You Are My Gravity

Then I think of myself, before, I admired the old temple so much, I can't wait to treat him like an old god.

Bai Lu felt that there was a lump in his heart.

I always feel that my eyes are covered with lard.

Zhou Ping asked Tao Yan: "Does that boy image have something to do with your original body...?"

Tao Yan looked at the main hall of Yuelao Temple in the night, and nodded, "Well... it's about..."

Bai Lu couldn't help asking: "Then... the old temple wishes him..."

Just after asking, I heard a creak.

Bai Lu shivered with fright, and quickly hid behind Gu Zhige.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and saw the old temple trembling from the rest room beside him.

He was still wearing that worn-out Taoist robe. In the night, he walked a little anxiously. He didn't look steady under his feet and rolled down the steps.

Everyone was so frightened that everyone gasped, Xu Mu and Gu Zhige rushed forward and helped him up: "Are you okay?"

People of such an older age, even though they only fell off two-story steps, but that was also boring. After all, at this age, it was really... very big.

It was true that the old Miaozhu should have been smashed, but he didn't seem to feel at all, his old eyes staring in the direction of Tao Yan.

At this time, he was completely different from the poker face Zhou Ping and the others had seen before, with few words, unpredictable, but greedy old Miaozhu.

He limped and walked over, and tremblingly shouted: "Seventh Master..."

Everyone opened their eyes wide in surprise.

Master Seven?

This...what's the situation?

Tao Yan looked at Lao Miaozhu and smiled bitterly: "Are you...are so old now?"

Lao Miao Zhuo’s dry eyes, two tears came out: "Are you... okay?"

Tao Yan looked at his figure that was about to fade, and said, "It seems, it's not very good."

"Master...I'm sorry...I don't have..."

Tao Yan waved his hand to stop him from continuing: "It has nothing to do with you."

The brief conversation between the two made everyone understand that Tao Yan and this old Miaozhu had known each other in their early years.

Lao Miao Zhu may be Tao Yan's servant.

Zhou Ping asked Lao Miaozhu: "Tao Yan... where is his original body...? What does it have to do with that boy image..."

Lao Miao Zhu's face immediately became defensive, looking at Zhou Ping with some ferocious eyes: "What do you want to do?"

Zhou Ping said: "Save her..."

Old Miaozhu immediately said: "No, if the boy image is destroyed, master..."

Tao Yan interrupted him again, and he told Zhou Ping: "My original body is in the portrait of the boy, let's go."

The old temple Zhu’s rickety figure stopped them: "Master, no..."

Tao Yan looked at the hall and said, “I’ve already been like this. There’s nothing else I can’t do. I don’t even die when I move or not. If that’s the case, why can’t I do it once as I wish? When I was alive, The way to control your own destiny, now... is dying, can't it?"

Since they were all dying, Tao Yan wanted to come once according to his own wishes.

His original body, he doesn't want to be imprisoned in this small world anymore.

The old temple said, "Seven Masters...really not good, this is the lifeblood of the Tao family..."

Tao Yan sneered, "Hehe, Tao Family? The Tao Family should have all died long ago."

Zhou Ping's heart trembled.

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