"you know the secret of Dayan, can you not..."

"seven brothers, don't get me wrong." Hearing the meaning of Lu Chen, Zhu was afraid that Lu Chen would think of something else. Zhu was tired of interrupting: "Dayan immortal Jue is not intended for you. Its appearance is completely a variable."

"variable?" Lu Chen frowned doubtfully.

Zhu is tired of Yile. One of the Buddha's hands flicks gently, and the void opens a crack. Through the crack, Lu Chen sees the humor of ants like hot pots.

"do you mean him?" Lu Chen looks at Zhu Yan in disbelief.

Zhu Yan said with a smile: "no, humor is a very...