ng Wulin didn't proceed slowly and cautiously anymore, but rushed towards the depths of the Great Forest at the fastest speed. 。How deep you can go depends on how deep you want to go. 。Gu Yue's hand...Lan Buzi stood beside the competition stage, her face grim. She didn't go to the rest room today; she didn't want to see that person at all, let alone talk to him. 。For some reason, she, who was always very well-mannered, would lose control of her temper whenever she faced that person. 。

Lan Buzi cursed someone viciously in his heart.

"Achoo!" In the resting area, Tang Wulin sneezed and rubbed his nose helplessly, looking out. 。This is someone cursing themselves! When one's spiritual cultivation reaches a certain level, they will have a sort of subconscious awareness of things related to themselves. 。The Thousand-Year Terrace Pavilion was sitting on a sofa across from him, much farther away, with his eyes closed in meditation. 。 。Because this further proved that he really had a godly father. 。From a young age, his father in his heart was only Tang Sanran. Tang Sanran treated him as his own son. Suddenly, he had a biological...