Addicted to you - Chapter 70: Disfigure Yeri

When he woke up, Zhou Yi became the jailer of the Heavenly Prison.

Fortunately, the fruit of longevity, but there is no way to protect the Tao!

In the chaotic world of the Xiuxian world, monsters and monsters are rampant, and there are many dangers. Zhou Yi decided to hide and practice for hundreds of thousands of years!

The situation is changing, time is passing.

The child who was let go a hundred years ago became the founder of the country.

The young man who was instructed a thousand years ago became the Supreme Elder of the Immortal Sect.

The pet that was raised 10,000 years ago has become an exotic and peerless demon king.

This is the story of a mortal who is immortal, sitting and watching the vicissitudes of life, the change of brokerage, and finally becoming the immortal god of immortality!

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This text has been published under the name “Amidst the Falling Stars”.“President, I've found a little Baozi who looks a lot like you.”“President, Baozi says he doesn't have a real dad; he's a test-tube baby!”“……”He'd only been gone for two days, only to be told by his secretary that he'd been high-grade counterfeited, and it was a mini version of him!Test-tube baby?Thud!One phone call, city-wide search for Baozi, and also Baozi's... mom...Half an hour later...“President, we've found Baozi's mom... it's just... the young assistant you just fired.”“……”Before meeting Ou Mucen, Ye Ning was both the inconspicuous adopted daughter of the Ou Family and the true hidden master of the Antique Circle. She was exceptionally talented and intelligent, content with living a simple life.But after meeting Ou Mucen, her persona collapsed...

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.