Wen Zhong woke up and returned to Biyou Palace.
The top of the head is a familiar glazed tile, and the waist is a pair of male and female whips that have never been illuminated.
It took him three seconds to confirm that he was reborn, and another three seconds to make a decision——
Not going down the mountain.
Even if he is beaten to death, he will not go down the mountain.
"Master, this disciple is not good in his studies. Please stay in seclusion for another three hundred years."
"Master, this disciple has been uneasy recently, fearing something unexpected will happen."
"Master, my disciple observed the sky last night and found that there was a big danger coming down the mountain at this time..."
The Holy Mother Jin Ling finally couldn't bear it anymore and kicked him out of Biyou Palace.
Wen Zhong looked at the door slowly closing behind him, feeling like crying but without tears.
He can't always say——
Master, I'm not afraid of going down the mountain, I'm afraid that when I get off the mountain, our entire Jiejiao will be taken over by someone.
