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It's just a habit that comes naturally.

In the circle of several of them, Jiuxi naturally put himself back to the past.

At that time, in the compound, I was still the same one carrying a small bench, biting a lollipop, shouting and cheering, watching them harm other children.

Thinking of this time, it is easy and stress-free to sue Shenma.

If it weren't for Dongfang Ming's relationship later, coupled with Lan Zihang's intentional or unintentional provocation, he would not have gone further and further away from them and burned all their good intentions.

At that time, he returned to the south, and they were far away, so that in the end, he died tragically.

"Old man Liu? What happened to that old guy? Jiuxi's current appearance seems to have crossed the boundaries of the world, making them return to their childhood, and the corners of their mouths unconsciously raised a relaxed smile.

Memories that have been lost for a long time seem to come to mind.

Fang was young at that time.

The ancient martial arts world is verdant.

Between a cluster of courtyards.

"Brother Ziji, concubine concubine ......" a five or six-year-old girl with pigtails, carrying a small light purple satchel, panting and shouting.

"Doll!" The first to come out was a teenage girl, who was as fast as an adult.

"Concubine, concubine, concubine!" The little girl's eyes lit up and she found the target!

"Slow down." The little girl tightened her face and held the little girl who was neither light nor heavy, with connivance and . Pet. Drown.

"What about them? Fight! Avenge! Waving his little fist, he looked very excited, and looked back, seeing that no one wanted to run inside again.

"What's going on?" He took her hand and walked inside, asking as he asked.

"The fish was robbed." He pouted, and he looked like he wanted to cry or not, but the excitement in his eyes was undisguised.

Finally, they came to the martial arts arena built in the compound, in front of the wooden stakes, several little boys were walking on horses, and another teenage girl was swinging under the tree.

"Rest!" A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with a cold voice.

I didn't care about anything, but when I saw Jiuxi's aggrieved appearance and the light in her eyes, I knew that there was something going on again.

"What's wrong with my sister?" A boy in the midst of a voice-changing period walked up to the girl and whispered about similar faces, not distinguishing between male and female.

Seeing that everyone was looking at her, Concubine Ximen shook her head with a strained face, she could probably guess something, but she wouldn't say anything without being completely sure.

"Fish, snatched, fight! Grab it back! With a wave of his small fist, Jiuxi's mouth was furled, and his eyes flashed with excitement.

The young Nangong Yangcan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly seemed to think of something: "In the Spirit Lake?" ”

There is a spiritual field at the foot of the back mountain, where the ancestors have passed down a piece of medicinal material ground, although the year is not tens of thousands of years, there are still a few elixirs of tens and hundreds of years.

The small lake next to Lingtian, I don't know if it's because of the effect of medicinal herbs, the water in it is a little more spiritual than the ordinary lake water, and the fish in it are also very rare.

It is an exaggeration to say that the fish is fine, but it is generally not caught.

The benefits for the body are obvious.

"Uh-huh!" Jiuxi chicks nodded like pecking rice, if it was an ordinary fish, where would anyone rob it!

"Talk as you go." Beitang Ziji bent down to pick up Jiuxi and walked in the direction she was running from, and a group of people also followed.