"Sister, who are you?"

Little Zhao Yun in the dream raised his little head and asked.

He still couldn't tell the difference between reality and fiction, but he was full of curiosity.

"I am your wife." There is always someone who is dishonest, imitating Zi Zitian's tone, and saying disrespectful words.

God's way!...There are always days when I feel unhappy.

Ever since, one day, Tian Dao's beard was trimmed cleanly by her.

........

Zhao Yun spent his third year away from home in the desert.

It was because he went astray, and as he walked, he ran into thousands of miles of yellow sand.

Water, the source of all things, is also his life.

He was lucky, there was an oasis hidden in the desert;

He was also very strong-willed, and his obsession with going home supported him, step by step, walking out of the place of death, and he also got a lot of opportunities.

"Another luminous weapon."

That night when he left the desert, he took a dagger and looked at it again and again.

This thing is completely black, but only the words engraved on it are golden.

That's right, it's still Dunjia Tianzi.

When he entered the world, he had already obtained the second one.

Putting the knife and dagger together makes a buzzing sound.

Unfortunately, Zhao Yun didn't recognize it, he only knew it was a treasure.

............

fifth year,

Zhao Yun is no longer a little baby, but has grown into a handsome young man.

It was time for him to eat and sleep in the open air all the way, and his beauty was covered up by the dust.

This year was a year of rapid progress for him.

Even Coach Lin didn't know how to do Qing Kung, but he figured it out.

It's not surprising that mortals can fly, but flying across a mountain would be awesome.

There is gain and there is sacrifice.

As the martial arts improves, there is a certain skill, but it gradually falls into disuse.

The half-immortal told him that his craftsmanship stopped working at some point.

"Am I too good at telling fortunes?"

"Or maybe it happened again?"

Zhao Yun pondered for many days and came to this conclusion.

It doesn't matter how much he counts, the evil thing is that he entered the world incompletely.

This cannot be reversed by human power.

His path is already full of variables.

............

"The King of Hell asked him to leave at midnight."

"He left at the second watch."

"Then.....?"

"Then, he overturned the Palace of Hell."

This is not bragging by the world.

This was Zhao Yun's truly amazing feat in his seventh year away from home.

There are no ghosts in the Palace of Hell, but there are a bunch of bandits.

Unluckily, I offended this evil star, a man named No. 100, who had sworn a sworn relationship ten years ago, and ten years later...he was buried together.

"Zhao Zi Long."

The opportunity of the Palace of Hell is the third Dunjia Tianzi.

It's a coincidence that when they are put together, they just make up his name.

............

eighth year,

In the broken little world of the divine dynasty, there is another tomb, emitting green smoke.

This time, it was Zhao Yun's tomb, which was in flames in the middle of the night.

"How could this happen?" Too many people gathered and looked at the scene in confusion.

After being stunned, their eyes were filled with hope.

Is he, the leader of the divine dynasty, really still alive somewhere in the world?

"Calculate."

Kuang Yingjie roared, and his whole body burst into divine light, dyed with eternal colors.

His dominance is eternal and he has achieved a small amount of success, which gives him a great sense of self-confidence.

This time, Fuyao didn't pull him and couldn't stop him.

Brother! It must have been an era of sexual passion.

"I...poof...!"

You need to be careful in your deductions, as the old man almost went to heaven.

It's not a big deal if you count all the little fuss.

However, he is stubborn and insists on breaking the casserole to get to the bottom of it.

After that, the reincarnation of heaven and earth taught him a serious lesson.

"Zhao Yun, it belongs to your uncle."

When Lao Kuang was sealed, he greeted the eighteen generations of Zhao family's ancestors in the most cordial manner.

It is rare to achieve eternity with small achievements.

After some deductions, he almost collapsed.

............

Ah...sneeze!

When Zhao Yun was fourteen years old, he ate the longevity noodles with tears.

My father said that if you miss too many people, you will sneeze.

It has been nine years since he left home. The folks in Wutong Town must miss him very much.

In fact, if you are greeted too many times, you will sneeze.

Miss you... Greetings, if we are together in a hurry, it will be difficult to eat noodles.

........

tenth year,

He cried harder and burst into tears.
Chapter completed!