Xuanyingfanzhen

When I woke up, I saw two figures looking at each other. The young man's lips twitched as he looked at the figure that looked exactly like him floating opposite, with nothing but incredible fear on his face. That kind of smile is a muscle habit that you can't develop even in front of the mirror, that's another person. The corners of his mouth on the opposite side were raised, half-smiling. "What, don't you want to practice? How can you be so miserable after practicing?" The voice was frivolous and casual, but it hit the young man's heart. He tried to occupy it several times from the ground, but his legs refused to obey him, and he could only hold up his upper body with difficulty with his hands. They could only raise their heads and look at each other, breathing heavily. Finally, thousands of words are condensed into a few words. "You, what do you want?"