When Zhang Qilin was in Motuo, he saw the life of the small official, and then looked at himself. Even though he didn't have many emotions, he became angry like a puffer fish.

There is no way to compare these days.

No need to practice, with friends and family, you can go to school, participate in activities, defend your country, and pass on information. . . .

I have done everything I could in this life.

And you can age naturally.

Follow my brother.

Of course, due to the stimulation of the memories of that world, he also thought of Hei Xia Zi.

But there was no way he would call Hei Xia Zi brother, even if he was beaten to death.

The brother in that world is Zimmer, and the black bear in this world is a flea.

Black Bear: . . . . .

Are you polite? You might as well say I'm a big black rat.

Thinking of his hard life, Zhang Qilin asked the old lama for steamed chicken.

Old Lama: ……

Although I don't want you to be a stone, I wonder if you have been stimulated or mutated.

This request is a bit outrageous.

Even so, Zhang Qilin still got to eat the steamed chicken.

Little Lama: . . . .

I'll have a bite too.

Really delicious.

Zhang Qilin is getting faster now. No one is better at eating chicken than me.

When he thought about Zhang Qishan’s miserable life in the tribe and how he was killed by the Wang family, he could still eat another chicken.

After sorting out all the things, he was ready to kill Zhang Qishan. It was all because of his good temper that the Nine Gates were simply taking advantage of him.

Is he so easy to bully?

Bullying him for losing his memory! The Nine Sects are not good people, and the Wang family is not a good thing either. Whenever he thinks of what they did, he gets angry.

He wanted to beat up the blind man and even gave his knife to someone else just for a few bucks.

Is he richer than any other of the Nine Gates? Why can’t I figure it out? He is the richest.

Black Blind Man: ...

If you had told me earlier, dumb and blind, I wouldn’t be going around trying to make money and having no money at all!

So poor!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. After finishing his meal, Zhang Qilin went out and started smashing things with a hammer.

The old lama looked at the young lama, and they both looked at each other in silence.

They don’t understand either.

Is this the power of a mother?

The stone statue was formed a few days later. It was a bright and elegant woman who stood beside the crying Zhang Qilin to protect him.

Zhang Qilin blushed a little, but your aunt is my aunt, we are one and the same.

Petty Officer: ……

He had never seen such a shameless person. Even when he was old, he still used a cane to hit people because he had an aunt and a brother.

He has a backer and is arrogant.

Zhang Qilin: . . . . .

That's okay, he will have no more psychological burden.

Don't make the distinctions too clear.

When Zhang Qilin thought about the mess he was in, he wanted to quit.

Or you could hide in the bronze door.

Outlast them.

Take the blind man along, since his eyesight is not good anyway, and they can keep each other company after they get used to it.

There's nothing much in there except being a bit boring.

But before that, Zhang Qilin started chiseling again, with his mother and aunt protecting him on his left and right.

When he had eaten another hundred chickens of the old lama, the crying Zhang Qilin had a little black blind cat in his hand, and he was trying to make the mute happy.

Black Bear: ...

I'm not small, I'm big.

Just like that, Zhang Qilin, who was originally sad, looked at the extra people and felt that it was actually not that bad.

He just missed his aunt and wanted someone to support him.

Jiang Yibai sent his two older nephews away, watched the young lama become Naren, and then took the three coffins to Mongolia to reunite.

The whole family must be together, and Bai Ma should be taken away with them.

After that, she fell asleep in the tomb, and when she woke up, the outside world had changed dramatically.

Walking and looking along the way, Jiang Yibai finally arrived at the Lama Temple. The young lama from that year had become an old lama.

A little lama followed him.

The old lama looked at Jiang Yibai and said, "Dear guest, you are here."

After seeing off the old lama, Jiang Yibai unexpectedly came to this world.

Jiang Yibai felt uncomfortable when he saw the extremely thin young official.

"Where's your meat? Where did it go? Did you go to the war again?"

As soon as she said it, she knew it was wrong. This was not the little official she raised, this was a poor cabbage.

Zhang Qilin: . . . . .

Sorry there is no meat, I embarrassed my aunt.

"aunt."

Both of them are open-minded and accept good things.

However, Jiang Yibai's golden light of merit, who received the information from this world, could not cover the red aura on her body. What a bullshit heaven.

Heavenly Way: . . . .

Aren't you the one who's asked to clean up the mess?

"Aunt, don't be angry."

Zhang Qilin was very happy when he knew that his aunt might be the same as him.

Xiaoguan can only accompany his aunt for a while, but he can accompany his aunt for a long time.

The coffin of the dead minor official bounced a little. If possible, he could resurrect himself and beat up another self.

"Auntie, don't be angry. Come and have a good meal with our little Qilin."

"Pot in pot, boiled chicken, braised pork, braised pig's trotters, chicken stewed with mushrooms, Northeastern rice, siomai, spicy soup, sticky bean curd. I think your experiences are different, but the taste is definitely the same."

"Eat it, Auntie has plenty, and there's red bean milk tea."

Zhang Qilin: . . . . .

If Xiaoguan can do it, he can do it even better. He must be a bigger eater than Xiaoguan and has become my aunt's favorite.

Jiang Yibai: That’s not necessary.

When Hei Xia Zi saw Zhang Qilin, he thought he was blind. His eyes were so round. Where did the mute go? He must be kept by a rich woman. This rich woman in red is so pretty.

"Hey, dumb, do you remember the blind man?"

Zhang Qilin felt a little ashamed, "Aunt, this is a blind man who loves money so much."

Jiang Yibai looked at the impoverished Hei Xia Zi and said to himself, This is not Zimmer, this is not Zimmer, this is not Zimmer.

Say the important thing three times.

So Jiang Yibai, who was displeased with the appearance, also started to feed the black bear. Why is he so thin? Qi Mo is the roundest and tallest lama.

What is this hemp pole used for?

Black Bear: . . . . .

His mouth was stuffed with authentic Inner Mongolian roasted lamb, his left hand was stuffed with beef jerky, and his right hand was holding kumis. He could not speak, and the mute and the woman in red were still feeding him. The blind man must be seeing a ghost.

He didn't know whether it was a ghost or not, but he finally knew how the mute became so round.

Every time the blind man wanted to resist, he was suppressed by the gold bricks. This thing is very effective in curing the blind. Stars appear in his eyes and all eye diseases are cured.

"aunt."

This voice is more active than a mute.

Zhang Qilin: . . . .

My aunt.

My aunt fed them every day, and the small yard was transformed from a cannonball into a brand new one.

All the people outside were dealt with by my aunt. Not only that, all the heads of the Nine Gates died, including the second generation.

Black Bear: ...

This is a plan that has been planned against the mute. This aunt is so awesome.

The mute really has an aunt who never suffers any loss.

This is simply a gift from Changshengtian.

The blind man must hold his thighs tightly.

So, after dealing with the affairs of the Nine Gates, Jiang Yibai took Zhang Qilin and Hei Xiazi to travel around the country, and by the way, they killed the Wang family to see who grew faster or she killed faster.

Later, all the forces involved in the longevity experiment were dealt with by Jiang Yibai.

Zhang Qilin and Hei Xiazi lived a truly free life.

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