with a smile suddenly appeared in his sight, and he said with a "giggle": "Brother, brother, I have returned to my soul, I have returned to my soul!"
Yang Junshan's eyes rekindled the color, looked at the cute little girl in front of him, and asked with a hint of disbelief and tentativeness: "Little sister?"
The little girl smiled, then withdrew her little hand from Yang Junshan's eyes, and said in a milky voice: "Brother, don't you even know your little sister? You've been lying on the bedside for an hour, thinking about the Parker Mountain paddock, right?"
The little girl's words made the memory in Yang Junshan's mind instantly begin to go back from a hundred years later, until the scene of Yang Junshan's memory born a hundred years ago reappeared in his mind, and then completely blended with the scene in front of him.
The little girl had already jumped to Yang Junshan's side, turned her back and supported the edge of the bed with her hands, and sat side by side with Yang Junshan on the edge of the bed, and the sweet childlike voice continued: "I heard from my father and Uncle Baishan that the fairies in the Baique Mountain paddock are all leftovers, and they are very dangerous inside.
Yang Junshan touched his sister's head lovingly, which made Yang Junxin's face full of reluctance: "Oh, don't touch your head, this is my mother braiding me early in the morning!"
Scenes from his previous life kept flashing back and forth in his mind, Yang Junshan smiled and said: "Little sister, don't worry, although Baique Mountain is dangerous, the fairy things have also been selected by the Shaoshan Sect and other high-ranking families for two rounds, but there may not be any high-quality fairy things in it that they have never seen before.
"Where is it so easy!" Chapter 1 Faeries
Yang Junshan was shocked, his body suddenly sat up, and then he suddenly realized that he was actually on a wooden bed at this time, and as he shook violently, the wooden bed under him also protested like grinning teeth.
The familiar wooden bed, the familiar beams, the familiar rafters, the familiar walls, and the familiar furnishings in the house are full of long-lost warmth and nature, and the things that have long been solidified in Yang Junshan's memory are picked out little by little.
The only thing that made him unfamiliar was his half-shrunken body, but he was wearing the same warm and familiar clothes.
How did I become a half-grown child?
This thought had not yet arisen in Yang Junshan's mind, and a stronger horizontal thought had already exploded in his mind, leaving him stunned: This is what Lao Tzu looked like a hundred years ago, Lao Tzu has been reborn!
The memories of the present and the experiences a hundred years later instantly began to repel each other in their minds, and the memories of different times and places emerged chaotically, and the confusion of time and space made Yang Junshan's whole person completely become in a trance, until a small white hand swayed in front of his eyes more clearly and clearly, Yang Junshan came back to his senses.
A pink little face with a smile suddenly appeared in his sight, and he said with a "giggle": "Brother, brother, I have returned to my soul, I have returned to my soul!"
Yang Junshan's eyes rekindled the color, looked at the cute little girl in front of him, and asked with a hint of disbelief and tentativeness: "Little sister?"
The little girl smiled, then withdrew her little hand from Yang Junshan's eyes, and said in a milky voice: "Brother, don't you even know your little sister? You've been lying on the bedside for an hour, thinking about the Parker Mountain paddock, right?"
The little girl's words made the memory in Yang Junshan's mind instantly begin to go back from a hundred years later, until the scene of Yang Junshan's memory born a hundred years ago reappeared in his mind, and then completely blended with the scene in front of him.
The little girl had already jumped to Yang Junshan's side, turned her back and supported the edge of the bed with her hands, and sat side by side with Yang Junshan on the edge of the bed, and the sweet childlike voice continued: "I heard from my father and Uncle Baishan that the fairies in the Baique Mountain paddock are all leftovers, and they are very dangerous inside.
Yang Junshan touched his sister's head lovingly, which made Yang Junxin's face full of reluctance: "Oh, don't touch your head, this is my mother braiding me early in the morning!"
Scenes from his previous life kept flashing back and forth in his mind, Yang Junshan smiled and said: "Little sister, don't worry, although Baique Mountain is dangerous, the fairy things have also been selected by the Shaoshan Sect and other high-ranking families for two rounds, but there may not be any high-quality fairy things in it that they have never seen before.
"Where is it so easy!" Chapter 1 Faeries
Yang Junshan was shocked, his body suddenly sat up, and then he suddenly realized that he was actually on a wooden bed at this time, and as he shook violently, the wooden bed under him also protested like grinning teeth.
The familiar wooden bed, the familiar beams, the familiar rafters, the familiar walls, and the familiar furnishings in the house are full of long-lost warmth and nature, and the things that have long been solidified in Yang Junshan's memory are picked out little by little.
The only thing that made him unfamiliar was his half-shrunken body, but he was wearing the same warm and familiar clothes.
How did I become a half-grown child?
This thought had not yet arisen in Yang Junshan's mind, and a stronger horizontal thought had already exploded in his mind, leaving him stunned: This is what Lao Tzu looked like a hundred years ago, Lao Tzu has been reborn!
The memories of the present and the experiences a hundred years later instantly began to repel each other in their minds, and the memories of different times and places emerged chaotically, and the confusion of time and space made Yang Junshan's whole person completely become in a trance, until a small white hand swayed in front of his eyes more clearly and clearly, Yang Junshan came back to his senses.
A pink little face with a smile suddenly appeared in his sight, and he said with a "giggle": "Brother, brother, I have returned to my soul, I have returned to my soul!"
Yang Junshan's eyes rekindled the color, looked at the cute little girl in front of him, and asked with a hint of disbelief and tentativeness: "Little sister?"
The little girl smiled, then withdrew her little hand from Yang Junshan's eyes, and said in a milky voice: "Brother, don't you even know your little sister? You've been lying on the bedside for an hour, thinking about the Parker Mountain paddock, right?"
The little girl's words made the memory in Yang Junshan's mind instantly begin to go back from a hundred years later, until the scene of Yang Junshan's memory born a hundred years ago reappeared in his mind, and then completely blended with the scene in front of him.
The little girl had already jumped to Yang Junshan's side, turned her back and supported the edge of the bed with her hands, and sat side by side with Yang Junshan on the edge of the bed, and the sweet childlike voice continued: "I heard from my father and Uncle Baishan that the fairies in the Baique Mountain paddock are all leftovers, and they are very dangerous inside.
Yang Junshan touched his sister's head lovingly, which made Yang Junxin's face full of reluctance: "Oh, don't touch your head, this is my mother braiding me early in the morning!"
Scenes from his previous life kept flashing back and forth in his mind, Yang Junshan smiled and said: "Little sister, don't worry, although Baique Mountain is dangerous, the fairy things have also been selected by the Shaoshan Sect and other high-ranking families for two rounds, but there may not be any high-quality fairy things in it that they have never seen before.
"Where is it so easy!" Chapter 1 Faeries
Yang Junshan was shocked, his body suddenly sat up, and then he suddenly realized that he was actually on a wooden bed at this time, and as he shook violently, the wooden bed under him also protested like grinning teeth.
The familiar wooden bed, the familiar beams, the familiar rafters, the familiar walls, and the familiar furnishings in the house are full of long-lost warmth and nature, and the things that have long been solidified in Yang Junshan's memory are picked out little by little.
The only thing that made him unfamiliar was his half-shrunken body, but he was wearing the same warm and familiar clothes.
How did I become a half-grown child?
This thought had not yet arisen in Yang Junshan's mind, and a stronger horizontal thought had already exploded in his mind, leaving him stunned: This is what Lao Tzu looked like a hundred years ago, Lao Tzu has been reborn!
The memories of the present and the experiences a hundred years later instantly began to repel each other in their minds, and the memories of different times and places emerged chaotically, and the confusion of time and space made Yang Junshan's whole person completely become in a trance, until a small white hand swayed in front of his eyes more clearly and clearly, Yang Junshan came back to his senses.
A pink little face with a smile suddenly appeared in his sight, and he said with a "giggle": "Brother, brother, I have returned to my soul, I have returned to my soul!"
Yang Junshan's eyes rekindled the color, looked at the cute little girl in front of him, and asked with a hint of disbelief and tentativeness: "Little sister?"
The little girl smiled, then withdrew her little hand from Yang Junshan's eyes, and said in a milky voice: "Brother, don't you even know your little sister? You've been lying on the bedside for an hour, thinking about the Parker Mountain paddock, right?"
The little girl's words made the memory in Yang Junshan's mind instantly begin to go back from a hundred years later, until the scene of Yang Junshan's memory born a hundred years ago reappeared in his mind, and then completely blended with the scene in front of him.
The little girl had already jumped to Yang Junshan's side, turned her back and supported the edge of the bed with her hands, and sat side by side with Yang Junshan on the edge of the bed, and the sweet childlike voice continued: "I heard from my father and Uncle Baishan that the fairies in the Baique Mountain paddock are all leftovers, and they are very dangerous inside.
Yang Junshan touched his sister's head lovingly, which made Yang Junxin's face full of reluctance: "Oh, don't touch your head, this is my mother braiding me early in the morning!"
Scenes from his previous life kept flashing back and forth in his mind, Yang Junshan smiled and said: "Little sister, don't worry, although Baique Mountain is dangerous, the fairy things have also been selected by the Shaoshan Sect and other high-ranking families for two rounds, but there may not be any high-quality fairy things in it that they have never seen before.
"Where is it so easy!" Chapter 1 Faeries
Yang Junshan was shocked, his body suddenly sat up, and then he suddenly realized that he was actually on a wooden bed at this time, and as he shook violently, the wooden bed under him also protested like grinning teeth.
The familiar wooden bed, the familiar beams, the familiar rafters, the familiar walls, and the familiar furnishings in the house are full of long-lost warmth and nature, and the things that have long been solidified in Yang Junshan's memory are picked out little by little.
The only thing that made him unfamiliar was his half-shrunken body, but he was wearing the same warm and familiar clothes.
How did I become a half-grown child?
This thought had not yet arisen in Yang Junshan's mind, and a stronger horizontal thought had already exploded in his mind, leaving him stunned: This is what Lao Tzu looked like a hundred years ago, Lao Tzu has been reborn!
The memories of the present and the experiences a hundred years later instantly began to repel each other in their minds, and the memories of different times and places emerged chaotically, and the confusion of time and space made Yang Junshan's whole person completely become in a trance, until a small white hand swayed in front of his eyes more clearly and clearly, Yang Junshan came back to his senses.
A pink little face with a smile suddenly appeared in his sight, and he said with a "giggle": "Brother, brother, I have returned to my soul, I have returned to my soul!"
Yang Junshan's eyes rekindled the color, looked at the cute little girl in front of him, and asked with a hint of disbelief and tentativeness: "Little sister?"
The little girl smiled, then withdrew her little hand from Yang Junshan's eyes, and said in a milky voice: "Brother, don't you even know your little sister? You've been lying on the bedside for an hour, thinking about the Parker Mountain paddock, right?"
The little girl's words made the memory in Yang Junshan's mind instantly begin to go back from a hundred years later, until the scene of Yang Junshan's memory born a hundred years ago reappeared in his mind, and then completely blended with the scene in front of him.
The little girl had already jumped to Yang Junshan's side, turned her back and supported the edge of the bed with her hands, and sat side by side with Yang Junshan on the edge of the bed, and the sweet childlike voice continued: "I heard from my father and Uncle Baishan that the fairies in the Baique Mountain paddock are all leftovers, and they are very dangerous inside.
Yang Junshan touched his sister's head lovingly, which made Yang Junxin's face full of reluctance: "Oh, don't touch your head, this is my mother braiding me early in the morning!"
Scenes from his previous life kept flashing back and forth in his mind, Yang Junshan smiled and said: "Little sister, don't worry, although Baique Mountain is dangerous, the fairy things have also been selected by the Shaoshan Sect and other high-ranking families for two rounds, but there may not be any high-quality fairy things in it that they have never seen before.
"Where is it so easy!" Chapter 1 Faeries
Yang Junshan was shocked, his body suddenly sat up, and then he suddenly realized that he was actually on a wooden bed at this time, and as he shook violently, the wooden bed under him also protested like grinning teeth.
The familiar wooden bed, the familiar beams, the familiar rafters, the familiar walls, and the familiar furnishings in the house are full of long-lost warmth and nature, and the things that have long been solidified in Yang Junshan's memory are picked out little by little.
The only thing that made him unfamiliar was his half-shrunken body, but he was wearing the same warm and familiar clothes.
How did I become a half-grown child?
This thought had not yet arisen in Yang Junshan's mind, and a stronger horizontal thought had already exploded in his mind, leaving him stunned: This is what Lao Tzu looked like a hundred years ago, Lao Tzu has been reborn!
The memories of the present and the experiences a hundred years later instantly began to repel each other in their minds, and the memories of different times and places emerged chaotically, and the confusion of time and space made Yang Junshan's whole person completely become in a trance, until a small white hand swayed in front of his eyes more clearly and clearly, Yang Junshan came back to his senses.
A pink little face with a smile suddenly appeared in his sight, and he said with a "giggle": "Brother, brother, I have returned to my soul, I have returned to my soul!"
Yang Junshan's eyes rekindled the color, looked at the cute little girl in front of him, and asked with a hint of disbelief and tentativeness: "Little sister?"
The little girl smiled, then withdrew her little hand from Yang Junshan's eyes, and said in a milky voice: "Brother, don't you even know your little sister? You've been lying on the bedside for an hour, thinking about the Parker Mountain paddock, right?"
The little girl's words made the memory in Yang Junshan's mind instantly begin to go back from a hundred years later, until the scene of Yang Junshan's memory born a hundred years ago reappeared in his mind, and then completely blended with the scene in front of him.
The little girl had already jumped to Yang Junshan's side, turned her back and supported the edge of the bed with her hands, and sat side by side with Yang Junshan on the edge of the bed, and the sweet childlike voice continued: "I heard from my father and Uncle Baishan that the fairies in the Baique Mountain paddock are all leftovers, and they are very dangerous inside.
Yang Junshan touched his sister's head lovingly, which made Yang Junxin's face full of reluctance: "Oh, don't touch your head, this is my mother braiding me early in the morning!"
Scenes from his previous life kept flashing back and forth in his mind, Yang Junshan smiled and said: "Little sister, don't worry, although Baique Mountain is dangerous, the fairy things have also been selected by the Shaoshan Sect and other high-ranking families for two rounds, but there may not be any high-quality fairy things in it that they have never seen before.
"Where is it so easy!"