300 million years is indeed not long for Mio, who has a long and endless lifespan.

"Poof! Hahaha! Hahahahaha! Three? 300 million years!? Have you watched too many TV series and movies, I'm really about to laugh off my big teeth, it's still 300 million years!

"Dinosaurs still existed 300 million years ago, do you want to tell us that you have seen living dinosaurs!?"

It was not Jin Zhengpu who let out a frenzied laugh, nor Jin Zhiyuan, who had been talking to Si Tong, nor Aunt Zhou.

It was a young man in the back of their group.

The head of the plane was dyed a few shades of green, wearing ripped pants and a leather jacket, typical of the appearance of a social brother and a rich second-generation hanger.

This person's name is Jin Zeyu, twenty-three years old, the grandson of Jin Zhengpu and Aunt Zhou, and he is not related to Luo Yin.

"Hahaha!" Jin Zeyu was young and vigorous, holding his abdomen and laughing for a long time.

The atmosphere was a little subtle, and Jin Zhiyuan could even feel that Si Tong's body suddenly exuded an aura of impending death.

"Jin Zeyu, stay on the side! It's none of your business here! Jin Zhiyuan glared at Jin Zeyu fiercely and realized:

"Okay, stop talking about weird things, I'm here to take my mom home, not to talk about these unrealistic things."

Whether Si Tong is from hell or not, it has nothing to do with him, and the topic is obviously taken away.

Jin Zhengpu and Aunt Zhou are both in their eighties, but their physical condition is a little outrageous.

Si Tong swept coldly over the group.

Before he could speak again, he was held by Luo Yin, who stepped forward: "Master Mio, please don't say more, you can help me again, I am already very grateful, Luo Yin is not worth it, I am to blame for all this." ”

She's no longer a hell person, and she didn't think her Mio-sama would speak for her. Moved, all hidden in the tears at the end of the eyes.

"Poof, hahaha! This old woman is still playing ghosts, this is going to play the show to the end! "Jin Zeyu is Aunt Zhou's grandson, and of course he is not light or heavy when he speaks to Luo Yin.

Pinched Si Tong's wrist, Luo Yinzhi said that with Mio-sama's usual style, if she didn't stop it, the next scene would definitely be full of bones. Luo Yin Dao:

"Mio-sama, Luo Yin really can't repay him, I'll solve this matter myself!"

The firm and unwavering rhythm made Si Tong, who was already reluctant to meddle, turn around.

No more.

"Sister!" When Si Chen, Wu Jinhua and Xiang Rongmiao came over, Jin Zhengpu and the others had already left.

Luo Yin really dealt with it himself.

"Ouch, that sugar gourd is really delicious, sister, brother left you a bunch, why did you come here first, didn't you wait for brother?" Si Chen said and handed over a sugar gourd.

Si Tong took it.

Xiang Rongmiao and the others had eaten sugar gourds, and went to Luo Yin to change the divination.

......

God's Domain.

Under that iconic sky-high tree.

Bo Yu and Hei Yan lay in the shade of the tree one after another, panting.

They fought again for three days and three nights.

A bean-sized piece of sweat grew from Bo Yu's smooth forehead, slid down the left side of his face lying on his side to the pinna, and into the soil.

The two of them just lay casually on the lawn.

"Damn, Bo Yu, I'll let you this time, next time you dare to talk nonsense, I will definitely beat your ass!" Hei Yan puffed.

Bo Yu knew that after three days and three nights of fighting, Hei Yan had been letting him, after all, his strength was not as good as Hei Yan.

The gentle and humble aura has created that no matter how big things Bo Yu encounters, he is not impatient or impatient, and in the face of Bo Yu's provocation, he also greeted him with a smile:

"Okay, but it's not me who blooms, it's Xiao Yanyan, your chrysanthemum-flower-"

(End of chapter)