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"Persist, as long as you persist for a period of time, you can get through the second pulse of Ren Du. I must insist! " Tang Yi lips closed, stained with blood on the gums, but my heart kept encouraging myself.
"As long as I can get through the second pulse of Ren Du, I can smoothly enter the level of practice, and my future practice will gradually become smooth, ah!" However, contrary to expectations, this level of pain, for a seven-year-old child, has already exceeded his endurance limit, and perseverance alone can't endure it. After shouting, Long Haotian, who had no strength at all, finally fell to the ground and fainted.
Actually Tang Yi does not belong to this world, but comes from a world called Shenzhou.
That year, an eight-year-old boy had to carry a huge medicine basket into the mountains to collect medicine in order to make a living, and then took it to the county seat to exchange some money. There is also a mother who is seriously ill in bed and a sister who just turned four. As the only man in the family, he had to shoulder this responsibility.
Maybe God had pity on him when he was a child. When he went into the mountains to collect herbs, he met a child who had just been isolated from the outside world by chance. Qing Xuzi saw that he was a little qualified to cultivate immortality, but he lacked an alchemist boy around him, so ...
It should be the whole book.