Except for a bronze tripod and three incense sticks, there is no more difference in this house, except that the bed is vaguely warm.

Maybe it's an illusion, maybe not, Zhang Qing lay on the bed, feeling that the warmth was just right for his body.

"I've slept here?" He subconsciously said it, and his expression gradually became solemn.

Lying on the bed, Zhang Qing almost instinctively understood what to do.

He stretched out his hand, a wisp of immortal fire

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