In my previous life, I was a Nine-Yao Immortal in the Mahayana stage. When my disciple stabbed me into my Dantian with a poison-quenched sword, I was still thinking: This brat has been with me for three hundred years, so how can I rebel so easily? "Zhang Xiaofan squatted at the late-night snack stall and ate grilled skewers, and rolled his eyes at the message on his mobile phone that "this month's perfect attendance award will be lost." "Yes, now that I am reborn as a delivery boy, I have to thank that kid - if it weren't for him, how could I have remembered that the ice soul of the extremely cold snowy area was under the 78th block of ice, and the demon elixir of the Wanyao Ancient Forest was in the old monkey's pants? "
"System? This is the memory system! He rushed into the ruins in the west of the city with half a sausage in his mouth, and as expected he caught the Qingluan cub that had shrunk into a quail: "Hey, you had to call me ancestor when you saw me in your previous life, but now you act cute?" The little phoenix pecked his hand, and he stroked his hair with his backhand: "Be good, hang out with me, I don't care if you eat roasted dragon liver." "
