Chapter 1887, 200 million Daojing

"Hurry up, hurry up, for Laozi!"

Half a day later, in a lush jungle, Longjun strides forward with shooting stars and walks in front with his toes high.

Hundreds of metres behind him, the sword stabbed his head, and he followed like an angry little daughter-in-law, his eyes full of indignation, sadness and helplessness that could not be concealed.

From time to time, Longjun looked back and felt a little moody.

After being imprisoned, the man wanted to commit suicide, and did not want to think about the means of his master. In front of him, he could commit suicide if he wanted to commit...