The little boy was lying in Changming Zhenren's arms, and even felt that he wanted to sleep, he had never slept peacefully.

Once he fell asleep, the goblins would creep up to him, gather around him, and suck in his yang energy.

However, in Changming Zhenren's arms, he felt warm, a sense of comfort that he had never felt before, and before he knew it, he fell asleep in Changming Zhenren's arms.

It was the most restful sleep he'd ever had since he was born, and no ghost dared to disturb him.

Just kidding, who is Changming Zhenren? This is a master of morality, which ghost dares to disturb it, and points ......

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